The dead silence on Training Ground has not yet dissipated, and the figure in green shirt standing in the sea of kneeling people has become a lingering nightmare in everyone's eyes.
Python Robe Eunuch turned Jade Thumb Ring gently in his hand, and an imperceptible light flashed in his slender eyes.
Although he has lived in the palace for a long time and is used to intrigues and intrigues, this is the first time he has seen such a pure Sha Qi method of suppressing thousands of villains. This is not only the level of martial arts cultivation, but also an innate deterrence at Food Chain Apex.
"Now that the first round has been decided, let's continue." The eunuch's high-pitched voice cut through the solemn air, "We are in a hurry, Palace The leader is still waiting for a reply."
Li Yan sat back on the chair with a pale face, his nails deeply embedded in the armrests. He lost so miserably in the first game that not only failed to make Fang Mo embarrassed, but instead became a stepping stone for him. This made him, Prison Overseer, lose all face.
"Second round of assessment: interrogation." Li Yan gritted his teeth and squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth, "Heavenly Prison must not only be able to restrain people, but also pry them open. If you can only show off the courage of a common man, you are an executioner, not Prison Overseer."
As he finished speaking, several jailers slowly pushed a Prisoner Cart covered with black cloth into the car. The wheels rolled over the Bluestone Slab, making a heavy roar. It was obvious that the contents of the car were extremely heavy.
When the black cloth was lifted, no ferocious monster was seen, only a person sitting cross-legged...Shitou?
It was indeed a person, but his whole body had been wrapped in a thick layer of limestone, with only a pair of cloudy eyes and two breathing nostrils exposed. He sat there like a stone statue that had been weathered for hundreds of years, and even his heartbeat was so weak that it was almost non-existent.
"This person's name is 'Mute Daoist'." Li Yan sneered, "He was imprisoned thirty years ago, carrying the secret of Former Dynasty Treasure Map. But in these thirty years, no matter whether he was tortured or hypnotized by drugs, he never spoke, or even hummed. His skin has long been horny, invulnerable, Water and Fire Immunity, and he has no pain."
Li Yan looked around at the embarrassed candidates in the audience. "Whoever can make him say a word, even if it is to beg for mercy, will be the leader of the second round."
The audience was in an uproar.
Mute Daoist's name is well-known among Heavenly Prison's senior jailers. This is simply Shitou in a latrine, smelly and hard. Let alone making him speak, it is difficult to even leave a hole in his body.
"Let me try!" Deputy Warden, one of Block B prison, came out first. He is good at dividing muscles and bones, and is confident that he can feel pain from the seams of bones.
A quarter of an hour later.
That Deputy Warden was sweating profusely and his fingers were almost broken. Mute Daoist was still sitting there like a Shitou without even raising his eyelids.
Then several people took turns to fight. Some burned him, some bit him with poisonous insects, and some even brought a huge copper bell and banged it on his head, trying to use sound waves to shatter his psychological defenses.
Without exception, they all came back defeated.
Mute Daoist seems to have died, closing himself in a silent world, turning a blind eye to all the tortures that are said to the outside world.
"A bunch of trash." Li Yan looked at the panting competitors and regained a little balance in his heart. This Mute Daoist was originally a dead end with no solution. He brought it out just to let this second round take place to suppress Fang Mo's arrogance.
"Fang warden." Li Yan looked at Fang Mo, who had been watching with arms crossed, "If there is nothing we can do, how about this second round be considered a draw?"
Fang Mo smiled.
He didn't even use Torture Instrument, he just took a pot of inferior Shōchū from Old Yan, took a sip, and then strode towards Prisoner Cart.
"Shitou?" Fang Mo circled around Mute Daoist and tapped his fingers on the hard stone shell, "I don't think so."
He knelt down in front of Mute Daoist, his handsome face only three inches away from the opponent's weathered face.
"I know why you don't speak." Fang Mo's voice was very soft, only the two of them could hear it, "Because you are hiding something in your belly. That thing is alive. Once you speak and the breath is released, it will come out and eat your Five Viscera Six Bowels. You are using this body of flesh and blood as a cage to trap it, right?"
Mute Daoist's pupils, which had been cloudy for decades, suddenly shrank.
"Unfortunately, your cage is too fragile." The pupil of Fang Mo's left eye instantly went dark, and [Netherworld Ghost Eye] opened. In his field of vision, Mute Daoist's belly was not a treasure map, but a group of squirming sarcomas exuding ancient evil spirits. It was some kind of parasitic Devil Creature, sucking the life of the host bit by bit.
Fang Mo stretched out a finger and gently touched Mute Daoist's eyebrows.
"I'll count to three. Open your mouth and I'll take it out. Or, I'll twist your head off and take it out."
"One."
A bellows-like whistling sound came from Mute Daoist's throat, and fine cracks began to appear in the hard stone shell. It was fear, originating from Soul Depth's trembling against the existence of a higher Divine Rank. He could feel that the aura exuding from the young man in front of him was ten thousand times more terrifying than the Devil Creature in his belly.
"Two."
Fang Mo exerted his fingers slightly, and a hint of Geng Gold Killing Aura appeared on his fingertips. The stone shell, which was strong enough to withstand the chop of a knife and axe, was as fragile as tofu in front of Sha Qi.
"I said! I said!"
An extremely hoarse scream, like two pieces of pig iron being rubbed together, suddenly burst out from Mute Daoist's mouth.
The sound was so loud and sudden that it directly overwhelmed the sound of the wind on Training Ground.
Immediately afterwards, Mute Daoist opened his mouth wide and vomited violently. He vomited a large black lump of flesh that was still squirming on the ground. It was Devil Creature who had tortured him for thirty years.
"Thank you for being alive!" Mute Daoist burst into tears and knelt in front of Fang Mo, kowtowing frantically, "Little wish! The treasure map is here..."
"Shut up." Fang Mo stood up and glanced at the filth on the ground with disgust, "I'm not interested in dead people's money."
He turned around, looked at Li Yan who was completely petrified on the high platform, and spread his hands.
"Lord Li, did he say a word? There seems to be more than one."
The whole place was dead silent.
Mute, who had not spoken for thirty years, not only spoke, but also cried like a child over a hundred years old.
Fang Mo didn't even use the punishment, just said a few words. What does this count? Word is Law?
Python Robe Eunuch stood up suddenly, staring at Fang Mo with his slender eyes, as if he had discovered an uncarved piece of Peerless Uncarved Jade.
"Okay! What a trick!" The eunuch clapped his hands and laughed, "Our family's eyes have been opened today. In this second round, the leader is none other than Fang warden!"
Fang Mo ignored the sharp laughter. When he passed by Li Yan, his footsteps did not stop, and he only left a light word.
"If there are any other tricks, hurry up and use them. My patience is limited."