Chapter 347

Footsteps sounded outside the water prison. Lingwu withdrew her fingertips from the torture instruments and met Bai Yu's gaze.

The boy's gaze deepened as he stared at him, and he asked, bewildered, "Are you trying to escape?"

"Escape?" Ling Wu asked back.

The boy retorted, "Isn't that right?"

A soft laugh came from beneath the black robe, and without answering, the person vanished.

The boy, bound by chains, had a dark, thick look in his only eye.

He looked around and finally saw the figure of the man in black robes when he looked up.

She was sitting on the roof beam, leaning back languidly, her gilded mask hidden by a large hood.

Yet, the angle allows you to see a beautiful jawline that is usually hard to see.

The hem of her black dress rippled as she casually swayed her legs.

Whether it was his imagination or not, he seemed to see the dress that had been hidden under the black robe as the woman swayed.

The color of the dress was the same ice blue as Master's dress.

Bai Yu was flustered by the sight of the man in black robes, but quickly regained his composure when the man in black robes lightly tapped his fingertip and tilted his head to look at him.

The woman in the black robe leaned lazily against the wall, and her childish way of swinging her legs was completely different from her master.

His master was always rigid and cold, and even after becoming a furnace cauldron, he never acted in this way.

This must have been on her own, deliberately making him doubt his master!

Thinking of this, Bai Yu let out a deep breath, his previously chaotic mind calming down. As the three footsteps outside drew closer, he lowered his head.

"Our ancestor ascended to heaven today. I just went to inquire, but the Immortal Venerable couldn't spare the time and told us to interrogate him ourselves first."

"Will they use torture?"

"That depends on how well he keeps his mouth shut."

As soon as he finished speaking, the water level in the water dungeon began to drop, revealing the boy wearing only a pair of trousers, barely exposing his muscular upper body.

He slowly raised his eyes and glanced at the three people in front of him.

The darkness in his eyes, combined with the eeriness of being blind in one eye, caused the three of them to pause in surprise. After a moment, someone finally came to a conclusion:

"His body is covered in knife scars, and he's blind in one eye, so this must be the first time he's done something like this."

The leader glanced at Bai Yu from head to toe and said, "He's a tough nut to crack, let's get to the torture."

After he finished speaking, the other two went to the torture chamber.

Upon seeing this, Bai Yu lifted his eyelids and looked up at Ling Wu.

Seeing that she didn't leave, he guessed that she wanted to see him suffer.

Unfortunately, she was going to be disappointed.

In that incredibly realistic dream, he roamed the celestial realm for many years, escaping death time and again. How could he possibly fear these mere instruments of torture?

But he was really anxious at this moment. These people said that the ancestor had successfully ascended, which meant that the ancestor would only stay in the lower realm for one day.

If you want to obtain the Sumeru Ring, you must leave the water prison today!

The three people in front of him were not to be feared; the only one who made him feel uneasy was the person at the head of the table.

As Bai Yu was thinking, the executioner arrived, and the scorching heat of the instruments of torture wafted over him. His expression remained unchanged, and he even had the leisure to look up at Ling Wu.

Are you just going to stand by and watch?

The boy's voice was extremely calm, showing no sign of being a prisoner.

The executioner sneered, "Your tactic of implying that you have a comrade is indeed novel, but unfortunately, it's only novel; it's not like no one has ever used it before."

"Can't you see?" Bai Yu asked.

"What do you see?"

Bai Yu looked up at the top of the cell, "Her."

The executioner did not look up. "Boy, the consequences of putting on airs and acting like a ghost are dire."

"Pshaw, you idiot."

"I won't shed a tear until I see the coffin!" he said, pressing the red-hot branding iron against the boy's chest.

The sizzling sound of roasting flesh makes one's eardrums itch and goosebumps stand on end.

But apart from his pale face, the boy showed no sign of pain. Instead, he curled his lips and kept staring upwards.

“Their methods are too naive, not even a tenth as good as yours,” he said to Ling Wu.

Beneath the black robe, his legs swayed slightly, as if he were quite pleased with his flattery.

The boy's smile brightened even more, disrupting his aloof and indifferent demeanor.

But the executioner's eyes turned cold, and he used his spiritual power to prepare to inflict the torture again.

Bai Yu shook his head and mumbled indistinctly, "What a pity..."

"What's the pity?" the executioner asked instinctively.

Before the executioner could get an answer, a thud came from behind him, followed by another thud.

The executioner, forced to grip the branding iron tightly, had no time to turn around before being enveloped by a demonic aura and fell unconscious to the ground.

The branding iron fell to the ground with a heavy, piercing sound.

Bai Yu then said, "Unfortunately, you are too weak."

His hands were still tightly chained, but he did not struggle, because he knew that the person above him had not yet agreed, and he could not break free anyway, so he might as well not waste his energy.

After observing the scene, Ling Wu landed lightly, and with a wave of her hand, she channeled her spiritual energy to transfer the fallen branding iron to her palm.

The moment the dark branding iron was grasped by fair fingertips, Bai Yu's Adam's apple bobbed again.

Ling Wu slowly approached, her spiritual energy transforming into a blade in her hand, about to carve words onto the branding iron.

She paused for a moment, then turned to him and asked, "What do you think of the words 'little brat'?"

Without waiting for Bai Yu's reply, she finished engraving the words on the branding iron.

A burning sensation spread from his forehead to the white skin.

Bai Yu finally paused and stopped him: "I'll tell you a secret, as long as you don't write it on my face."

The scars left by the person in front of you are almost impossible to erase.

But most importantly, he wanted to use her to obtain the Sumeru Ring from the ancestor who had survived the calamity.

Ling Wu's eyes remained unchanged, and she continued to do as she pleased.

Just as the branding iron was about to touch his forehead, Bai Yu's composure vanished by half. He stopped beating around the bush and said, "I know the whereabouts of a divine artifact!"

She nodded curtly. "Oh."

Hearing her response, Bai Yu relaxed slightly, but the branding iron was still etched between his eyebrows in the next instant.

Accompanied by a "buzzing" sound, the androgynous voice continued to speak:

"Divine artifacts? It's not like I don't have them."

Before Bai Yu could even feel angry about being marked, he asked, "You have a divine artifact? Where did you get it?"

Lingwu put down the branding iron, tilted her head, and stared at the "slave" character between his eyebrows.

After a moment's thought, he murmured with a slight brightening in his eyes, "I know what I'm missing."

She picked up the branding iron again and carved a mask pattern on each side of the character "slave." Then she took out a mirror and looked at Bai Yu.

"Little brat, how about my skills?"

Bai Yu received no answer and was being toyed with like this, causing frustration to rise in his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Ling Wu said, "Not going to answer? Then let's carve a few more on the left and right sides of your face."

He gritted his teeth in frustration, "Whatever!"

Lingwu lost interest and threw down the branding iron. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his forehead, then stuffed the soiled handkerchief into Baiyu's hand.

When Bai Yu, clutching the handkerchief, felt the coolness, she silently tugged at the corner of her lips, drawing blood from her pale, dry lips.

“You are so similar to my master in some ways.” So similar that he didn’t dare to think about it too much.