Chapter 46 There are still nine fingers
The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed when his worries were revealed. He took a step back with a look of vigilance in his eyes.
Before coming here, he knew that he would be in danger of death this time. The man in front of him must be in a high position to be able to sit firmly in the central position.
It was my own fault for being too arrogant. I only looked at Zheng Peng and didn’t pay attention to the environment around me .
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man pointed at Liu Hu and stepped back repeatedly, asking a series of questions in a row, muttering: "Are you Liu Hu?"
"Haha, haven't I just been gone for a day? Someone actually dares to point at me." Liu Hu didn't take the man in front of him seriously at all and teased.
Hearing what Liu Hu said, Luo Fanchen immediately understood. He took out the sword from Zheng Peng's waist beside him, danced with the sword, and then saw the middle-aged man's fingers fall in response.
"Ah!" The piercing pain spread all over his body. The middle-aged man immediately covered his severed finger, and the pain made him bend over like a shrimp.
Luo Fanchen didn't give up yet. He took a step forward and grabbed the middle-aged man's hair with one hand and said with a smile: "What's wrong? It's just a finger. When I broke my finger, I wasn't as embarrassed as you."
After saying that, he kicked the middle-aged man in the stomach and kicked him out of the tent.
The guards outside saw a figure coming out and hurried in. Luo Fanchen tilted his head and whispered, "Get out."
These guards were all Zheng Peng's subordinates. Although Luo Fanchen's face looked scary at this moment, they did not dare to retreat even a single step.
Zheng Peng waved to the guards, and they ran out in a hurry, feeling relieved.
After all, Luo Fanchen never needed a reason to kill someone.
Although Zheng Peng had already anticipated what would happen, he still felt a little bit sorry when he saw Luo Fanchen torturing people like this.
Looking up and seeing Liu Hu who was somewhat interested, Zheng Peng sighed: Perhaps, in the whole world, only Liu Hu can tolerate Luo Fanchen's personality.
Looking at Liu Hu's expression again, Zheng Peng even felt that everything Luo Fanchen did was what Liu Hu wanted to do, but he did not do it because of his status.
Luo Fanchen stretched out his right hand and pressed acupuncture points on the middle-aged man to stop the bleeding. He said, "Don't die from losing too much blood. That would be too boring."
Then he brought the middle-aged man in with one hand, threw him on the ground, and stepped on the middle-aged man's broken finger, saying: "Remember, don't point your fingers at others easily, it's very rude, understand?"
The middle-aged man looked at Luo Fanchen's ghostly smile and felt a chill on his back. His fingers were connected to his heart. Although Luo Fanchen did not use much force, he still felt a piercing pain in his fingers.
He didn't dare to resist and just nodded woodenly.
"Where is Xiao Leng now?" Liu Hu saw that the middle-aged man was much more honest, and then asked the question in his mind.
The middle-aged man was not willing to tell the truth. He thought that if he stayed here, the worst that could happen was death, but if he betrayed Xiao Leng, his entire family would be wiped out.
His family had long been controlled by Xiao Leng. If he betrayed Xiao Leng, the price would be - the entire family would be buried with him.
"Oh, if you don't tell me, it will be difficult for me to do." Liu Hu pretended to be helpless and said. He wanted to shake his head but found that it hurt when he moved a little, so he had to give up.
Luo Fanchen listened to the middle-aged man being so tough, clapped his hands and said, "That's great, I like tough people."
A small insect slowly crawled out from Luo Fanchen's sleeve. It was extremely excited when it smelled the blood, and it stood on the middle-aged man's arm, shaking its head.
If Luo Fanchen hadn't given the order, I'm afraid the little bug would have rushed up long ago. Luo Fanchen hadn't fed them for a long time.
After all, this fresh blood is the best tonic for insects. After being excited for a while, they looked at Luo Fanchen pitifully.
Luo Fanchen twisted his head and shouted to the little bug: "Go."
The little bug finally heard Luo Fanchen's order, and regardless of how the middle-aged man struggled, it drilled into the middle-aged man's severed finger.
The title of Daqian Poison Doctor is not in vain.
The middle-aged man wanted to break free from Luo Fanchen's control, but Luo Fanchen's hand was like an iron clamp, restraining him so that he couldn't move at all.
Suddenly, Luo Fanchen spread out his palms, and a small crystal bottle appeared in his hands. He opened the cork with one hand, and a strange lotus scent filled the air, and soon filled the entire tent.
"Three-Day Soul-Destroying Water?" Asi said in a low voice as he looked at the medicine bottle that Luo Fanchen took out.
Luo Fanchen chuckled. He was happy that Liu Hu came back today, so he took his usual venom.
"You have a pretty good eye." After saying that, he opened the middle-aged man's mouth and poured all the liquid in.
The middle-aged man didn't even have the chance to shake his head and refuse the Three-Day Soul-Breaking Water. In the blink of an eye , he had poured half the bottle of water.
After pouring it out, Luo Fanchen threw the middle-aged man casually, and saw the middle-aged man lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Liu Hu looked at the middle-aged man and frowned, saying, "Don't kill him. I still have something to ask."
"He's not dead yet. He still has thirty-six hours to live." Luo Fanchen said indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man seemed to be stimulated by something and kept twisting his body on the ground like a little snake, begging for help: "Kill me quickly, quickly."
"Where is Xiao Leng?" Liu Hu still maintained a leisurely tone, but there was a hint of resistance in his words.
The middle-aged man rolled on the ground in pain, but he did not give in and continued, "Kill me, Qiuqiu, kill me."
Luo Fanchen winked at Asi. After years of tacit understanding, how could he not understand Luo Fanchen's meaning? He picked up the guillotine from behind the big tent and wanted to carry it over.
"Get up." Luo Fanchen was not far from the guillotine. He and Asi worked together to lift the guillotine to the front and threw it in front of the middle-aged man.
"You still have nine fingers. Don't worry, we'll take it slow." After Luo Fanchen finished speaking, he pressed the middle-aged man's hand on the guillotine without asking any questions. He raised his hand and the knife fell, and a finger was cut off.
"Fuck, why don't you ask?" The middle-aged man gasped in pain. He didn't expect Luo Fanchen to cut off his finger without saying anything.
Looking at the middle-aged man who was tortured beyond recognition on the ground, Luo Fanchen frowned and said, "This shouldn't be the case. Didn't I press the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding? Why is it still painful?"
Except for Luo Fanchen, none of them were practicing the Inner Sect, and they didn't understand acupuncture at all. Only Liu Hu had some knowledge of "martial arts". Looking at the middle-aged man rolling on the ground, he murmured, "Maybe it's your fingers that are causing your power to decline."
"I don't know either. Let me try again." Luo Fanchen couldn't explain why this happened. He could only try again to see what was going on.
