#371 - Chapter 371: Punishment - Rebirth starts with many children and good fortune

Carrying the small body of Huang Ping, Cheng Feng's eyes were full of indifference.

This Huang Ping, thinking he had everything under control, didn't know that Cheng Feng was already seething with rage.

From the moment his home was raided and his servants were killed, the anger in Cheng Feng's heart burned fiercely. He no longer maintained a low profile.

Since the enemy had already come to his doorstep, there was no need to talk about reasons.

Fight if you disagree; this was Cheng Feng's only belief at this moment.

Looking at Huang Ping, who was being held in his hand, a cold smile appeared on Cheng Feng's lips.

He found ropes and first tied each of Huang Ping's hands with one, then tied his feet as well.

Then, Cheng Feng continued the ropes, suspending Huang Ping's body in the air, leaving him with no leverage.

Huang Ping struggled in terror, but under Cheng Feng's control, his struggles seemed so weak.

Cheng Feng looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his heart.

"You thought you could control everything? Now, you can stay here and experience despair properly," Cheng Feng's voice was as cold as ice, making Huang Ping shudder.

Huang Ping was suspended in the air, his face pale. He had never thought that he would fall into such a situation; the Cheng Feng before him seemed to have turned into a demon.

"Don't, if you dare treat me like this, the Red Lotus Sect will not let you go!" Huang Ping threatened, his voice fierce but his heart timid.

"Once my Red Lotus army arrives, you will all be reduced to ashes!"

Cheng Feng's face remained unmoved. "Red Lotus Sect? If they dare to come, I'll deal with them all. Do you think I'm afraid?"

Cheng Feng's words were full of confidence and domineering spirit.

Since he had already reached this point, there was no turning back.

He had to let Huang Ping know that he, Cheng Feng, was not to be trifled with.

In the dungeon, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Cheng Feng looked expressionlessly at Huang Ping, who was like prey before him.

The light of the knife danced in his hand, and Huang Ping's clothes were instantly cut into even more tattered pieces.

That thin body was now even more miserable, with blood constantly gushing out.

Cheng Feng remained unmoved, calmly picked up a bottle of honey, and slowly poured it on Huang Ping's bloody flesh.

Of course, Cheng Feng only sprinkled half of it; for the other part of the wounds, Cheng Feng directly applied salt.

The intense reaction from the wounds caused Huang Ping to let out a miserable scream, the sound echoing in the dungeon, making people's hair stand on end.

However, Cheng Feng seemed not to have heard it. Then, he evenly scattered a nest of ants on Huang Ping's wounds.

Attracted by the sweetness of the honey, the ants immediately began to crawl and bite on Huang Ping's wounds.

Numb!

Itch!

Pain!

Huang Ping's screams became even more miserable, and his body twisted constantly, trying to get rid of this endless pain, but bound tightly by the ropes, he couldn't break free at all.

Cheng Feng looked coldly at Huang Ping's painful struggles, without a trace of pity in his heart.

For this kind of cruel enemy, mercy was cruelty to himself.

Since Huang Ping dared to bring people to his home and kill his servants, then he had to bear the punishment he deserved.

Huang Ping constantly cursed Cheng Feng in pain, but his voice became weaker and weaker. He had never thought that he would suffer such cruel torture, and his heart was filled with fear.

And Liu Zheng, the man in black watching the scene before him, had pupils that were greatly dilated.

So, there were such tortures in this world!

There was such a person!

Outside the dungeon, those Hongmen disciples who heard Huang Ping's screams were also terrified.

They didn't know what Cheng Feng had done to Huang Ping, but the miserable screams made them shudder.

But they were even more fortunate that this was their sect leader.

In the painful torture, Huang Ping's consciousness gradually blurred.

The hatred in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and he vowed to make Cheng Feng pay a heavy price.

But the sensation on his body made him feel like he was dying.

Seeing the ants speeding up under the lure of honey,

When his body was about to be eaten out of a big hole,

Huang Ping shouted: "Kill me, kill me, kill me... Ah..."

Cheng Feng didn't show any emotion, but looked at Liu Zheng, the man in black next to him.

This was the first group of people sent by the other party, and their strength was still average for Cheng Feng.

But at least they were people who could be sent to kill Cheng Feng, so they couldn't know nothing.

Seeing Cheng Feng's gaze looking towards him,

What Red Lotus Sect, what doctrines, what integrity,

Liu Zheng completely abandoned them.

Just now, this envoy Huang Ping wanted to kill him.

In this situation, it was already not easy to ask for a quick death.

Liu Zheng trembled and said: "Master, I don't know much. I'll say whatever you want to know, just asking for a quick death."

Cheng Feng looked at Liu Zheng, who actually had such courage, and also slightly looked at the other party squarely.

Originally, he was going to use torture first, but it seemed that the trick of killing a chicken to scare the monkey worked quite well.

"Okay, your attitude is much better than the one next to you. Come, let's go next door and chat."

Huang Ping, who was being tortured in the air, roared wildly in his heart: "You didn't even ask me! I can too!"

He was still preparing to be tough, but seeing Cheng Feng directly take people away,

Under the double blow of body and heart, he even had self-doubt: "Is my weight so light now?"

But the ant bites on his body quickly brought him back to his senses.

"I must, I must escape."

In another cell, there were complete tables and chairs, and Cheng Feng also asked the disciples outside to bring in two cups of tea.

"Come, have some tea to calm your nerves. Actually, I'm a very good person."

Looking at Cheng Feng's indifferent words, Liu Zheng's hanging heart finally died.

To be able to say such words, without exception, they were thick-skinned people.

But fortunately, he didn't have to endure torture before death, which was okay.

Looking at the tea that Cheng Feng brought to his mouth, Liu Zheng, whose limbs were dislocated, had completely let go.

At this time, who cared if there was poison in it?

If there was poison, it would just allow him to end everything.

"What does Master want to ask?"

Cheng Feng smiled and said: "Just say everything you know."

For dead people, Cheng Feng had plenty of patience.

After all, if you can actively confess before death, can't you give a cup of tea?

Liu Zheng slowly raised his head, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

He looked at Cheng Feng, whose expressionless face now seemed a little gloomy in the dim cell.

The tea on the table steamed with heat, and the faint tea fragrance wafted in the air, but it couldn't cover the musty smell and coldness in the cell.

"Master, do you really think that a cup of tea can make people speak?" Liu Zheng's voice was hoarse, with a hint of self-deprecation and a hint of longing.

Cheng Feng smiled, unhurriedly picked up the teacup, gently blew on the heat, and then took a small sip.

"You are a smart man.

I have always firmly believed that nothing can be asked without torture.

Some things have been destined from the moment you started attacking me.

I'm just passively fighting back.

Don't be ungrateful, isn't the next sentence what I want to hear,

The remaining torture instruments will let you taste it."

Liu Zheng smiled bitterly. He knew that he had no choice.

He took a deep breath, and then began to tell everything he knew.

From his words, Cheng Feng learned a lot of basic information about the Red Lotus Sect organization structure,

And a secret that might change the whole situation.

Cheng Feng listened, the slight coldness on his face never disappeared.