Datang's strongest super god army

Chapter 409
Chapter 409
As soon as the conversation fell, the two sheep at the other end happily licked the bloody soles of the assassin's feet that had been smeared with honey.This itchy and painful feeling made him almost unbearable and almost passed out, but Shen Yongda would always pull out some of the iron sticks stuck in his fingers and stab them hard when he was almost unconscious.

"General Shen Lang, the rope is here."

Not long after, another jailer came in with a bundle of ropes.Seeing the scene in front of him, he just felt dizzy for a while. If the two jailers who had been in the torture room from the beginning to the end hadn't supported him in time, he might have fallen to the floor of the torture room immediately.

There is still a lot of honey left, Shen Yongda will not let this honey go to waste.

Asking someone to take off the assassin's pants, Shen Yongda walked to the man again holding the iron fence and the honey pot.

"You, what are you going to do!"

The assassin asked in a trembling voice.

Shen Yongda smiled and nodded, "That's right, after all, it looks like you've been tortured. Seeing how energetic you were before, I think my methods are not as good as before."

Although he said something, Shen Yongda did not answer the question at that moment.

Digging a piece of honey with the iron fence again, Shen Yongda chuckled and wiped the honey on the man's already scarred thigh.

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh, accompanied by the assassin's scream, echoed continuously in this small torture room.

The viscous honey seeped into the assassin's flesh along the wound, and the golden honey mixed with the dark red blood made the two jailers terrified.

"Bring me the ant nest."

Finally finished wiping the honey, Shen Yongda ordered the two people who were already trembling with fear to bring over the ant nest that was on the table.

After receiving the ant nest, Shen Yongda crushed the ant nest with a little force with both hands. Countless ants and dust fell on the assassin's bloody thigh covered with honey. It's not that the scalp is numb and the limbs are cold.

"Go, help him put his pants on, and tie them with a rope so that those little things don't crawl around."

"Yes!"

With a terrified response, the two jailers hurriedly completed Shen Yongda's order.

"Are you all right?" Seeing the bloodless faces of the two jailers, Shen Yongda asked with concern.

"It's okay, okay!" The two jailers shook their heads quickly, and then stood at the door again.

Sure enough, not long after, there were waves of creepy screams in the torture room again.Standing outside the torture chamber, the Minister of Dali Temple almost felt his knees go limp when he heard the screams inside. If he didn't remember that he was the top spot in Dali Temple after all, he would have collapsed on the ground immediately.Although Shen Yongda's reputation for being good at torture has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, it was the first time that Dali Siqing really saw Shen Yongda's methods.

Yesterday, he was an assassin who looked like a tough guy. He had received countless whips but didn't even make a sound. Now, in less than an afternoon, he has already let out countless screams.

Shen Yongda's interrogation was quite intimidating. After hearing the assassin's screams, the other prisoners in Dali Temple began to voluntarily confess with lingering fear, lest they would be greeted by Shen Yongda himself if they confessed too late.

The face of the tightly bound assassin has become very distorted. After the ants on his legs touched the honey, they all burrowed into his wound like crazy. The painful assassin's face gradually turned gray. , although was tied tightly, but still kept struggling.

"If you have figured it out, just say a word, don't suffer these hardships in vain." Shen Yongda sat on the side and said in a gentle voice.

Another full hour passed, the assassin rolled his eyes and finally passed out.

With a "tsk", Shen Yongda walked over and looked at the assassin carefully, then turned to look at the two jailers, "Is there anyone in Dali Temple who knows how to build a stove?"

"Stove?" The two guards were stunned by Shen Yongda's question. Why do they need to know how to build a stove when they are on business in Dali Temple?

Shen Yongda made a gesture with his hand, "There is no need to raise it up, just about two palms wide will do."

"Young one, go and ask."

"Wait," Shen Yongda said aloud, "Find another big urn, fill it with half a urn of water, and bring it in."

"Yes!"

Hearing Shen Yongda's words, the two jailers rushed out immediately.

Smiling and shaking his head, Shen Yongda sat down again, patiently waiting for the two jailers to come back.

"Building a stove?" Dali Siqing looked at the two jailers with some doubts, fearing that they were talking nonsense.

"Yes, General Shen Lang said, as long as the height of two palms is enough." One of the jailers said quickly.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Dali Siqing finally felt that he would honestly follow Shen Yongda's orders. After all, Li Shimin had a plan, and if he couldn't find out who was behind the scenes because of himself, he might lose his black yarn up.

"Go ask and see who can." Dali Siqing waved his hand and sent the two jailers away.

"Siqing..." Suddenly, a thin jailer came over, "Young ones know how to build."

Hearing this, the two jailers who were about to leave stopped, and then returned to Dali Siqing, and looked up and down the thin jailer, "Old Huang? When did you know how to build a stove?" one of the jailers asked road.

Lao Huang laughed dryly and said, "It's time to urinate. I built the stove at home brick by brick."

"Then you go," Dali Siqing frowned and said, "If you dare to tell nonsense, I will let you go without food!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The skinny jailer responded in one voice, and then told the first two guards what things were needed to build the hearth.

Soon, the two guards returned to the torture room with the things needed to build the hearth and a large urn half filled with water.

Shen Yongda nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, let's build a stove and start a fire."

"Yes."

After receiving the order, everyone in the torture room got busy.Soon, a small hearth was built, and the fire was quickly raised.

"Lift the urn to the stove." Shen Yongda said again.

After everyone hurriedly lifted the heavy urn to the stove, Shen Yongda personally untied the already unconscious assassin, and then threw him into the urn.

"What is Shen Lang going to do here?" someone asked.

Shen Yongda laughed and said, "Have you ever heard of catching a turtle in a jar?"

Everyone present shook their heads, and Shen Yongda said again when he saw this, "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it, I will let you all open your eyes today."

The bone-cold water slowly warmed up under the fire, and the unconscious assassin finally opened his eyes unsteadily, but before he could react, he heard the sound of firewood burning.

Eyes widened suddenly, the assassin looked at his situation in disbelief, and couldn't say a word.

"you you……"

Shen Yongda walked forward with a smile on his lips, stretched out his long arms and patted the man's shoulder, "If you figured it out, tell me quickly, otherwise if the water boils later, it will be very uncomfortable."

The assassin looked at Shen Yongda's cold smile, although he was terrified in his heart, he still didn't say a word.

"You're good," Shen Yongda couldn't help but praise, "To be honest, I like tough bones like you, and I don't think it's interesting for those people who tell everything like beans in a bamboo tube before I start. .”

After saying that, Shen Yongda took a step back and didn't say anything more.

Shen Yongda and three guards stood in the torture room. The dancing flames made the originally cold and damp torture room gradually warm and dry, making the few people standing inside a lot more comfortable.

But the people outside felt comfortable, but the assassin who was sitting upright in the big urn only felt the pain.Because the water had become scalding hot, most of the ants that had been nibbling on him before had died, but how could he withstand the boiling water with his body covered in wounds?

(End of this chapter)