Author: Borrowing an umbrella on rainy day

Wang Bing looked frightened, he didn't know what was wrong with him now.

He found that he couldn't even shout out his grandfather.

If you want to write with your hands, there is an invisible restriction on your hands.

Can't write it out at all.

"Where did the beggar come from? He still has shit on his hands. He is so disgusting. Let's go."

A couple happened to pass by and hurriedly walked to the side of the road, pinched their noses and said.

"What the hell are you saying, believe it or not, I will kill you! A stinky bitch!"

The words of passers-by completely ignited Wang Bing's emotions.

“There’s there!”

On the highway not far away, a car suddenly stopped and a head suddenly popped out.

Pointing at Wang Bing.

The next moment, a few Wang family strangers got out of the car.

"I'm here, I'm here!"

Wang Bing also discovered that those people had the logo of the Wang family.

He quickly waved his hand excitedly.

Wang Bing's face showed a look of joy, viciousness, and so on.

What’s so happy is that no matter who plots against him, he just needs to find his grandfather.

From childhood to adulthood.

He wanted to take revenge and torture him into such a person. He had already thought in his mind how to make that person worse than death!

Several big men in black came up and grabbed Wang Bing's collar.

Press it on the ground.

No chance to react at all.

Then there is punching and kicking.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

Wang Bing held his head and shouted, with confusion and panic in his eyes.

He wanted to scold Wang Bing's tone, but he couldn't say it, so he could only beg for mercy with such humble words.

This body has never been used to restrain the spirit and generals, so he can't use it at all.

Wang Bing, who was spoiled by his grandfather since childhood, has not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

In the eyes of others, he is not the king, but the missing guard of the Wang family.

To put it bluntly, it is a dog from the Wang family.

Wang Bing's death may also be related to him.

"Okay, save his life and take it back and let the head of the family interrogate."

It seemed almost done, a big man in the lead spoke out.

Soon, Wang Ging, whose head was bleeding, was dragged into the car by these strange people from the Wang family.

...

"Bang"

Wang Geng was thrown into the dungeon of the Wang family.

Before Wang Geng could react, he was raised up again and tied to the torture instrument.

Wang Bing's mouth opened slightly, his eyes terrified.

He knew where this was, so he could not know more.

In the past, those who he was unhappy in watching and those who wanted to kill were all here and were tortured to death by him.

He likes to hear the screams of those people before they die.

But when these torture instruments were about to be used on him, he could only be afraid.

Endless fear, because the scenes that broke through the flesh and blood immediately fell on him.

"No, no, please let me go."

"If I let me go, I can give you a lot of money, a lot of money..."

Wang Bing began to cry.

A yellow liquid flowed out from below.

Wang Ai walked into the cell with a gloomy face.

"Say, who instructed you to do this!"

Wang Ai's tone was so stern. He had already agreed that Wang Bing's death had nothing to do with this guard.

Some time ago, the Wang family reported that there was a dragon talisman.

Wang Ai knew that someone had already set his sights on the Wang family in secret.

But he never knew who it was.

Others among the Ten Guys are possible, and there are other alien forces, and the scope is too large, so Wang Ai is hard to guess.

"I don't know, I don't know anything, please let me go."

There was still a glimmer of hope in Wang Bing's eyes.

He hoped that his grandfather would recognize him.

"Pry open his mouth for me!"

The Wang family around them immediately understood it.

He picked up the soldering iron that had been burned red for a long time and sold it to Wang Bing's body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The pungent burnt smell, accompanied by a shrill scream, echoed in the dungeon.

Then, the whip followed it.

He kept beating Wang Bing's body.

"I'm a mud horse..."

Wang Bing started to curse.

There were grievances, anger, resentment, and Wang Ai didn't recognize him.

And torture him like this.

He was just scolding Wang Ai.

Call this stupid grandfather.

And Wang Ai left without looking back.

This torture lasts until late at night.

Wang Bing no longer has the strength to shout again.

His voice had long been hoarse.

The body was covered in blood and the smell of burnt.

If it were an ordinary person, this kind of injury would have been dead long ago.

But the alien has a relatively strong physique and has only lost half of his life.

"Don't you say it! Grass mud horse, you dare to look at me with such a look, and continue to beat me!"

A strange man from the Wang family cursed.

Even though Wang Bing has already reacted, why did he arrest him, interrogate him, and torture him?

But he felt that there was only resentment.

Wang Ai didn't turn on the light, so he just stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Some screams came from time to time in my ears.

"Master, this is the person the young master has come into contact with these days."

An alien from the Wang family held a stack of information in both hands and respectfully handed it to Wang Ai.

Wang Ai picked up the materials and flipped them over.
To be continued...