Chapter 144 Framed

A powerful spiritual force surged out of the magic banner, like an invisible net, enveloping Qin Zigu and Pan Yuelian.

Under the power of the White Bone Demon Banner, the couple instantly lost their minds, as if they had lost their minds.

Their eyes became somewhat empty, and their bodies lost control, allowing Qingchen to manipulate them.

Seeing this, Qingchen grinned and directly summoned the Green Bamboo Boat.

Then, he sealed the mana and consciousness of Qin Zigu and Pan Yuelian, and then threw them into the Green Bamboo Boat without hesitation.

With a low shout from Qingchen, the Green Bamboo Boat instantly soared into the air, turned into a stream of green light, and disappeared.

The Green Bamboo Boat quickly disappeared in the night sky, leaving only a faint smell of blood.

Qingchen sat in the Green Bamboo Boat, feeling full of pleasure.

He knew that although his adventure was a little dangerous, the gains were also huge.

Not only did he get the flesh and bones of those monks, but he also solved some troubles. By the way, it can also relieve some anger, not bad.

Qingchen decided to find a place to practice first, and then make plans.

He took out the Wanli Sound Transmission Note and quickly sent a sound transmission to Su Zixuan:

"Zixuan, go to Island No. 2 quickly, we will meet there."

The "Island No. 2" mentioned by Qingchen is one of the escape points he carefully selected some time ago.

Most of these islands are located nearly a thousand miles away from Xuanyue Island, which is neither too far nor too close.

Moreover, the spiritual energy of these islands is thin, and the place is small, only one or two miles in radius.

Qingchen has already opened up a cave for cultivation 20 to 30 feet underground in case of emergency.

Qingchen did not hesitate to spend a lot of spiritual stones to urge the Qingzhu Boat to fly at full speed. Two hours later, he finally arrived at "Island No. 2".

The Qingzhu Boat slowly landed, and after confirming that there was no abnormality, Qingchen jumped out of the boat and walked into the island.

Coming to a big rock, Qingchen took out a token from his arms and waved it gently.

The surface of the big stone flashed with light, and several array patterns emerged, and then slowly opened, revealing a passage leading to the underground.

Qingchen walked in without hesitation.

The passage was not long, and soon Qingchen came to his own cave for cultivation.

The cave was simply and practically decorated. Qingchen walked to a stone table and sat down, and began to regulate his breath to restore his mana.

Not long after, Su Zixuan also rushed to the second island.

After she entered the cave through the array, she saw Qingchen sitting at the stone table at a glance.

She walked up quickly and asked with concern:

"Sir, I'm glad you're back safely. What should we do next?"

Qingchen opened his eyes slightly, looked at Su Zixuan and said:

"Zixuan, thank you for your hard work. What we have to do next is to interrogate these two people."

As he said that, he pointed to Qin Zigu and Pan Yuelian who were unconscious on the ground.

Su Zixuan immediately understood what Qingchen meant when he heard it.

She nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir. I will take them to the interrogation room."

Qingchen stood up, walked to Qin Zigu and Pan Yuelian, and checked their seals.

After confirming that everything was correct, he said to Su Zixuan:

"Remember, be careful and don't give them the chance to commit suicide or escape."

In the dim and cold interrogation room, only two or three night pearls emitted a faint light, illuminating the surroundings.

The air was filled with a breath of oppression and fear, which made people shudder.

Qin Zigu was hung firmly on the iron frame, and his limbs were tightly bound by special iron chains, unable to move at all.

Pan Yuelian's hands were tied behind her back, and a rag was stuffed in her mouth. She rubbed the ground and tried to move out.

But the sound of the shaking iron chain made Pan Yuelian feel desperate. Before she moved far, Pan Yuelian was strangled by the iron ring and couldn't breathe.

They were pale, and their eyes were full of fear and despair.

Qingchen sat in the center of the interrogation room, staring at Qin Zigu and Pan Yuelian with cold eyes.

He was dressed in black, with an upright figure and a strong aura. There was no expression on his face, as if he was a cold statue.

"Brother Qin, how are you?" Qingchen's voice was cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.

The moment Qin Zigu saw Qingchen, his face became even paler.

He recognized Qingchen, and even felt the aura of Qingchen that was close to the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Qin Zigu knew that he was probably doomed this time.

"Qingchen... Brother Qingchen... No, Qingchen ancestors!... Spare my life! Just treat me as a fart and let me go!"

Qin Zigu's voice trembled, and tears and snot all slid down his cheeks.

Qingchen ignored Qin Zigu's pleas for mercy. He walked up to Qin Zigu and stared at him with a knife-like gaze:

"You useless thing, you'd better answer my questions obediently."

Qin Zigu's body trembled, and he nodded quickly: "Yes... yes... Master Qing, I will tell you whatever you ask."

Qingchen nodded slightly and asked: "I ask you, did Mo Qiuxian participate in the betrayal of Ningxuan Sect?"

Qin Zigu's face showed a trace of confusion when he heard it: "Mo Qiuxian? How is it possible! Master Qing, are you mistaken?"

Qingchen's eyes turned cold in an instant. He didn't expect Qin Zigu to be so ignorant.

"Shameless bitch?!"

He waved his hand violently, and the torture instruments in the interrogation room were activated instantly.

On the wall, sharp iron spikes were seen, each of which flashed with cold light, as if it would pierce Qin Zigu's body at any time.

Qingchen pinched the magic, and the water flowed into Qin Zigu's throat and nose little by little.

"Ah!... No! Spare my life!"

Qin Zigu screamed inarticulately, and his body trembled violently.

The iron spikes pierced his skin, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

Qingchen urged the iron spikes to stab Qin Zigu's parts randomly, intending to cripple him.

After a lot of tossing, Qin Zigu's crotch was hot.

Qin Zigu hadn't reacted to the punishment yet, and it was like a floodgate was opened, dripping down his legs, and quickly gathered into a pool of glaring liquid under his feet.

The smell of urine permeated the air, making the whole scene even more disgusting and unbearable.

Qingchen was also stunned for a moment, and then saw Qin Zigu burst into tears.

The huge sense of shame was like a heavy hammer, hitting Qin Zigu's heart hard.

Qin Zigu's eyes turned red instantly, as if they were about to bleed.

He couldn't lift his head, and could only cry in repressed voice.

Qin Zigu's whole body was shaking like a sieve, his hands hung weakly on both sides of his body, his fingers kept shaking, as if he wanted to grab something to relieve the pain at the moment, but he couldn't grab anything.