"Boss, what instruments of torture do we need to prepare?" Sun Wukong was very interested in torturing immortals.

Bian Lang said, "Pain may not be able to control them. I think we should still humiliate them properly, so let's prepare the wooden donkey."

"A wooden donkey?" Sun Wuse was stunned.

Because He had no idea what Bian Lang was talking about, He thought the wooden donkey was no instrument of torture. He figured that the two immortals could probably revive the wooden donkey with a breath and then ride it away.

However, Shangguan Hongyu, Liu Yi, and the others were well aware of this.

The only difference is that the wooden donkey was a torture device for female prisoners, while the two immortals were male.

Dugu Qiusheng instantly understood Bian Lang's meaning and grinned, "Brother Bian, you're really too wicked."

"Bad?" Sun Wuse didn't quite understand.

Bian Lang waved his hand, telling them to hurry up and get ready.

Now that we have captured two immortals, we must treat them well and absolutely not neglect them.

The two immortals were quite nervous at the moment, having no idea what Bian Lang planned to do to them.

After the wooden donkey was finished, Bian Lang pushed it for a while and thought the workmanship was excellent. Then he whispered his explanation to the two immortals.

Upon hearing this, the two immortals' expressions changed drastically, and they could not believe it.

"You...you dare treat us like that?"

"We are immortals..."

Although the two said different things, their tone of voice was exactly the same, and their eyes revealed fear.

If they were to ride that wooden donkey and survive, their reputation would be ruined. When they returned to the Heavenly Realm, they would become a laughingstock and no one would sympathize with them.

Bian Lang naturally paid no attention to these threatening words and asked with a smile, "Which of you two would like to go first?"

The two immortals looked at each other in dismay. In front of so many people, they were to ride on that wooden donkey. What was even more terrifying was that once the wooden donkey moved forward, the upright stick would mercilessly pierce through them...

Just thinking about it makes me feel that it must be a terrible experience.

Bian Lang said, "Please decide quickly, whoever volunteers to ride on will be released."

Upon hearing this, the two immortals immediately began a heated argument.

Their celestial ranks and strengths in the heavens were roughly the same, making it extremely difficult, if not hopeless, to persuade the other to sacrifice for them.

Bian Lang smiled and looked at them, saying, "Now, I'll count to three. If you two still haven't decided by the end of the count, then we'll ride the wooden donkey together."

When they counted to "three," the two immortals were still arguing.

Bian Lang waved his hand, and one of them immediately climbed onto the wooden donkey's back.

Before the immortal could react, the wooden donkey had already started walking forward, followed by a blood-curdling scream.

The wooden donkey continued forward, its mournful cries echoing throughout, a truly chilling sight.

The other immortal stared blankly, never expecting that such a cruel instrument of torture existed in the world.

The thought that he might be the one riding the wooden donkey in a few moments nearly scared him to death.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "I can't let you enjoy this all by yourself. You two should come at me one at a time. Whoever confesses first, I'll let them go."

"I'll tell you everything..." the immortal standing by watching hurriedly shouted.

The immortal riding the wooden donkey cursed loudly, but before he could finish a single curse, his voice was drowned out by screams.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "Little monkey, show this immortal around our Misty Forest."

"Alright," Sun Wukong replied with a smile, urging the wooden donkey to head deeper into the forest.

The road there was even more bumpy. It was easy to imagine that even if that immortal had nine lives, he would probably lose them all in the forest after this trip.

The surviving immortal was panting heavily, his immortal power sealed, and his combat ability seemed inferior to that of an ordinary mortal.

Bian Lang smiled and looked at him, saying, "Are you going to speak up first, or wait until after you ride the wooden donkey?"

"What...what do you want to know?" the immortal asked in a trembling voice.

Even now, the screams of his companions still echo in his ears.

The screams were so loud that they were rarely heard even at the Execution Platform.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "Of course, you should say whatever you know, without holding back or holding back."

The immortal wore a pained expression, pondering for a long time, unsure of where to begin. Finally, he remembered that he should talk about the dark clouds that had been gathering and refusing to disperse.

The heavens created those dark clouds to plunging the Misty Forest into darkness.

Without sunlight, the creatures living in the forest will lose their spirit.

Given time, when the celestial army arrives, the Misty Forest will be powerless to resist.

Compared to actual combat, the advantage of doing this is that it can minimize casualties among the heavenly soldiers.

“Say something we don’t know,” Shangguan Hongyu interrupted the immortal’s rambling.

The immortal seemed to say a lot, but in reality, everything he said was nonsense.

"That's all I know. According to the previous plan, the celestial army will not descend until three years after the sun is obscured by dark clouds," the immortal hurriedly said.

Bian Lang said, "Three years? You're talking nonsense!"

The message from Yunrou was that the Heavenly Army had been mobilized, and it was impossible for them to hide in the mortal realm for three years.

It seems that without suffering a bit, this immortal will never be able to let go of his pride as an immortal. He thinks he can get rid of them with clumsy lies, which is simply wishful thinking.

Bian Lang then sent word that Sun Wuse had quickly brought the wooden donkey back.

The immortal who was riding on it was now lying on the back of the wooden donkey, barely alive.

The wooden donkey was covered in blood, and it looked very creepy.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "Invite him down and let this one go up and enjoy himself too."

"I...I already told you I know, you can't do this to me..." The immortal was shocked.

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