Chapter: 2488

Stimulated, Zhou Kui woke up from a coma.

"Can you still resist?" Old Cyclops asked kindly.

Zhou Kui gritted his teeth: "Come on... ah!"

Almost at the same time as Zhou Kui's voice fell, the whip was pulled down again, and Zhou Kui's voice turned into a scream.

After a while, the ten lashes were finally finished, and the group of people felt relieved, as if they were the ones being tortured.

Only then did they understand the brutality of the prison. In such a situation, even if they just watched others being tortured, the tragic scene was enough to be remembered for a lifetime. If something happened next time, they would definitely not dare to offend Wei Lu easily.

"Again...five whips!" Zhou Kui was drenched in sweat, and behind him was a lake of flesh and blood, but he still gritted his teeth.

Ganwu smiled angrily: "Why, is this punished for addiction?"

"Xiaoling is a woman, so it's inconvenient to be tortured in public. I'll take it for her, please allow me!" Zhou Kui said.

Xiao Ling is the nun in his team.


As soon as he said that, Zhang Cheng's face paled instantly.

Without him, there was only one female cultivator in Zhou Kui's team, but there were two in his team. In other words, if he wanted to help others to be tortured, he would have to receive a full twenty lashes, which would be fatal.

"Sure!" Gan Wudang said, winking at Old One Eye.

After another five whips, Zhou Kui was untied. The female cultivator named Xiaoling hurried forward and helped him back. Even though Zhou Kui was an individual cultivator, he still felt a little angry at this moment.

Zhang Cheng was still thinking about the twenty lashes, but Lu Ye and King Wu of Geng stretched out their hands from left to right, raised his arms, and threw him under the Xingjia with a little force.

Gan Wudang sneered: "I can't see that the boys under my rule are very active in the matter of torture. If so, old one-eyed, please satisfy him."

The old one-eyed man nodded solemnly: "It must be no problem if Mr. Sizhu speaks."

"No, I..." Zhang Cheng couldn't argue, turned his head and glared at Lu Ye and King Gengwu: "I'm not finished with you!"

King Gengwu looked up at the sky, and Lu Ye looked down at his feet, both of them looked like they had nothing to do with me.

Zhang Cheng's cultivation base is lower than Zhou Kui's, and his physique is even worse than him. After this punishment, he fainted three times. When the fifteenth whip was hit, Zhang Cheng was completely unresponsive, and the old one-eyed man could not even spray wine. wake him up.

"Boss, if you continue to fight, I'm afraid you will die." The old one-eyed man looked at Qian Wudang.

Gan Wudang didn't really want to beat people to death, but just wanted to use this punishment to teach this group of lawless people a lesson, so he said: "Write down the five whips first, and when he recovers from his injuries, call him again." He doubles to receive it!"

The members of Team Ding Qi, as if they had received an amnesty, hurried forward to carry their team leader down.

"Let me do it." King Gengwu stepped forward, but Lu Ye didn't fight him. There is nothing to fight for this kind of thing, anyway, it will happen sooner or later.

He stepped forward to take off his shirt, grabbed the rope of the magic weapon on the xing frame, stabilized his figure, and said calmly: "I took the five whips of Muzheng for her."

After a while, King Gengwu's torture ended.

Among the three being tortured, his performance was the best. Although he screamed, he was not unconscious, and even walked back by himself, but seeing the blood behind him, and the miserable state of bones could be seen, Mu Zheng still endured it. Can't help but shed tears.

The four captains had dealt with three of them, and only Lu Ye was left.

He took off the red dragon battle suit, opened his upper body, and quietly came to the Xingjia, with lowered eyebrows and drooping eyes, as if he would be at ease when he came.

Gan Wudang coughed lightly: "Lu Yiye, before being sentenced, do you have anything to say?" JrNovels.com