Return from the second dimension

"Not long ago, this guy used his own intelligence to kill a companion on the ship.

Later, I wanted to kill us and tried to reap the benefits of the fisherman, but ultimately failed."

Tang Zhen briefly introduced, and did not add any oil and vinegar, the strong monk is indeed unpredictable.

"So that's it, the old man knows."

Following Tang Zhen's instructions, the old man looked at the strong monk, his eyes slightly narrowed.

When he boarded the boat just now, the old man had already seen the strong monk, after all, Tang Zhen did not deliberately cover it up.

When he found that his strong hands and feet had been cut off and his neck was entangled in chains, the old man was in shock.

It's not that you can't look down on such a scene, you must know that there are no real good people in the spiritual world.

Mainly I don't understand why this guy was not killed, but was cut off and imprisoned.

Although he is still alive, it is better to die than to live.

Now I finally understand that this guy is so important, no wonder Tang Zhen left him a life.

I believe that no matter who it is, he will never kill him easily, but to ask all the secrets.

"Please rest assured, I will do this well!"

As soon as he joined in, Tang Zhen was entrusted with an important task, and the old man naturally had to perform well.

Perhaps this task is their vote, and there must be no mistakes.

After all, he was not alone, but with a group of apprentices, and Tang Zhen controlled all his wealth and life.

Wanting to resist and flee, his apprentices may not be opponents of Tang Zhen and other cultivators, otherwise they would not have been injured in half just now.

Besides, cooperation and win-win are far better than fighting alone, and the chances of success will be higher.

As for why he interrogated the prisoner, Tang Zhen did not explain, but the old man had some speculation in his heart.

Obviously, it was his rich experience reserve, which was recognized by Tang Zhen, who believed that by torturing the strong monk, he could accurately judge whether the other party's confession was true or false.

If you don't have enough experience, you will definitely not be able to do this task, and you will most likely be deceived by a strong monk, and cause serious losses.

As for the interrogation by oneself, there is no need to care if the secrets will be leaked.

When he was interrogating, the monks on the ship could hear it, and Tang Zhen obviously didn't intend to hide it.

While other monks were cleaning the battlefield and guarding against the appearance of sea monsters, the old man had already arrived in front of the strong monks.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it gently, tearing off the rag ball that was blocking his mouth, but the strong monk directly spit out a ball of saliva.

"Old stuff, if you want to torture information from my mouth, you should go back and take a few more years of milk!"

With an iron chain tied to his neck, the strong monk leaned on the side of the punt, "hehe", sneered and looked at Tang Zhen.

Obviously so far, he still has not yielded, or is unwilling.

Obviously, he had a great advantage, but in the end he ran into Tang Zhen and ended up where he is now.

The hatred piled in my heart cannot be described in words.

Tang Gen stood not far away, always expressionless, quietly acting as a bystander.

He will not participate in the interrogation, otherwise the effect will only be counterproductive, which is one of the reasons why he let the elderly do the work.

If a monk made up his mind, he could really not fear death, and he could not use this method to threaten him.

The old man said nothing, looked at the strong monk silently, and suddenly smiled.

"I want to prepare some tools. It won't take long for you to be so stiff."

When a monk enters the world of purple light, he cannot fly and use storage equipment, and his belongings will disappear.

The cultivation of one body is restricted, unlike a monk, and more like a warrior.

It was for this reason that the monks were trapped in small flat-bottomed wooden boats, and were helpless when facing sea monsters.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, he was already busy.

He waved the bronze oars, cut a piece from the flat-bottomed wooden boat, and then split it into a foot-long wooden stick.

Slightly cut on the bronze oars, the original hard sticks have become wooden needles.

After making thirteen wooden needles in a row, the old man rubbed his hands and inserted this wooden needle into the sea water below.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the wooden needles immediately turned into a faint green color after being contaminated with seawater, as if they were quenched and poisoned.

After taking a look, and sniffing it with his nose, the old man nodded in satisfaction.

I saw him holding a wooden needle, looking up and down at the strong monk, and whispered without turning his head back: "Before he became a monk, the old man was a small official who manages books in the mortal world. He likes to do most everyday things. Just read all kinds of ancient books.

It is this idle position that no one cares about that gives the old man a chance to step into the path of practice and obtain a longevity that the emperor can't expect.

In the process of reading books, out of curiosity, the old man deliberately recorded many partial methods.

Although these methods are strange and strange, they are only effective for mortals. If they are used on monks, they are of little use at all.

But now in the world of purple light, the monk has been transformed into a flesh and blood body, and the methods the old man mastered in the past finally have the opportunity to come in handy."

When the old man said that, holding four wooden needles in each hand, they pierced into the body of the strong monk like lightning.

The speed was fast and urgent, and the wooden needles more than a foot long were only less than an inch in length.

The sturdy monk opened his eyes wide, trying to move and avoid, but his mutilated body was completely numb.

Seeing that the old man continued to hold the needle, piercing the head and back of the strong monk, and in a flash, he pierced all 13 wooden needles.

Ignoring the sturdy monk with wide eyes but unable to make a sound, the old man smiled and said to Tang Zhen: "My set of stitches is called the thirteen stitches. It sounds bluffing, and the effect is true. Quite extraordinary.

It is rumored that this was a secret method used in the interrogation of repeat offenders in the prison, and once it was carried out, the iron man would obediently confess.

Of course, the opponent uses a special talisman needle, and it must be soaked in special poison, and then it must be paired with a soul chaser to cast a spell.

The conditions here are simple, so I took the materials locally, using wooden needles instead of talisman needles, and sea water instead of poisonous.

Although it seems simple, the actual effect may be better."

Tang Zhen stood by and nodded slightly when he heard the words.

The material of the wooden boat is indeed special, it is definitely not ordinary wood, otherwise it will not be able to float on the ocean.

As for this strange sea water, it must be highly toxic.

If you try to swallow sea water to fill your hunger after running out of food, you will definitely end up being poisoned.

Since there are restrictions on food, it cannot be easily deciphered. Even eating corpses is more reliable than drinking sea water.

The old man was in high spirits, watching the sturdy monk whose expression had been distorted and his skin turned purple-red, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Since it has worked, I will ask now to see if he is satisfied with this punishment?"

Reached out and grabbed the wooden needle at the throat, gently pulled it outward, and then listened to the strong monk roar like a beast.

It is the sound that will only make the pain to the extreme, and it makes people shudder.

"Well, are you making up your mind and not going to answer my question?"

The strong monk couldn't speak normally at all, but squeezed out his voice from his throat, carrying a substantive hatred.

"If I get a chance, you old dog will not be able to survive or die!"

Faced with this threat, the old man just smiled slightly.

He fought around in the world of spiritual practice, and he had never seen any battles before, and no matter how fierce verbal threats were, he would not be as good as direct hands.

Moreover, it is up to him to interrogate at this moment. The sturdy monk can't think of a chance for revenge again. Even if Tang Zhen refuses to agree, he will find a way to kill this guy.

"It seems that it is not time yet, so you can experience it for a while. After all, this is just the beginning."

While the old man spoke, he reached out and grabbed the green wooden needle, and stabbed it back fiercely.

The strong monk's eyes burst, but in a blink of an eye, they have become blood red.