2956: C2956 Torture(3)

C2956 Torture(3)

The middle-aged monk was not trying to escape with his disciple. He was trying to use his only remaining disciple to open up a path for him. The young monk who had run out first would definitely be the first to catch Shang Yun's attention. Then, after Shang Yun had caught up with him, the middle-aged monk would be able to buy himself more time to escape.

After the young monk had run away, he only realized that he had been deceived by his master the moment Shang Yun rushed towards him. Frightened, disappointed, and angry, he did not intend to leave his heartless master a way out, so he shouted in the direction of the middle-aged monk's escape.

"Master, run! Don't let him catch up with you!"

The young monk's shout reminded Shang Yun who had caught up to him. However, Shang Yun was not in a hurry. First, he grabbed the young monk by the collar. The young monk wanted to struggle, but he did not expect the suppression of the other party's Spirit Power to be so terrifying. He was suppressed by the young man in front of him to the point that he couldn't even move. He could only let the other party grab the back of his neck and lift him up.

Then Shang Yun turned his head to look at the middle-aged monk, who had already run away, and a confident smile appeared on his face. Then his face darkened, and he chased after the middle-aged monk like a storm. The young monk, who was still in his arms, felt like a small boat drifting in a stormy sea, teetering on the brink of collapse, about to sink to the bottom of the sea and never see the light of day again.

Yes, both master and disciple had underestimated Shang Yun's abilities. The middle-aged monk had thought that by letting his little disciple lure Shang Yun away, he would be able to escape successfully. The young monk had thought that Shang Yun would not be able to catch his heartless master, but in a matter of minutes, he and his heartless master had been thrown to the ground in front of the tavern by Shang Yun. In front of them was the young monk who had just died.

"Ah..."

The young monk suddenly saw his brothers' dead bodies in front of him. He used his hands and feet to step back in fear, trying to stay away from the horrible dead body.

The middle-aged monk was older and more experienced, so he was not frightened to death. But he turned his eyes away from his disciple's body.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but regret. If he had known it earlier, he wouldn't have run away. He might have died later than he did now. He had underestimated the young man in front of him and his terrifying strength. It was too easy for this young man to capture them.

"I... I was wrong, I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have set my eyes on them, I won't, I won't, I'll go around them when I see them, please, please don't kill me."

The middle-aged monk finally gave in. He knelt in front of Shang Yun and begged him to spare his life.

"Oh?"

Hearing the words of the middle-aged monk, Shang Yun's eyebrows shot up and he revealed a wicked and beautiful smile.

"Next time, take a detour? What about this time? How do we calculate it? It is hard for me to calm down when I am angry. If I don't do something, I won't be able to. Since you are begging me not to kill you, just tell me how I am going to punish you! "

Shang Yun sneered.

"How are you going to punish us?"

When the middle-aged monk heard Shang Yun's words, it was obvious that he did not react. He lowered his head and thought for a moment.

"You... Why don't you give us a good beating? And, great god, my disciple is tough. You can hit him as you wish. As long as you can vent your anger, you can beat us up however you want. As long as you don't kill us..."

The middle-aged monk was nearly scared to tears.

"Master, you... you are so afraid of death. I have been calling you master for three years. You are so unreliable!"

The young monk was furious when he heard that his master pushed him out to save his life. He was going to grab the middle-aged monk's collar and beat him up.

"You... You are a couple, yet you are still like birds in the forest. When the disaster came, you flew away. You... Who do you think you are? You are just one of my disciples. I am doing this because I want to live. That is reasonable.] It is a matter of life and death. Let's see who can do it! "

The middle-aged monk had become quite calm at the moment. He even started to argue with his disciple.

"Shut up!"

Shang Yun felt a headache from the quarrel. He immediately shouted at the two of them.

"If you continue to argue, I will get rid of you immediately!"

His words made the two monks immediately stop talking. They were so scared that they trembled and looked at the young man in front of them with tears in their eyes.

"Shang Yun, you have already killed one man. Even if you have to kill one to warn the others, you have achieved your goal. You can't kill anymore. Let the patrol team take care of the other two!"

Looking at the two monks in front of her, Yuan Yue suddenly felt that the two of them shouldn't have died just like that. It wasn't that she couldn't bear it, but she just felt that it wasn't right to do so.

Hearing Yuan Yue's words, Shang Yun turned her head and looked down at Yuan Yue, who was slightly shorter than her. Seeing the stubbornness on her face, Shang Yun couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart.1

But Yuan Yue seemed not to want to have any physical contact with him. She took a small step back and stared at Shang Yun warily.

Stimulated by this small step, Shang Yun's heart suddenly burst into an inextinguishable flame. For some reason, his mind flashed back to the night before when he stood in the courtyard of the Fang Residence and looked at the two intimate figures reflected in the candlelight in Faang Cheng's room. The fire in his heart instantly spread with a bang.

Shang Yun's face quickly darkened. Then, he turned his head and no longer looked at Yuan Yue. Instead, he looked at the two monks kneeling in front of him.

"Since the two of you don't want to die, you should at least put in some effort!"

His voice was so hollow that it sounded like it came from hell.

"Work hard? Okay, we are willing to work hard. What do you need us to do?"

The middle-aged monk hurriedly nodded and agreed. Although he did not know what the other party wanted him to do, as long as there was a chance to live, he would fight for it.

The content was from [Mi Gu Reading]

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