Under the pale sunlight, on the gray island, the wails continued for a long time.
When people are jealous or in pain, they wail in agony; no one can bear it.
Although Fang Tianzhi was a cultivator, he was still a human being, and he didn't seem to have any superhuman willpower, so it was difficult for him to stop howling.
Wu Er wasn't in a hurry; he just stayed to the side, listening to the agonizing screams.
One shout after another followed. At first, Fang Tianzhi's voice was quite loud, but later, perhaps because he had been shouting for a long time and his voice had become hoarse, it became softer and softer.
In the end, all Fang Tianzhi could make was a "ho ho" sound.
At this point, Wu Er asked expressionlessly, "Are you done calling?"
Fang Tianzhi made two more strange noises, seemingly trying to reply, but unfortunately he was mute and could not say anything.
"What a nuisance," Wu Er said coldly. "Is all you can do? I'm asking you something."
His voice was cold, completely devoid of any gentleness.
I don't expect it to have a gentle temperament either...
Because Fang Tianzhi's voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak, Wu Er used magic to cure Fang Tianzhi's voice.
Fang Tianzhi wailed again, but he stopped after shouting a couple of times. His voice wasn't hoarse anymore, so it seemed he had vented his anger.
At this point, Wu Er spoke again: "Are you done shouting?"
Fang Tianzhi, perched on the pillar, took two heavy breaths and said in a trembling voice, "You...as expected..."
He uttered two words that were unclear in meaning, perhaps because he had been tortured too much, and seemed a little crazy.
But Wu Er didn't care whether the man was crazy or not, and said in a commanding tone, "I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you can only answer them."
Fang Tianzhi's chest heaved twice, then he let out a laugh, a very hoarse and unpleasant laugh.
"Kid...who do you think you're ordering around? I...remember...you used to be like a dog."
Wu Er didn't refute this, but instead said, "That's not an answer."
Fang Tianzhi continued in a trembling voice, "You... are just a... dog..."
Another curse word. It seems Fang Tianzhi is venting his anger by cursing, but unfortunately, cursing is the least effective thing.
Wu Er seemed unconcerned by the insults, saying without emotion, "They say a dying man's words are kind, but you've always had a foul mouth. You could call that 'unwavering until death'?"
Fang Tianzhi shouted, "You... are a loser, a lucky dog!"
The more he cursed, the more agitated Fang Tianzhi became.
It took a lot of effort to utter that curse; after he finished, his chest heaved, as if he had a stitch in his side.
Wu Er then said, "I'll ask you one more time. I have a question for you. Can you answer it?"
"Pah!" Fang Tianzhi spat to the side.
Seeing this, Wu Er shook his head. "Tough? They won't be tough for long."
Fang Tianzhi was panting heavily, but he didn't say anything.
"To be honest, I don't really want to do this, because it makes me look like a bad person."
After saying this, Wu Er began his next action.
Getting someone to speak is easy; no one's will is unbreakable.
If there is any, it's just that the level of destruction is not high.
With just a little thought and effort, you can drive anyone crazy.
For example, Fang Tianzhi, who had a foul mouth.
Wu Er's method was also very simple: to hit, cut flesh, and injure him.
Unfortunately, Fang Tianzhi no longer has any place to be destroyed, so we need to do something else... that is, give him a place to be destroyed.
Heal him first, then cripple him.
He can endure being crippled once, twice, even three times... but what if it's a hundred times? Two hundred times? Three hundred times? Or even a thousand times? Ten thousand times?
What do you mean by destroying me can't make me submit?
That's just because they haven't destroyed it enough times!
Wu Er began to treat Fang Tianzhi's injuries.
Because treating such an injury would require a lot of effort, Wu Er did not treat it himself, but instead used a refined medicinal powder.
Although Fang Tianzhi is considered a Dao Integration cultivator, his reconstructed body is not in good condition and can be completely healed with just a small amount of decent spiritual medicine powder.
While Fang Tianzhi was being treated, he even hummed out loud because it felt so good.
Unfortunately, before he could even catch his breath, Wu Er began his torment.
The process of destruction was simple and brutal.
It involves first breaking the limbs, then breaking some bones, gouging out the eyes, cutting off the tongue, piercing the ears, and sealing the throat.
After using this method, he returned to his initial state.
He looked like he was crippled and in pain.
However, Fang Tianzhi was in even more pain this time, because the comfortable feeling of his body being healed was still there, and the sudden pain made his nerves tense up again.
This sense of loss is like falling from the clouds to the ground.
After Wu Er finished doing all this, his face remained expressionless. Although his face was expressionless, it didn't mean that he was expressionless inside.
Wu Er felt a surge of... excitement.
A strange, inexplicable excitement—the excitement of revenge.
Suppressing the slight excitement in his heart, Wu Er once again cured Fang Tianzhi's ears, mouth, tongue, and throat.
Fang Tianzhi wailed again this time, and the wailing was even louder, but the duration was much shorter, which Wu Er found somewhat regrettable.
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