Zhan Qisheng looked at the stone room with a look of disgust. It was stinking, filthy and dirty. Although he did not have serious mysophobia, after all, he was the fourth son of the Zhan family who was well-dressed and well-fed. How could he have been to such a place
However, Zhan Qisheng thought of Li Chengfeng, who had made him suffer big losses several times in a row, and the hatred in his heart steamed up, making him forget the strong stench for a moment.
Zhan Qisheng stepped into the stone room. His thick-soled deerskin boots made a sticky squeaking sound on the ground, which was very permeable. He came to Uncle Kun and wanted to reach out to lift his chin. But he took out a handkerchief from his clothes and wrapped it in his hand, then raised Uncle Kun's chin. He tried to look pleasant and said softly: "Old man, what is your name?"
Uncle Kun opened his eyes slightly. His eyes were cloudy, with almost no sparkle. He spoke slowly, his voice was as hoarse as rough iron sharpened on sandpaper, and it completely lost the loudness it once had: "My surname is Li and my name is Kun. , called Li Kun."
Zhan Qisheng smiled slightly and said: "No, your surname is Shen and your first name is Kun. Your name is Shen Kun."
Uncle Kun seemed not to have heard, he said: "Old slave, my surname is Li, my last name is Kun, my name is Li Kun."
Zhan Qisheng frowned slightly, and then said: "You wish to be a descendant of the Shen family in Shanyuan County. The Shen family fell into ruin after being involved in the silver case. You followed your family and fled to Qingzhou. After meeting the Li family, you were bought into the mansion. A servant, yes or no?"
Zhan Qisheng spent money to buy these information from Zangxiu Pavilion, where the best information and spies of the Lingshan Sect were available.
Uncle Kun still repeated: "Old slave, my surname is Li, my first name is Kun, my name is Li Kun."
Zhan Qisheng was furious. He was not a patient person to begin with. At this time, he grabbed Uncle Kun's chin with force and said angrily: "I'll say it one last time! Your surname is Shen! Not Li! Besides, your Shen family There are still descendants left in the world, don’t you want to meet them?”
Uncle Kun reluctantly raised his eyes. His dim yellow eyes looked like a weathered rough stone in the dim candlelight of the stone room: "Old slave... In this world, there are only relatives like the Li family, and no other relatives!"
Zhan Qisheng was furious and raised his hand to fight, but Uncle Kun raised his head slightly, with an expression as if a humble life in the dust was fighting against a superior creature with stubbornness and perseverance.
Sun Boyi sighed: "Junior Brother Zhan, it's useless. This old guy has very hard bones. He has already used all the methods he can. If he does it again, he will probably die."
Zhan Qisheng stared at Uncle Kun. He nodded slightly and said, "I respect you for being loyal to your master and a loyal servant! But I tell you..." As he said that, he took out a small porcelain jar from his arms. He opened the small porcelain jar and said, "We are the Zhan family! There is no one in the Zhan family that cannot be defeated, and there is no one that cannot be pried open!"
Uncle Kun looked sideways at Zhan Qi Sheng, still saying nothing.
Zhan Qisheng placed the small porcelain jar in front of Uncle Kun and let him look at it. Inside the small porcelain jar was crawling a small green centipede-like insect, but it didn't have so many legs, and its body was segmented one by one. There were only four extremely slender legs in total. He said, "Do you know them?"
Uncle Kun shook his head, but there was still no light in his eyes.
Zhan Qisheng said: "This is called a soul-eating worm!" He stretched out a finger, tapped on the top of Uncle Kun's head, and said: "After a while, it will open a hole in you, and then get into your body." Go into your brain and slowly, slowly secrete venom, corroding your brain and corroding your soul! It won’t take long before you become a walking zombie. Whatever I ask you to do, you will do it. What, you will say whatever I ask you to say!"
Uncle Kun lowered his eyes slightly, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was afraid.
Zhan Qisheng licked his lips excitedly: "At that time, the soul in your body will disappear, and you will never be reincarnated! You will become my puppet forever! Do you want to be like this?"
After a while, Uncle Kun raised his eyes and said slowly: "Have you ever had a child?"
Zhan Qisheng said angrily: "Don't you think so?"
Uncle Kun smiled, his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "Yes, the old slave has no children. But... Master Chengfeng was raised by the old slave, and he is the child of the old slave!"
Zhan Qisheng was so furious that he poured the small porcelain jar in his hand onto Uncle Kun's head. Green soul-eating insects landed on his head, and soon the soul-eating insects bit towards Uncle Kun's scalp. .
Uncle Kun couldn't help but let out a low scream. His breathing became rapid, and his eyes gradually glowed with light. He began to speak faster and muttered to himself: "I still remember that Master Chengfeng was young. When he was young, he was different from ordinary people. He didn't like riding horses and playing games like ordinary children. He would always climb to the eaves and then... pee outside the house... "
Uncle Kun laughed out loud, and his face began to appear slightly distorted. The Soul-eating Insect on top of his head tore a hole in his head, and then it desperately drilled in, and half of his body had already penetrated.
Uncle Kun continued: "Master, Master Chengfeng was very sensible when he was young, but he peed his pants once, and when he got up the next day, he hid the wet mattress on the old slave's bed. It was said that the old slave peed on the bed... Haha, this young master is really naughty."
Uncle Kun murmured, as if he wanted to tell all the most precious things in his memory, because he knew that soon these things would no longer belong to him.
"When Master Chengfeng celebrated his sixth birthday, the whole family was celebrating his birthday, but he secretly made a pair of crutches for the old slave. The old slave used this pair of crutches for thirteen years. Thirteen years! What a day! It goes by so fast!”
"When Master Chengfeng was ten years old, he just arrived in Cheng'an. The old slave was bullied by the Haisha Gang. He took Xiaobao to the Haisha Gang and punished those people. When he came back, the young master His arms were all broken. That... was all because the old slave was useless."
As Uncle Kun spoke, tears fell from his eyes, but a terrifying white color began to appear in his eyes. All the soul-eating insects on his head had penetrated, and his whole body began to tremble violently, and there was a wave of pain in his throat. Make a ho ho ho sound.
Zhan Qisheng said in a ferocious voice: "Say it, keep saying it, if you don't say it, you will never have the chance to say it again!"
Uncle Kun struggled to raise his head. His eyes were out of focus, but he still tried to stare ahead, as if looking for Zhan Qisheng: "You, you, your... what's your name?"
Zhan Qisheng said with a sinister smile: "Zhan family, Zhan Qisheng! Remember, this name will be your master from now on! You will betray your most beloved master with your own hands, and you will kill with your own hands Li Li who you brought up since childhood. Ride the wind!”
Uncle Kun struggled, the muscles on his face kept twitching. He forced a terrible smile, and said intermittently and with great difficulty: "War, fight... Young Master Zhan, you, you, you, you said you were fighting, Zhan Zhan's family didn't The enemy is invincible. Old, old, old, old slave, I also want to tell you, I, I, I, we, the Li family, do not have servants who sell out to the master!"
"you wanna die!!!"
Zhan Qisheng's fury reached the extreme, and he slapped Uncle Kun on the head. At this moment, a smile of calmness and relief appeared on Uncle Kun's face.
Sun Boyi was shocked and quickly reached out to stop Zhan Qisheng: "Junior Brother Zhan, calm down, he deliberately provoked you to kill him!"
Zhan Qisheng calmed down a little at this time. He stared at Uncle Kun who was shaking violently, gritted his teeth and said with a cruel smile: "I want to see how long you can hold on!"
Sun Boyi asked hesitantly: "How long can he last at most?"
Zhan Qisheng snorted and said, "The strongest-willed warrior in our Zhan family can only hold on for ten days! Just this old man, if he can hold on for three days, he will be a living god!"
Sun Boyi stared at Uncle Kun with a strange light in his eyes: "In other words, in three days, I will have evidence to prove to my uncles that my brother was harmed by the Li family!!"