Asking About Longevity Chapter 810

Chapter 810 Torture

On the way back to Yanshui City from Yunshui City, several people did not take the car.

Mo Hua put his hands behind his back, pinched his fingers slightly, and then walked in front to lead the way, as if he had a clear understanding.

Gu Changhuai and three others followed silently.

Gu Quan couldn't help but whispered: "Dian Si, how does Mr. Mo know the way?"

He couldn't understand it at all.

Gu Changhuai frowned slightly, "Just follow along..."

"Yes." Gu Quan didn't dare to say anything.

Gu Changhuai silently looked at the ink painting of the swaggering man walking in front, who looked like a "little magic stick", and sighed silently in his heart.

Although he couldn't understand Mo Hua before.

But now he found that he couldn't understand it more and more.

I don't know where I learned this strange ability...

Mo Hua walked in front, either confident, or stopping to look, or using his spiritual consciousness to investigate and identify cause and effect. After walking like this for a while, Mo Hua suddenly stopped, pointed to a small forest on the roadside and said:

"here…"

The line of cause and effect is broken here.

In other words, something obscured the traces, interrupting the inference of cause and effect.

This small forest is very problematic.

Gu Changhuai nodded, "Let's go over and take a look. You follow, be careful."

"Um."

Mo Hua nodded.

He still knew this.

With Uncle Gu here, I can be lazy if I can, and if I can do it myself, I don't have to do it.

Gu Changhuai walked in front towards the woods.

Mo Hua followed him obediently, using Gu Changhuai as a "shield".

Gu An and Gu Quan, one on the left and one on the right, protected the ink painting.

The four of them walked towards the woods in this formation.

After walking for about a stick of incense, the trees were sparse and a post station appeared in front of them.

The inn is a bit dilapidated and in a remote location. There is a fork of the Yanshui River not far away, and the river flows slowly.

There is also a stable in front of the inn. In the stable, there are two horses and a simple-looking carriage.

Mo Hua and others looked at each other with confused expressions.

"Inn?"

A post station was built in such a remote place?

Moreover, there are mountains and forests covering it, for fear that others will know.

Gu Changhuai let go of his consciousness, glanced briefly, and then said: "Go in and take a look."

"Yes." Gu An and Gu Quan nodded.

When I got closer, before I entered the inn, a big man suddenly walked out of the door, with a beard on his face and fierce eyes. He shouted at everyone:

"What do you guys do?"

Gu Changhuai looked calm and said, "I'm on my way. I see you have a post station here and I want to hire some horses."

"On your way?" The big man frowned, looked at Gu Changhuai and the others, and said, "Ten thousand spiritual stones deposit. The rent is one hundred spiritual stones per horse per day. If the horse dies, the deposit will not be refunded."

Gu Changhuai's eyes narrowed slightly: "Is it a bit expensive?"

"If it's too expensive, don't rent it." The big man said impatiently, "You look like a young man from an aristocratic family. Why, you can't afford ten thousand spiritual stones?"

Gu Changhuai raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay."

The big man stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the spirit stone, and I will give you the horse."

"There's no rush," Gu Changhuai breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm a little tired from the journey. I'll take a rest here and have a sip of tea."

The big man looked unhappy, "There is no tea, only horses. Give me the spirit stone, take the horse and leave quickly."

Gu Changhuai said calmly: "You run an inn, but you don't do the tea business?"

The big man hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "You can also do tea business, one thousand spiritual stones and one pot of tea."

He originally thought that if he opened his mouth like a lion, Gu Changhuai would retreat.

Unexpectedly, Gu Changhuai nodded and said, "Okay."

The big man was startled, his eyes unkind, "You heard me clearly, I'm talking about a thousand spiritual stones and a pot of tea."

Gu Changhuai looked disdainfully, "Why, it's just a thousand spirit stones, do you think I can't afford it?"

Mo Hua, who was hiding behind Gu Changhuai, couldn't help but curse in his heart after hearing this:

A thousand spirit stones and a pot of tea?

No matter how many spiritual stones there are, they are not spent like this.

Uncle Gu is so corrupt.

The big man's face changed when he heard this, and he stared at Gu Changhuai coldly:

"You're not here to drink tea or hire horses. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Gu Changhuai said calmly: "I am here to treat you to tea."

"Invite us to tea?" The big man frowned.

Gu Changhuai nodded: "Please go to Daotingsi for tea."

As soon as the three words "Daotingsi" came out, the big man's eyes were fierce, and murderous intent suddenly appeared.

From the woods, the stables, the inn, and the dilapidated buildings, a vicious hidden weapon flew out from each of them, shining with green light, and came towards the four Mo Hua people respectively.

Gu An drew his sword and blocked a hidden weapon.

After blocking another strike, Gu Quan stood in front of Mo Hua and blocked the hidden weapon that was attacking Mo Hua with a swipe of his long knife.

Gu Changhuai, on the other hand, only lightly stretched out his hand.

The hidden weapon that went straight to his heart and was quenched with poison stopped in the air and was crushed to pieces by one of his hands.

Seeing that the hidden weapon was ineffective, several more monks rushed out from around him.

Most of these monks are in the middle stage of foundation building. By the late stage of foundation building, they have fierce expressions and sophisticated techniques. They probably have done sneak attacks with hidden weapons, killing people and stealing goods.

It's just that in front of Mo Hua and others, especially Gu Changhuai, who is the Dao Ting Si Dian Si and has a cultivation level in the Golden Core realm, they are somewhat insignificant.

Gu An and Gu Quan's swords were sharp and sharp.

Gu Changhuai condensed the wind blade, and his spiritual power was dazzling.

Mo Hua uses the fireball technique to beat the soy sauce.

Although this was still the border of the second-level state and Gu Changhuai could not use the power of the golden elixir, he took down these people in less than ten breaths.

The only thing missing was the big man.

When Gu Changhuai crushed the hidden weapon with his bare hands, he looked horrified. He knew that Gu Changhuai's cultivation level was absolutely extraordinary. Even if it was not a golden elixir, he was probably at the peak of foundation building, so he ran away early.

But Mo Hua didn't let him go either.

A water prison technique was formed out of thin air and fixed the time of the big man for two breaths.

Gu Changhuai flicked his fingers, and a wind blade broke one of his legs.

A streak of blood slipped out of the big man's leg, and he immediately fell to the ground, struggling, but unable to get up.

Gu An stepped forward and locked him with Daotingsi's spirit-binding lock.

At this point, all the monks at the inn were captured.

Gu An and Gu Quan dragged all the monks from the inn to the broken building, closed the doors and windows, and then asked sharply:

"Tell me, who are you?"

Several monks lowered their eyebrows and remained silent.

Gu An drew his knife, put it on the neck of one of the monks, and said in a deep voice:

"Say or not?"

The blade pressed against the flesh and blood oozed out. The monk gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Mo Hua shook his head, "They are dishonest and unwilling to tell the truth..." Then his eyes lit up, "Are they going to be tortured?"

Gu An and Gu Quan were startled.

Gu Changhuai's eyelids also twitched slightly.

Gu An hesitated and said: "Daotingsi's torture tools are not convenient to take out. We were in a hurry when we went out and didn't bring them..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua said excitedly, "I'll bring it!"

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he took out a formation punishment board from his storage bag and said proudly:

"This is the latest model. It has been improved many times, and I have added a lot of formations to it..."

It's still the formation of the Eighteen Patterns!

I had learned eighteen patterns in ink painting before, but I had no place to use them. I felt itchy and couldn't bear it, so I temporarily drew them on the torture board.

However, he has not used this formation punishment board for a long time.

After all, he had been banned before and could only move around the Qianxue State boundary, so he didn't use this opportunity.

The ink painting is very regrettable.

Unexpectedly, just a few days after coming out, the opportunity came.

Mo Hua is very happy.

He has long wanted to try the power of this latest version of the array torture device.

Looking at Mo Hua, who looked happy, Gu An fell silent, and then looked at Gu Changhuai silently.

Gu Changhuai looked at the familiar but improved torture instrument in Mo Hua's hand and sighed, nodding his head to express his acquiescence.

Mo Hua handed the torture tool to Gu An and said, "Let them kneel down, they should be honest."

Gu An had no choice but to place the iron plate of the torture instrument on the ground, hold down one of the monks and kneel down.

In the next moment, light flowed on the iron plate, spiritual power was delivered, and the monk let out a howl like a killing pig.

When the other monks saw this, their faces turned slightly pale, and then they turned their heads and glared at Mo Hua.

"What do you see me doing?"

"Oh, I understand!" Mo Hua thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "You are brothers and want to share weal and woe. You also want to experience this iron plate!"

"What a coincidence, I just made a few more for testing, and you happen to have one for each of you."

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he took out four sets of torture boards from his storage bag.

At this moment, the monks turned pale and looked at the ink paintings as if they were looking at "evil ghosts" in hell.

When Mo Hua looked at them again, they were frightened, their eyes dodge, and they no longer dared to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua nodded, expressing satisfaction.

But the big man from before sneered: "Forget it, kid, you underestimate us too much. Even if you kill us, you won't even think of asking anything from us."

"Oh?" Mo Hua became interested, "Tough bones, I like them."

His spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and the monk kneeling on the iron plate wailed louder.

The formation of the Eighteen Patterns was simply not something he could bear.

He wanted to speak, but when he turned around and saw the threatening look in the big man's eyes, he immediately endured it and did not speak until he fainted from the pain.

"This iron plate is powerful enough, but the process of 'torture' is still a bit simple..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart. On the other side, the big man looked at the ink painting with a sneer.

"We brothers are all desperadoes, living with our heads tied to our belts. If you want to use this method to extract a confession, kid, you are too young."

Too tender?

Then play it rough.

Mo Hua smiled and said:

"In that case, let's play a game."

The leading man sneered: "What game?"

Mo Hua said: "You will be tortured together, kneel on the torture board and answer my questions."

"Whoever speaks first to answer, I will withdraw the punishment and prevent him from suffering."

"How is it?" Mo Hua said in an interesting tone, "The time has come to test your brotherhood. I also want to know whether you can share the joys and sorrows..."

The face of the leading man changed.

This boy is so vicious and scheming!

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and Gu Quan. They understood Mo Hua's meaning, spread the iron plate for execution on the ground, and then pressed the group of desperate bandit cultivators on the iron plate.

Mo Hua opened the formations one by one.

As the formation pattern circulates, the spiritual power of the formation is like a sword, like a sea of fire, or like an ice cellar. The feeling is hard to describe for a moment.

The faces of the desperate bandit cultivators were as white as paper, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and some of them even made a sound in pain.

"Okay, now let's listen to the first question!" Mo Hua said seriously, "What did you eat for lunch?"

This question is very irrelevant.

Even Gu Changhuai and the other three were stunned for a moment.

Instead of asking about serious things, ask them what they had for lunch.

This group of desperadoes didn't even know what Mo Hua had in mind, so they gritted their teeth and said nothing.

But if they don't say it, the execution formation will not stop. The torture of swords, water and fire is not pleasant.

Finally, someone spoke.

"Eat...beef..."

Mo Hua's eyebrows jumped and he praised: "Very good!" Then he waved his hand gently and closed his punishment board.

The man escaped, breathing heavily with a look of joy on his face.

Others, seeing that Mo Hua kept his promise and asked the same "no pain or itch" questions, immediately felt shaken in their hearts.

"Now, the second question!" Mo Hua asked again, "How old are you?"

This time, after only a few breaths, someone answered: "One hundred and thirty years old..."

Mo Hua nodded and exempted him from punishment.

Then he asked: "What's your last name?"

Before he finished speaking, someone answered: "My surname is Zhao!"

Mo Hua abided by the agreement and stopped his torture array.

After that, Mo Hua asked another round of questions, mostly about "innocuous" trivial matters. The purpose was to cultivate these people's habit of answering questions.

After one round, only the big man who took the lead gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Mo Hua ignored him and continued:

"Okay, let's start the second round."

After saying that, he activated all the punishment formations.

For a time, these monks who had had a moment of respite were faced with a new round of "torture" again.

"Second round, first question..." Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, "What names do you use on the road?"

This question is a little more confidential, but the proportion is just right.

Soon, someone couldn't bear the punishment of the formation and said:

"Brothers on the road, please call me 'Master Du Liu'..."

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

He had no impression of this name at all.

Could it be from outside?

Mo Hua nodded slightly and asked the second question.

Starting from this question, we need to increase the intensity step by step.

"What are you here for?"

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

This group of desperate bandit cultivators fell silent.

There are some things they can say, but there are some things they obviously can't.

Mo Hua was not in a hurry.

Even if they are in the same group, they rob families together, call themselves brothers, and are ruthless, but their tolerance for pain is different.

Some people can endure it, but some people cannot.

Sure enough, after a moment, someone whispered: "We are... ordered to run this inn..."

"Business?" Mo Hua sneered.

The man had already opened his mouth, so he could only bite the bullet and said: "This place is remote and there are few people. If some fat sheep come here, you can also make some extra money..."

"You said you were under orders, whose orders were you under?" Mo Hua asked again.

"I…"

Before he could speak, the big-headed man scolded him: "Shut up!"

Mo Hua glanced at the leading man.

Gu An understood what he meant, and immediately took out a piece of black cloth and tied the big man's mouth to prevent him from talking.

"Continue." Mo Hua said.

The monk gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and said with a trembling voice: "You said... you only ask one question, and I have just answered two..."

Mo Hua suddenly said, "Yes!"

A person must keep his word, and the same applies to punishment.

Mo Hua really let him go, but turned his gaze to the remaining people, "I will give you this opportunity to answer."

Even though there was one person who couldn't bear the pain of the knife being delivered and the water and fire entering his body, he rushed to answer:

"It's Big Brother! Big Brother asked us to station at this inn!"

He saw that after the brothers answered the questions, they no longer had to suffer, but he was still kneeling on the torture instrument, enduring the unbearable pain.

People do not suffer from scarcity, but from inequality.

He is afraid that his brother will suffer.

I am even more afraid that my brothers will enjoy the blessings while I suffer.

"The elder brother also said that we should do our best, be clean and tidy, and not cause trouble. After the incident is completed, we will be given a large amount of spiritual stones, and he will also give us a special permission to go to the boat for a night of fun..."

As soon as these words came out, Gu Changhuai and others were slightly moved.

Mo Hua then asked: "What kind of ship?"

"Yes...it's a flower boat."

"What flower boat?"

The monk said: "We are from out of town. We don't know the name of the flower boat. We only know that there are singing and dancing on the boat, and there are... many women..."

"How to get to the ship?"

"I don't know about that. Unless someone leads the way, no one knows the entrance to the ship, and no one can get on the ship."

Mo Hua nodded and spared him the punishment, then turned around and continued to ask:

"Who is the 'big brother' you call?"

He pointed at the bearded and gagged leading man, "...it shouldn't be this trash."

The big man in the lead made a "woo woo" sound and looked at the ink painting with angry eyes.

"No..." said a monk with a scar on his face.

Mo Hua asked: "Who is he?"

Brother Scar looked anxious.

He wanted to say it, but he couldn't...

Mo Hua probably understood. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Okay, you don't have to say anything. I'll tell you, just answer."

Brother Scar nodded.

"This eldest brother of yours..." Mo Hua looked deeply and calculated secretly, "Is he proficient in water-based exercises?"

Brother Scar looked stunned and nodded.

"Has he...killed many people?"

Brother Scar nodded silently.

"Then his name is..." Mo Hua's eyes suddenly became sharp, "...Shui Yama Luo?"

The big man in the lead was anxious and angry, his eyes were wide open, but he was speechless.

Brother Scar glanced at the big man, was silent for a moment, and nodded slowly, "Yes."

really!

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly.

Finally caught the pigtail!

After that, Mo Hua was miscellaneous and asked some other things.

These desperate bandit cultivators, after all this trouble, are no longer "on the run", let's tell the truth.

Brothers should share joys and sorrows.

Whoever speaks slowly will suffer more.

Of course they are not happy.

After asking, Gu Changhuai tied them up, took Gu An and Gu Quan, and searched the inn separately.

Gu An walked beside Gu Changhuai and said with emotion:

"Little Master Mo is really smart and has many methods..."

Gu Changhuai's eyes froze, but his expression looked a little solemn.

Not smart, just too smart...

I don't know who raised this child or who influenced him. His expression seems innocent, but his eyes reveal insight into human nature.

He had all the desperate bandit cultivators under his control.

They provoked dissension and used both kindness and punishment to pry open the mouths of these gangsters.

This kind of method is beyond the reach of many old Diansi.

It would be better if this child takes the right path in the future, otherwise he will go astray and become a deceitful demon cultivator who manipulates people's hearts. That picture is simply unimaginable...

Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.

(End of chapter)

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