Long Qi was put on a black hood again, his limbs were fixed, and a sack was placed in him, and he was thrown into a car roughly.

This time, the car drove very fast.

More than an hour passed in the lightning, and then he was thrown out of the car. The titanium alloy nanofiber torture instrument on his hand was separated. He had a huge iron lump on his limbs and appeared in an underground space.

This is an enclosed underground space.

The surrounding walls were covered with slippery moss, and the air was so humid that it could almost drip into water. A smell that I didn't know how to describe it rushed straight to my forehead.

There is no light in the entire space.

But there are four red dots on the four directions above the head constantly flickering.

These are four infrared imaging night vision surveillance lenses.

In the monitoring room, three old guys with bamboo poles were staring at the monitor.

These three old guys were skinny and skinny. Two of them were wearing tattered robes and one with a wide headscarf wrapped around their heads. They were actually a woman.

"Niutao and horse noodles, this kid is so fresh. Go and have a whole bowl of soup for him to drink."

The cow head and horse face stared at Long Qi, and there were already green lights in its four eyes.

"Old grandmother, keep your Mengpo soup for yourself. This kid belongs to our brothers!"

Meng Po was furious and shouted:

"He is mine. You two old guys, who dares to fight with the old woman? The old woman will kill you!"

As she said that, Meng Po suddenly stretched out her hand, and a white mist flashed across her hand. The cow head and horse face immediately bent down, and began to retching heart-wrenchingly.

"Okay, okay, he belongs to you, you!"

Meng Po grinned and laughed silently.

This place is called the Hall of Yama.

The great reputation of the Hall of Yama is not in its own name, but in the three people in the Hall of Yama.

Meng Po, cow head, horse face!

Even those who entered the Hall of Yama would rather enter the real Hall of Yama and be put into the oil pan than stay in this Hall of Yama for a moment.

Those who can enter the eighty-third round basically have no one to go out. They are also vegetative or real wasteful people when they go out.

The Hall of Yama is different from the Eighty-Three Bureau. Although the Hall of Yama is nominally under the Eighty-Three Bureau, it has always existed independently here.

None of the people who can enter the Hall of Yama are not real big shots.

And those who can come out of the Hall of Yama are simply a despicable existence.

There are many people in the inner city who know the Eighty-Three Bureaus, but there are not many people who know the Hall of Yama.

The reason why such a deformed institution like the Eighty-Three Bureau exists is entirely because it has a big backer behind it.

The big backer of the Eighty-Three Game is the Tongque Platform, but the Hall of Yama does not seem to belong to the Tongque Platform.

All the great people who have entered the Hall of Yama and then left, want to do their whole life, is to pull the Hall of Yama into the roots, but the Hall of Yama still exists until now.

The day after being sent to the Hall of Yama, Long Qi was lifted out again. This time, he was fixed on a steel wall that was one meter thick.

The hands were stretched out and the legs were spread apart, showing a large character, which was firmly sucked on the wall by the titanium alloy torture instrument, and could not move at all.

This titanium alloy torture instrument has extremely powerful electromagnetic suction power and can easily lift a large truck of 20 to 30 tons, so there is no worry at all that Long Qi can break free.

Meng Po stood in front, Niu Tou and Horse Face stood in back, Meng Po looked at Long Qi with a smile on her face:

"What a good guy, this figure, this muscle, this bone, this skeleton, it's simply perfect. I have been around for about twenty years and have never cooked such a good guy. Niuta, go and put three bowls of blood for him. Let's try it out."

Niuta immediately agreed and took out a sharp knives from his body. The sharp knives were less than ten centimeters and shone with a cold light.

Ma Noodle took three bowls and happily came up.

Long Qi smiled bitterly.

Damn, I finally saw the three old monsters of the Yama Palace.

He was not afraid of being tortured, but he was bleeding as soon as he came. This kind of thing made him feel a little nervous.

The bull's sharp knife did not cut Long Qi's wrist, but stabbed into his thigh with one knife.

This knife was close to the artery at the base of the thigh and almost injured an important part by mistake.

A chill suddenly ejaculated from Long Qi's whole body.

He looked at the two old monsters in horror and almost couldn't help but curse.

After the knife, it was like turning on the faucet, and three large bowls of hot blood were quickly filled.

Meng Po hurriedly grabbed a bowl and started drinking it in a big gulp.

"ah!"

Drinking it in one sip, Meng Po opened her bloody mouth, and her teeth were also sticky, looking extremely cunning.

The cowhead and horse face also drank a large bowl of blood in their hands, and their eyes turned into a miserable green one, staring at Long Qi.

Long Qi was stuttering and said stammeringly:

"Three old guys, what do you... want to do? Block the faucet!"

Meng Po laughed strangely, her voice was like a night owl:

"Go and prepare the barbecue rack. Let's have a good meal tonight!"

Niu Tou took out a black pill from his body, then pinched it and wiped it randomly on Long Qi's thigh. The blood-filled wound was blocked magically.

The feeling of itching all over his body made Long Qi's face tremble.

In an instant, a trace of granulation quickly grew out of the wound. In less than a minute, the wound healed.

Long Qi was dumbfounded.

Damn!

What kind of magic pill is this?

You must get it before you leave!

etc!

What are these three old monsters doing?

Barbecue?

I'll fuck!

Long Qi almost all his souls emerged.

I just filmed Lin Zicong’s body was covered in fat. Now the feng shui is changing. Is it my turn so soon?

Damn, three immortals, are you trying to torture me with means?

What is this?

I became a dish myself.

It's bloodletting and barbecue.

Grilled whole lamb?

Long Qi has to accept it.

He swung the Taoist practice and the ghost hand left these three old monsters a thousand miles away.

People don’t come up and ask you harshly, don’t torture you, and even treat you as human.

This is the real awesome master.

"Wait! Wait!"

Long Qi could no longer mess with him and suddenly opened his mouth and shouted:

"Three old...sen! Why do you... make things difficult for me, a junior?"

Meng Po grinned, and her skinny face looked like a skull:

"Good boy, your body is so fleshy, but it's a big boost. Don't talk. Let the old woman have a good meal first. Don't worry, the old woman will definitely not make you feel very painful. Look, is this knife very fast?"

Meng Po smiled strangely and took out a shiny knife from her body.

Long Qi's eyes suddenly shrank to the size of a needle point.

It was a knife that was only about fifteen centimeters even.

The blade exudes a soft light like jade, and the blade body is so thin that it is almost transparent.

The handle of the knife seems to be connected to the blade body, and it is made of a white jade material, as if this knife will fall to the ground and will be smashed into powder.

Long Qi's heart twitched suddenly.

He's seen this knife.

This ice skate has a very appropriate name.
Chapter completed!