College Super God System

Chapter 685 Tough Guy
"General Lin, in your opinion, what kind of torture device is more suitable for us?" The jailer asked standing aside.

"I heard that the bones of the demons are relatively hard. If you do Lajin, it must be very painful for them." Lin Ming glanced at the torture equipment next to him, "Is there such a torture equipment?"

"Lajin? Yes! Yes!" The jailer slapped his head and immediately searched for it.

After a long time of rattling and rattling, the jailer finally found something that looked like a rope among the pile of rusty irons.

"That's all right. Use a rope to tie his body, and then use the hanging ring next to him to freely manipulate his body posture." The jailer said with a smile.

"Then tie it up."

Lin Ming waved his hand, and the jailer, together with the two guards next to him, quickly tied up the Mozu intelligence officer's limbs.

The body of the Mozu intelligence officer was completely suspended in the air.

Then those ropes passed through the hoops one by one.

"General Lin, it's done." The jailer looked at Lin Ming, "We're ready."

Lin Ming nodded, and then walked in front of the demon intelligence officer, "I'll give you one last chance, if you still refuse to speak, don't blame us for being rude."

The Mozu intelligence officer still stared straight ahead indifferently, not paying attention to Lin Ming at all.

Seeing that he didn't have the slightest intention of giving in, Lin Ming waved his hand lightly.

So the jailer put several heavy iron blocks on the iron plate at the other end of the rope.

Under the pull of gravity, the rope began to tighten up.

The posture of the demon intelligence officer's body was also distorted into an incredible shape.

His legs stretched straight forward, and his head was pulled by the rope, pressing down desperately.

click-

click-

There was a sound of bones.

Countless beads of sweat immediately appeared on the forehead of the Mozu intelligence officer.

"This doesn't seem to hurt at all." Ye Bingning looked at the Mozu intelligence officer puzzled, "Will this method really work?"

"You're a girl, so it's natural for your body to be soft. As a demon, his muscles and bones are very hard. This posture must be very difficult for him." Lin Ming explained.

"Will this hurt?" Ye Bingning looked at Taorui again.

"I don't know, anyway, it won't hurt me like this."

"Yes, you are a cat-type person, your body should be softer."

"...It's the Spirit Race, not a cat!" Tao Rui looked at Ye Bingning with some dissatisfaction.

However, at this time, the Mozu intelligence officer was already dripping with sweat, and his body was trembling non-stop.

However, despite this, he still kept his mouth shut and refused to say anything.

The guard also walked over at this time, "It's very painful. If you want to relax, you have to tell the whereabouts of the prince of the Spirit Race."

However, the demon intelligence officer suddenly raised his head and spat on the guard.

"You bastard!" The guard became furious and kicked the demon intelligence officer.

However, the Mozu intelligence officer's physical fitness is very good, and the strength of the guards doesn't matter to him at all.

Lin Ming looked at this stubborn Mozu intelligence officer, and knew that he would not say anything if he was not ruthless.

"Continue to increase the weight!" Lin Ming said to the jailer.

"Yes! General Lin."

After the jailer finished speaking, he took a few iron blocks and placed them on the iron plate.

In this way, the pulling force of the rope becomes stronger.

The demon's head almost touched his toes.

This posture was simply unbearable for him.

Lin Ming looked at his expression and found that the face of the Mozu intelligence officer was completely distorted.

His face was also flushed, and it was even difficult for him to breathe.

But even so, the Mozu intelligence officer still kept his mouth shut.

"It really is a tough guy." Lin Ming looked at him and found that this method was not easy to use.

"General Lin, do you want to change your position?" the jailer asked.

"What else?"

"Many, this one can also be turned into a split-horse, or a split."

"Then split the fork." Lin Ming knew that for this tough guy, the split must be more painful.

The jailer also hurriedly ran back to the position of the manipulator iron ring.

Soon, the body of the Mozu's intelligence officer was suspended again, and his legs were pulled apart to form a right angle.

Gradually, that right angle also turned into an obtuse angle.

"Does this hurt?" Ye Bingning still looked at the demon intelligence officer puzzled.

"It's definitely not painful for you and me." Tao Rui felt that this method should be useless.

"It must be very painful for him." Lin Ming was very confident.

Because at this time, he could already see the demon's expression of asking for customs declaration, which was even more distorted than Lajin.

However, the demon still clenched his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, then slid down his cheeks to his chin, and then dripped onto the floor one by one.

"Tell me the prince's whereabouts, and I'll let you go!" Lin Ming said to the demon intelligence officer.

"Hmph! Delusion! I swear to be loyal to the Demon Emperor. How could our noble demons surrender to an inferior race like you!" The demon intelligence officer still clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his face collapsed.

"Dare to insult our general!" The guard on the side couldn't help but pulled out a leather whip, and slapped the demon intelligence officer fiercely.

Snapped--

Snapped--

A crisp sound echoed in this small room.

There were faint traces of blood on the dark skin of the demon clan.

However, this still doesn't work.

The jailer also walked over at this time, "General Lin, do you want to try the iron whip!"

"Yeah." Lin Ming felt that if he didn't deal with it harshly, the other party would definitely not want to speak.

So, the jailer ran aside, pulled out an iron whip and put it in the guard's hand.

The guard also took the iron whip unceremoniously, and once again violently whipped on the body of the Mozu intelligence officer.

Snapped--

Snapped--

There was also a crack in the Mozu intelligence officer's skin, but he still refused to say anything.

This surprised the jailer, he had never seen such a tough prisoner.

"General Lin, why don't you burn the iron whip on the fire!" the jailer suggested again.

"Well, that's fine." Lin Ming's patience was almost worn out.

After getting Lin Ming's approval, the jailer also took the whip and put it on the nearby stove.

The strong flame of the stove quickly burned the iron whip red.

The jailer kept flipping the iron whip so that the Mozu intelligence officer could see it. This was also a psychological tactic.

Sometimes imagined pain is more unbearable than real pain.

However, the Mozu intelligence officer looked at the burning red iron whip and smiled instead, "You underestimate me, even if you use all the instruments of torture, I will never say a word. "

(End of this chapter)