Jiang Zhongming burst into tears when he saw his granddaughter being forced and tortured. He struggled to get away, but he was as powerless as an ant.

He could only shout in a hoarse voice: "Beast! Let me go! Come at me if you dare!"

"Xiao Wan, ignore him! Just let Grandpa die!"

Jiang Feng glanced at him with disdain, swung his hand fiercely, and Jiang Zhongming flew out, fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and curled up on the ground in pain.

Jiang Feng didn't care. He activated his spiritual power and the invisible force once again brought him to his feet like a rope.

He put one foot on Jiang Zhongming's chest, looking down at him as if he was stepping on a dying dog.

"Jiang Muwan, when he dies, the next ones will be your parents!"

Jiang Haibo and Feng Hui cried out in despair, wanting to save people, but their bodies were firmly restrained by the chains and they could not get close.

They could only watch Jiang Feng continue to torture their relatives.

"No! No! I'll give you blood and let my grandfather go!"

Jiang Muwan could no longer control her tears and they burst out.

She cried out at the top of her lungs, her voice as shrill as the cry of an owl at night, echoing in the dark cell and making people's hair stand on end.

Despair made her lose all hope of resistance. Her eyes were filled with piercing hatred and piercing despair.

She closed her eyes slightly, and a feeling of despair spread.

She is completely finished!

"Grandpa... I'm sorry... It's my fault... I have implicated you..." Jiang Muwan uttered a few words with difficulty, her voice trembling.

Jiang Feng looked at their desperate and helpless expressions and laughed heartily with satisfaction.

"Jiang Muwan, that's right! Your family has such a deep bond, it's not worth it to let your grandfather lose his life for a little blood!"

As he spoke, he tossed his hand lightly, and the magic weapon in his hand slowly grew larger, suspended in mid-air, emitting a heart-pounding blood-red light.

Jiang Muwan looked at the rising magic weapon, and the instinctive fear in her heart made her tremble uncontrollably.

The magic weapon was blood red all over and had a strange shape, like some ancient sacrificial item. It was carved with intricate patterns, and some hideous patterns could be vaguely seen, as if it was an evil spirit from hell that wanted to devour her soul.

After a moment, the magic weapon slowly floated in front of her, and then the blood-red beam of light pierced into her heart like countless wriggling tentacles.

Intense pain instantly spread throughout her senses.

She could clearly see that those tiny, sharp tentacles pierced her skin like silver needles with barbs, and then turned into jubilant, wriggling tentacles, growing and wriggling wildly in her meridians, flesh and blood.

The increasing pain made her scream miserably.

"what--"

Her body was shaking uncontrollably, as if it was about to be torn into pieces every second.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her pale forehead, soaking her hair.

Her lips trembled and soon she could not make any sound. Only painful moans came out of her throat.

All the blood in his body was greedily and madly sucked away by those horrible tentacles.

Her vitality was rapidly fading, her body was growing weaker, and her consciousness was beginning to blur.

But her perception was still extremely clear. The pain tortured her again and again, and her pale and beautiful face was almost deformed by the agony.

She could even hear the sound of her bones breaking as the tentacles wreaked havoc inside her body.

Jiang Zhongming got up from the ground panting, tears streaming down his face, blaming himself: "It's all my fault, Xiaowan, it's all Grandpa who hurt you!"

He struggled to get closer to Jiang Muwan, but was tightly bound by chains and could only watch his granddaughter suffer such inhuman torture.

Jiang Haibo and Feng Hui also cried out in despair. They struggled desperately, trying to save their daughter, but they were also bound by chains and unable to get close. They could only watch.

Every minute and every second is so hard...

"You beast! You will not die well! You will get your retribution!" Jiang Haibo roared at the top of his lungs, with flames of hatred rising in his eyes.

Feng Hui hugged Jiang Haibo tightly, crying silently, and was on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Feng turned a deaf ear to their cries and curses. With a perverted excitement on his face, he enjoyed the pleasure of tormenting others.

He looked at Jiang Muwan's painful expression, and his heart was filled with inexplicable excitement and satisfaction.

"Scream, keep screaming! Your screams are so beautiful!" Jiang Feng said with a sinister smile, which was particularly ferocious in this dim dungeon.

Jiang Muwan's screams became weaker and weaker, and her body became weaker and weaker.

At this moment, the door of the basement opened again, and Jiang Yunyan walked in with elegant steps. She had a cruel smile on her face, looking down at the four people being tortured, and said in a cold tone: "Jiang Muwan, aren't you very proud? How did you become like this now? You deserve it!"

Streams of blood gathered in the center of the magic weapon, like a mysterious porcelain bottle.

Only when the bright red blood filled the container did Jiang Feng raise his hand and take the magic weapon back.

Jiang Muwan, who had just recovered some strength, looked indifferently at Jiang Yunyan who was approaching, and used all her strength to spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Yunyan was caught off guard and was immediately stained with blood.

Her face was gloomy and her expression was almost distorted.

Almost without hesitation, she walked up to Jiang Muwan, raised her hand, and slapped Jiang Muwan hard.

A bright red palm print suddenly appeared on Jiang Muwan's paper-pale face.

Jiang Yunyan grabbed her hair again and slammed her against the wall, making a dull sound.

"Bitch! Who do you think you are? You're just a toy that we can play with as we please! How dare you be so arrogant to me!" Jiang Yunyan cursed viciously, as if she wanted to vent all her resentment.

Jiang Muwan's breath was almost non-existent, and she stopped only when both the brother and sister were tired.

Jiang Feng looked at the magic weapon in his hand with a smile and urged: "Little sister, you should go back to practice. Father said that you can't kill this blood slave!"

Jiang Yuyan's distorted and ferocious face regained some composure.

She nodded slightly, took out a small dagger, and stabbed Jiang Muwan's body with it, leaving two deep blood marks.

The cold warning sounded again: "Bitch, I don't believe I can't teach you the rules! Humph!"

After saying that, the two siblings walked out of the dungeon together.

The dungeon fell silent again, with only the faint moans and cries of Jiang Muwan's family echoing in the air.

Jiang Haibo choked up, looked at his dying daughter and old father, and said to Feng Hui in despair: "Hui'er, are we...are we going to be trapped here for the rest of our lives?"

With shaking hands, he looked at the solid stone wall at the side in despair, despair rising in his eyes, "Instead of lingering on like this, why not... why not let us be free together..."