Shiqi returned to Guangyao Palace very quickly. He used his Qinggong skills to travel at lightning speed, and in just five days, he arrived at the main entrance of Guangyao Palace.
When he came out, he was in a good mood. He was looking forward to every day and was always thinking about what to say and what to ask when he saw An Ning.
No matter which city, mountain or lake he passed by, he would always wonder, will peace be here?
But when he went back, he was like an eggplant wilted by frost, with a big hole in his heart and wind blowing in.
It was clearly a hot summer day, but he felt very cold all over and tossed and turned every night, unable to sleep.
As soon as I close my eyes, I see An Ning's face.
Why is this happening?
Shouldn't he be happy to get the answer he wanted?
At the entrance of Guangyao Palace, the gatekeeper saw Shiqi with a sullen face and looked a little confused.
Who in this world can make this puppet angry?
Shiqi always has a blank expression on his face, as if he has no normal emotions. He only knows how to kill people. Even the people in Guangyao Palace are a little afraid of him.
"Little Palace Master, the Palace Master is waiting for you inside."
Shiqi nodded indifferently and strode into the hall.
Inside the spacious marble hall, more than a dozen columns support a towering golden roof.
The wind blew, the candlelight swayed, the bead curtain made a rustling sound, and an eerie and cold atmosphere lingered in the whole hall.
"Has the person been resolved?"
An extremely cold voice came from the hall.
Shi Qi knelt on one knee reflexively. The marble floor clearly reflected his handsome face. His lips were cold and pale, and he was pursing them into a stubborn arc. "Your Majesty, Shi Qi is incompetent...nothing."
The next moment, the owner of the voice came to him, holding Shiqi's jaw tightly with a pale hand, and said in a cold voice, "Do you know what you are saying?"
Shi Qi uttered four words with difficulty, "I'll let you do whatever you want."
The Palace Master sneered: "Oh, you are so arrogant, give me a reason."
"What, he didn't kill him?" A red figure rushed over, his face full of surprise, looking at the Palace Master: How could this be? Isn't he a natural killer, unrivaled in the world? Zibing, how did you teach him?"
The man named Zibin had a thin and handsome face, his skin was whiter than that of an ordinary person, and his dark eyes were like two will-o'-the-wisp fires, glowing coldly in the dim hall.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. I will interrogate him thoroughly."
After saying this, Zibin's face suddenly turned cold and stern, "Shiqi, do you need me to say it a second time? Give me a reason."
Shi Qi knelt like a straight sword, his eyes blank, "I can't say it."
"You are becoming more and more lawless."
Zibin lowered his voice, put his hands into his sleeves, and took out a string of bells.
Shiqi suddenly felt a surge of fear from the depths of his soul. His hands began to tremble involuntarily and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. Only his beautiful eyes remained clear as crystal.
Zi Bin said coldly: "Go underground by yourself."
Shiqi stood up and replied, "Yes."
Ji Wuwang raised his eyebrows slightly, "It is said that the punishments of your Zi family are very horrific, and can make the most hardened warriors kneel down and beg for mercy. Palace Master, can I go and take a look?"
Zibin nodded: "Your Highness, please do as you please."
There are eighteen levels of punishment in Guangyao Palace.
The first level is the most common, which is just thousands of silver needles inserted into the body, over and over again, for hundreds of times.
The second level is a snake cave, with hundreds of poisonous snakes entwined.
There was also a beast that had been hungry for a long time and had red eyes, and I fought with it.
The third floor, the fourth floor......
With every step down, Ji Wuwang’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe that there were punishments in this world that were even more horrific than the ones on the previous level?
Ji Wuwang stood outside the cage, looking at Shiqi coldly. He saw that his body was covered with scars, as if he had been fished out of a sea of blood.
But his expression remained calm, without any tremor between his brows, and it could even be said that he was used to it.
Ji Wuwang was shocked, but he actually believed that this young man with delicate looks and a bit thin was really the Tianjue killer.
Even people with martial arts skills cannot last beyond the first three levels.
And he held up seventeen floors.
When we reached the eighteenth floor, the smell of blood became much lighter.
Unlike the first seventeen levels, those various punishments were frightening just by looking at them.
The eighteenth floor was just an iron bed.
A crack finally appeared on Shiqi's calm expression, fear spread in his eyes, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.
Zibin's voice was icy. "The last time you came here was four years ago, and you let a child run away. This time, the person you let run away is more important. Lie down!"
Shiqi paused.
Zi Bin sneered, took out a string of bells from his sleeve and shook them gently.
The clear ringing sound rang out in the dark room, which was very strange.
The moment he heard the sound, Shiqi's eyes suddenly turned red. He knelt down involuntarily, hugged his head, and tears flowed from his eyes because of the pain.
Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and climbed onto the iron bed. His handsome face was as white as frost and snow.
Shiqi, who was enduring the punishment of seventeen levels of hell, couldn't even withstand the ringing of a bell?
Ji Wuwang narrowed his eyes slightly, a look of confusion flashed across his face.
The following scene almost made him vomit on the spot!
Zibin, holding a knife, actually cut open Shiqi's skull!
What shocked Ji Wuwang even more was that Shiqi's snow-white skull was densely packed with nails!
Ji Wuwang couldn't bear to look directly at it, and said in a trembling voice: "Son, son, son! Why didn't you tell me in advance? I was scared to death!"
Zibin said calmly, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. It's mainly because this kid is getting harder and harder to control. I have to put the soul-locking nail on him quickly."
After saying this, Zibing hammered another nail into the empty space on Shiqi's skull.
Ji Wuwang was curious and took a look.
No one knew what the nail was made of. It was about the length of a middle finger and dark red in color.
Soon, the sound of iron tools hitting skulls was heard in the room.
Zibing didn't even take any anesthetic powder. The boy closed his eyes tightly and clung to the iron bed with both hands.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that he had scratched many dents on the inside of the iron bed.
Ji Wuwang's teeth ached so much that his hands trembled with fear. He put his hands quietly in his sleeves and closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the scene over there.
Damn, no matter who I offend in the future, I must never offend Zibing!
The Zi family, who was in charge of punishments and prisons during the Zhou Dynasty, lived up to their reputation and was truly a living devil!
Half an hour later, Ji Wuwang was patted on the shoulder. He was already extremely nervous, and he immediately jumped up like a madman.
The son reported: "Your Highness, it is me."
Ji Wuwang then opened his eyes cautiously.
Opposite him, Zi Bing was holding a long knife that shone with silver light. There was even blood dripping from the tip of the knife. His cold eyebrows and eyes looked even more eerie and terrifying under the candlelight.
Ji Wuwang shuddered for no apparent reason.
Zi Bing opened his lips and said, "Your Highness, I will take you out."
Ji Wuwang looked towards the iron bed.
Shiqi had fainted, with blood all over the floor and some unknown tissues. There was blood-stained needles and thread on the tray next to him, which was quite eerie.
He immediately looked away, pretending to be normal, "Zibin, why did he lose control when you rang the bell?"
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