Pointing to the knife in his hand, Tang San murmured: "There is a kind of torture in the world. I wonder if you have heard of it. This kind of torture is called Lingchi."

Although the master had never heard of it, he fell silent the moment Tang San opened his mouth.

Looking at Tang San with a horrified face, "You...you, you, you...what do you want to do? I'm warning you, don't mess around."

Tang San smiled and explained: "It is said that Ling Chi can cut off 3,600 pieces of flesh from the tortured person without dying. I don't know if it is true or not."

After listening to Tang San's words, the master's body was already trembling before the poison took effect.

At this time, the master can no longer be described as fear, but despair is more suitable.

"Tang San, Xiao San, I am your teacher. You can't treat me like this. If word spreads, you will be despised by everyone in the world." The master was really anxious.

Although the poison was quite torturous, it was obviously not good enough compared to Ling Chi. Just listening to the master made me tremble all over.

Tang San approached step by step, with an evil smile on his face, "Don't worry, it hasn't started yet. I just heard that the craftsmanship is definitely not that good, and I can only cut one or two hundred cuts."

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"No...don't...whatever you want to know, I'll tell you."

The master can no longer care about so much. He will first make up a few lies to get through the current situation.

However, Tang San didn't listen to him at all, because he felt that even if the master said it at this time, it might not be true. He had to cut him dozens of times first and then see.

"ah……"

As Tang San began to strike, bursts of indescribably miserable screams suddenly echoed through the entire dungeon.

The guards and other prisoners in the dungeon were horrified when they heard this. They could not imagine how much torture they had suffered to make such pitiful screams.
Chapter completed!