Douluo: Tang San’s inner demon, more children, more blessings

Chapter 23 If it’s broken, just cut it off and it’ll be fine

"The chrysanthemum is broken, the ground is full of injuries, your smile has turned yellow..."

In order to meet the occasion, Tang Xie couldn't help but sing. In line with the beat of the music, Tang Xie twisted his body...

Zhu Zhuyun frowned, as if he was infected by the sad emotions in Tang Xie's lyrics, and couldn't help but frown.

……

at this time.

Qibao Glazed Sect Headquarters.

Ning Fengzhi looked gloomy.

"That Tang San is really a tough guy! His subordinates have subjected him to countless tortures, but until now, he still refuses to reveal Rongrong's whereabouts."

"Hmph! If Zhao Wuji hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Tang San went back and asked him to find Xiao Wu, but this Tang San still refused to admit it, I really thought Tang San didn't know anything!"

Sword Douluo looked hesitant. He also participated in the interrogation of Tang San. Under the pressure of Title Douluo, Tang San lost his mind in fear.

Even so, Tang San still didn't change his tune.

He always felt that the boy named Tang San was not the real murderer.

If the interrogation continues like this.

Even if Tang San wasn't the murderer, sooner or later he would surrender.

It wasn't that Sword Douluo cared about Tang San, but what he always cared about was Ning Rongrong. What would he do if he kept holding on to Tang San and still couldn't find Ning Rongrong.

"Fengzhi, I think that Tang San...maybe really isn't the murderer."

Sword Douluo sighed and expressed his opinion to Ning Fengzhi.

He couldn't waste any more time.

The whereabouts of Ning Rongrong must be found quickly.

Ning Fengzhi frowned, "Uncle Jian, are you saying that Zhao Wuji is lying to us?"

"That's not true. I can see that Zhao Wuji didn't lie to us."

"Then who is deceiving us?"

Ning Fengzhi was a little confused by Sword Douluo.

Sword Douluo's eyes were deep, "Perhaps we need to have a good talk with Zhao Wuji and Tang San to get the answer to this matter."

Ning Fengzhi was stunned and nodded slightly.

"Uncle Jian, I believe you."

……

in the dungeon.

Damp air.

Bad musty smell.

In a dark and narrow prison, Tang San was tied to a wooden stake.

"Speak quickly! Tang San! Where did you hide Miss Ning Rongrong and the others?"

"I do not know."

"How dare you lie!" The sound of whips sounded, as well as painful grunts and screams.

"I really don't know anything..."

Tang San murmured in a low voice, his eyes blurred, his consciousness already lost.

"Hey, if you don't say it, don't say it, right?"

A cold voice, mixed with some sneers.

"I'll let you know what is one of the most terrifying things for a man!"

The man walked to the toolbox next to him, rummaged through it carefully, and found a small sharp blade.

The blade looks very strange, and seems to be specially used to cut small things.

The man was smiling, but it gave people a chilling feeling. "Look, uncle, look at you. Okay?"

The man had a weird look, and with a hint of expectation in his expression, he pulled off Tang San's wounds.

The man looked down expectantly, and his expression suddenly became extremely strange.

"What the hell? What is this tumor?"

The man felt as if he was disgusted.

He quickly pulled Tang San's rags back.

I don’t blame him for being disgusted by such a disgusting person. It’s just that the tumor is so ugly that it’s even more disgusting than the maggots in the sewer.

It was full of pus and pus.

It seemed like it would explode with just a slight touch.

Tang San knew that he had been trying his best to hide it, and swore that anyone who knew his secret must be eradicated.

Therefore, even he is now in prison, suffering from the pain of his flesh and blood.

There was still a hint of eternal resentment in his eyes.

He stared hard at the person in front of him, trying to remember his appearance firmly in his heart.

The man said disgustedly: "I said that you are a big man, but your voice sounds very feminine. It turns out that the root cause is here. Oh, everything in your place has already been necrotic."

"It seems to me that you haven't cut it off because you still have lingering thoughts in your heart and you are still unwilling to let it go, right? You used your soul power to prevent the poison there from spreading outward, but these few people imprisoned in the prison Sun, you have no time to take care of yourself, how can you get the soul power to stop the spread of poison?"

"These poisons have already spread to your thighs. Now the root veins of your thighs are blocked. If it continues at night, it may even be life-threatening."

The man hesitated for a moment, "You are the prisoner that the sect master named and asked to speak out. If I just sit back and watch you die, I'm afraid the sect will also blame me. It seems that I can only help you." It’s time for treatment.”

"Ha." The corner of Tang San's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm, and a voice with a drake voice came out.

"If you want not to be blamed by your sect leader, I advise you to quickly remove the negative state from me now and let me recover my soul power. In this way, I can still block the meridians of my thighs with my soul power."

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." The man thought for a while and replied.

"Why is it unnecessary?" Tang San's voice was a little anxious.

As long as he recovers his soul power, he can use his internal power to activate the hidden weapon. Even if he doesn't have a hidden weapon in his hand, he can kill the person in front of him through a special method of generating energy.

Then, he has hope of escaping...

The man ran to rummage in the tool box again, and finally took out an axe. Seeing the frightened Tang San, he comforted him with rare tenderness: "Don't be afraid, as long as I chop off all the necrotic places, then you will be fine." He won’t die from the spread of poison.”

As he spoke, the man approached step by step.

Tang San was so frightened that he peed.

A bad smell emanates from the crotch area.

There was also yellowish liquid dripping on the ground.

The man frowned deeply, "It's really disgusting, but there's nothing I can do about it. Who told me that this is what I rely on for a living? Speaking of which, you are also my guest, so I'll indulge you a little. In this case, I'd better do it myself." …”

Tang San rolled his eyes and fainted.

The man held a sharp ax in his hand and struck hard.

The scene suddenly became bloody and disgusting.

At this time, there was a sound outside the prison.

"Uncle Jian, how do you plan to ask Tang San? We have already sent someone to call Zhao Wuji..."

Is it the voice of the sect leader?

The man who helped Tang San perform the surgery threw away the sharp ax in his hand, grinning with his big white teeth and looking at Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.

"Sect Master, you are here!"

The man pointed at Tang San, "This kid is sick, I helped him cure his illness."

"The effect is quite good and the bleeding stops quickly."

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo looked at each other in horror as they looked at the miserable prison.

(End of this chapter)