The big man said angrily: "I don't!"

On this iron plate, there are dense formations, like knives and needles, like a hell of fire. You can tell without even looking at it that it is definitely not a good thing.

"Are you going to kneel or not?" Mo Hua said with a straight face.

The big man sneered, "You think I'm stupid...ah——"

Before he could finish his words, Ouyang Feng held him down and kicked him in the knee.

The big man bent his knees and knelt on the iron plate. He howled in pain instantly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was distorted.

Mo Hua didn't know whether he was really in pain or fake, so he asked curiously:

"Does it hurt?"

He really wants to know...

Although this iron plate was designed by him, and the formations on it were painted on it stroke by stroke, the specific effect was not clear from the ink painting.

He just estimated that it would be very painful.

After all, he drew more than one formation on the iron plate, and all of them were formations that were very painful when touched...

There is the Genshan micro-millimeter array. After the array is activated, the spiritual power is as fine as a needle and will pierce into the knee, causing pain;

When there is a Baguakan Water Formation, the spiritual energy will soak into the knees and become bitingly cold;

There is also the Lihuo Formation, where the fire spiritual power will slowly burn, causing burning pain...

These three formations are circulated in sequence, allowing the tortured person to experience the pain of needles piercing the bones, cold water biting the bones, and burning...

It must be uncomfortable anyway...

But Mo Hua had no idea how uncomfortable it was.

He is not stupid, so there is no way he would try it himself.

Now this traitor of Jinmen is still the first person to try the iron plate of "mountain, water and fire".

Mo Hua wanted to know how he felt after using it, so that he could judge whether his design was up to standard and whether the formation needed improvement.

So he asked very sincerely.

But the big man thought that the ink painting was taunting and ridiculing, so he couldn't help but get angry, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and endured the pain of acupuncture, fire, and water torture without saying a word.

"Speak, does it hurt?"

Mo Hua chased him and asked.

The big man finally lost his guard and cursed loudly with a trembling voice: "What the hell..."

Mo Hua immediately took out the Qianjun Stick, stuffed his mouth, and said with a serious face:

"You actually cursed people, your quality is so low..."

The big man's mouth was blocked and he couldn't speak. His eyes widened with anger.

"It seems it still doesn't hurt enough. The power of the formation is still a bit lacking..."

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought:

"It seems that we need to add a few more formations..."

"What formation should I add?"

"Golden needles? Wood poison? Or..."

Murong Caiyun and Ouyang Feng opened their mouths.

The big man's scalp was numb when he heard it, and his eyes were horrified. He thought, how could there be such a sinister, vicious, and crazy little monk in this world?!

Who did he learn this from?

The big man said "woo woo" twice with all his strength.

Mo Hua took the Qianjun Stick away, and the big man gritted his teeth and said, "I said!"

Mo Hua was overjoyed, nodded and said: "Okay." Then the first sentence asked him what he cared about most:

"Does it hurt to kneel on this iron plate?"

The big man was so ashamed and angry that he didn't want to speak.

Murong Caiyun couldn't stand it anymore, touched Mo Hua's shoulder, and whispered: "Ask something else, don't embarrass him..."

Such a big monk was forced to kneel down and asked if it hurt.

It really made people crazy, and it was hard for them to explain to Dao Tingsi and the Xie family.

"oh oh."

Mo Hua thought about it and it was right. Business was more important. As for the feedback on the torture of this iron plate, he would ask someone else later.

Mo Hua felt a little regretful, and his consciousness pulled the formation eye and temporarily closed the formation on the iron plate.

The pain disappeared, and the big man took a deep breath and gradually recovered.

Mo Hua started to ask about business:

"Do you know Boss Jiang?"

After asking, Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and looked into the big man's eyes to confirm whether he was lying or telling lies.

The big man frowned and looked a little confused, "Who is Boss Jiang?"

Mo Hua asked again: "Do you know the vulture?"

The big man's face was pale, "Vulture...I have only heard of...this man is cruel and ruthless, not a good person..."

"You haven't seen him?"

The big man shook his head.

"Have you seen other bald people?"

The big man was confused by the question, "Bald...bald man?"

Mo Hua described it, "It's similar to a vulture, maybe bald, but wearing a wig. The nicknames on the road include 'bald', or 'light', or 'arhat', 'toutuo' and so on."

The sinful practice of words..."

The big man frowned in pain, "Why...are you asking this?"

Mo Hua was unhappy, "Am I asking you, or are you asking me?"

The big man was under pressure, especially the pain caused by the dense formations under his knees that he had just experienced, and said helplessly:

"I kept my name anonymously and spent some time in secret. I heard about some monks who were very famous..."

"For example, 'bald wolf', 'bald dragon', 'kudutuo', 'evil arhat'..."

"But my cultivation is not enough. I only do petty theft and small business, so I have no interaction with them..."

Mo Hua silently wrote down these names and asked again:

"Have you ever kidnapped a monk?"

The big man's pupils shrank, but he shook his head and said:

"I don't dare. This place on the border of Qianxue Prefecture is full of families. I don't have the guts to get into such bad luck and kidnap and sell monks."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at him thoughtfully.

The big man tried to keep his composure, but he obviously felt guilty and looked away slightly.

Mo Hua smiled slightly and did not ask further, but said:

"One last thing, hand over your disguise skills!"

The big man's expression changed, and he argued hard:

"What disguise?"

The ink painting showed displeasure, "Are you pretending to be stupid with me?"

Seeing the stubborn expression on the big man's face, Mo Hua's consciousness moved slightly, and he once again activated the formation on the iron plate to the extreme.

The big man's eyes suddenly widened, his whole body was shaking with pain, and his knees were suffering, but he gritted his teeth and did not let go...

Mo Hua was a little strange, "How can you bear it so much?"

Before he finished speaking, the big man fainted from the pain...

Mo Hua was a little helpless and muttered in his heart:

"I would rather be punished than hand over the 'disguise technique'..."

"It's because the 'Disguise Technique' is too involved, and I can't hand it over even if I die..."

"Is it because my formation on the iron plate is not powerful enough to force the truth out of his mouth?"

It's a pity that I can't use this iron plate myself. I don't know how powerful it is...

Let’s find ways to improve it in the future…
To be continued...