I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 3549 Torture
The three of them were like headless flies, bumping around in the huge water prison of Badwater Pool. Every time they passed a cell, the three of them would check carefully to see if there was any trace of Yun'er, but along the way , found that all the prisons were held by masters of various sects, and there was no Yun'er they were looking for.

During the period, they also encountered a patrol team of 30 people, all of whom were masters of the torture hall, each of them wore a black iron mask, held various magic weapons in their hands, and was dressed in black clothes, full of momentum. When these torture hall disciples passed by, the prisoners in the cells would cause a commotion. It seemed that they were completely afraid of these people. Fortunately, the three of them were also wearing clothes that looked like them, and they were wearing Masks, for a while, no one recognized their outfits.

Face to face with the dozens of torture hall disciples, the three of them continued to search along the winding passage of the water prison, but this water prison is too big, and it is a bit dizzy to go around. After walking for another period of time, the three of them still found nothing.At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly entered their ears, which made Wu Feng and Zhou Ming's hearts sink. They hurried forward a few more steps, and after turning a corner, they saw another tall building. A large prison cell, where more than a dozen great monks were imprisoned.

Wu Feng recognized these people at a glance, they were the eminent monks from Lingyin Temple that he met during the day.

It's just that their current situation is not optimistic. They are all tied up with iron chains, hung on an iron hook on the top of the cell, with their feet off the ground, dangling non-stop.

In this prison cell, there stood a few disciples of the torture hall. Judging from their slightly graying hair, they should all be around 50 or [-] years old. These people all held instruments of torture, and some held whips. Slapped on these great monks, some even held red-hot iron plates and greeted those great monks, the group of Yamatos who were in pain kept howling.

However, Master Fatong was the one who was hated the most. He was directly surrounded by three or four torture hall disciples and tortured him continuously. One man even cursed: "You are a bald thief, you killed the only son of this old man. This old man must beat you to death, to avenge my tragic son!"

Under the torment of several people in turn, Master Fatong didn't show any pain, and acted very calmly, as if those whips and irons didn't fall on him, he just said lightly: "Amitabha... I killed your sons, but do you know how many sons you have killed? Of all the people imprisoned in this water prison, which one is not someone else's son?"

"Don't give me so much reason. I only know that you killed my son with your own hands. I want to seek revenge from you. Today I must beat you to death!" As he said, the whip pointed at Master Fatong again. Whipped down.

The three of them approached the cell calmly, Zhou Ming coughed dryly, and couldn't help but said: "I said, these brothers and these monks are appointed by the guardian to stay, so don't beat them to death." Anyway, they will die sooner or later, why should you worry about this moment? If you really beat them to death, we won’t be able to do business, right?”

(End of this chapter)