Chapter 1537

At this time, Jiang Zhi is going to tell Yao Sen the truth and falsehood. Jiang Zhi is so frank that Yao Sen Duan, who is used to interrogation, sits behind the table and can't help but squint.

Jiang Zhi's words are basically true based on his experience! But the strangest thing is that Jiang Zhi is not an ordinary cultivator. He is the first group of scouts who have been selected.

This kind of people's loyalty is absolutely guaranteed, but under this simple threat, they can tell all the secrets and intelligence of the sect?! This is not reasonable!

Yao Sen didn't expose him either. He just winked at a big man in the corner of the interrogation room. The man immediately understood, nodded seriously and left the room quietly.

It's the same familiar cell. There is a strong blue arc on the blaring steel cage. At the door, two gloomy and ferocious prison guards stare at the two practitioners in the cell.

A steady sound of footsteps gradually became clear. The jailer, who was guarding the cell, went along with his reputation and immediately bowed his hand respectfully: "Captain!" "Captain!"

The strong man waved his hand coldly and said in a voice: "you two go to the vice team to examine the cultivator!"

The man pointed to the practitioner with his right arm broken and his face full of fear, turned to stare at the other man and said with a grim smile, "as for you, let me interrogate you in person!"

A moment later, the two cold, damp, bloody torture rooms were filled with howls of pain. Suddenly, the screams came suddenly. The jailer with excited eyes was holding a pile of wet coarse paper in his hand, with a grim smile on his face. He quietly looked at the practitioners who were bound by iron chains on the torture bed.

The rough and moist paper gently covered his twisted and painful face, and the wet paper had poor air permeability.

His nostrils, mouth wide open and close, trying to absorb oxygen in the air, one wet paper after another superimposed on his face, breathing this thing has become increasingly difficult.

His brain because of lack of oxygen and appeared scattered trance fragments, his consciousness began to blur, chest and abdomen sharp ups and downs.

His limbs, which were strangled by the iron lock, began to struggle fiercely. Even though there were many bloody wounds on his wrists and ankles, his struggle still did not stop.

The jailer next to him laughed excitedly, opened the layer of wet paper on his face, and immediately the practitioner breathed like a dead fish.

His half turned white eyes, twisted facial features eased a little, struggling limbs stopped large movements, began to unconsciously shudder.

After three or five minutes, his brain regained a little consciousness, and the prison guard's ugly and ferocious face came up to him and said in a cold voice:

"what's up? Just the taste is not good, say what you know, say it, you don't have to suffer this kind of pain, say it, say it! No one will know about it. "

"Wheeze - wheeze!" The practitioner lying on the prison bed had a sharp pain in his lungs. When he looked at the stack of wet paper in the jailer's hand, he could not help shivering. The fear from the bottom of his heart made his pupils shrink slightly, and his firm consciousness was shaken for the first time!

The extreme sense of suffocation, the sense of despair on the verge of death, it was as if he was in an endless dark lonely space in a few minutes, life and death is better than death!