Qin Fang lined up the eighteen Silver Needles one by one, and while he narrated the story behind it, his face wore a calm smile. However, every person present couldn't help but feel the chilling intent emanating from the needles shimmering with silver light…

Even Ling Feng, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless people, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Qin Fang wasn't doing this deliberately, but rather using such language to enhance the atmosphere of the scene. Yet now, no one thought Qin Fang was joking.

Chen Shijie grew even more fearful. The Silver Needles brought him immense pressure, almost causing his psyche to collapse. He didn't know the full extent of the torments of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, but he was convinced that such agony was certainly beyond the endurance of a pampered young master like himself...

"Hehe, cousin, don't be afraid! If Yama's Eighteen Needles are fully unleashed, even the toughest bones cannot withstand ten needles, let alone a soft one like you—I reckon you couldn't even take three… Therefore, I'll be quite measured in my approach. I will allow you to experience the suffering of the Eighteen Levels of Hell without actually taking your life… You see how good I am to you…" Qin Fang said with a grin, which was exasperatingly preposterous.

"Okay, enough talk, let's get ready... Someone get some music going. I'm afraid his screams will be too loud later, and might attract wolves..."

Qin Fang muttered again, and Wang Hui now truly felt like a lackey, immediately burrowing his way in and played some heavy metal music—boisterous enough to drown out Chen Shijie's shrieks.

"Before I start with the needles, I'll give you one to lessen the sensitivity of your nerves. This will reduce your pain, see how considerate I am for you..." Qin Fang said smilingly as he jabbed the needle down. Chen Shijie suddenly felt that while he was previously able to perceive the existence of his body vaguely, now that sensation was dwindling rapidly until he could almost no longer feel his body, and he even lost the ability to speak.

Obviously, this was the reduced nerve sensitivity Qin Fang had mentioned…

However, he didn't have much time to dwell on this because he immediately felt a very distinct prick of pain from his wrist. It wasn't intense, but it nearly made his heart convulse.

"The pain of Yama's Eighteen Needles escalates with each needle. The first needle isn't much, but each subsequent one is more painful than the last... You'll need to bear it!"

Chen Shijie originally wanted to scoff at Qin Fang. Though he couldn't vocalize it, he could do so in his heart. Yet, Qin Fang's words hit him hard.

"The second needle..."

With those words from Qin Fang, the second needle pierced down.

Hiss~~~

This time, the pain was significantly more pronounced than before. It felt as if he had been stung by a venomous bee, not only intensely painful but also causing severe pain around the area of the needle.

"The third needle..."

Qin Fang did not stop, continuing with the needling. This time, the pain surpassed the previous needle's. Chen Shijie felt as though his stomach was turning inside out, as if it had been poked with dozens of holes.

"The fourth needle..."

"The fifth needle..."

With each needle, Qin Fang was unhurried and appeared quite at ease, but Chen Shijie's reactions were markedly different. His rigid body quivered violently, sweat cascaded from his head and body, and his clothes were quickly soaked through with perspiration.

Ah~~

Despite his nerves being numbed to a very low sensitivity and his tongue nearly tied, he couldn't hold back this time and emitted a heart-wrenching howl.

"The sixth needle..."

"The seventh needle..."

Yet Qin Fang continued on, and Chen Shijie continued to endure the agony. His sweat had dried up, and what oozed from his pores was no longer sweat but a mixture of blood and a foul-smelling, dark substance…

But no one paid attention to that anymore. Watching Chen Shijie in his agony, his face and body contorted and ferocious, they had a feeling—if Chen Shijie had the ability to move, he would tear open his own flesh, peel his scalp off; perhaps that would bring him some comfort.

Qin Fang had already restrained his body, and by reducing Chen Shijie's nerve sensitivity, the pain that Chen Shijie endured was actually reduced by countless times.

If Qin Fang had exerted his full effort, Chen Shijie would not have been able to withstand even the first needle.

You should know that the true Yama's Eighteen Needles doesn't start with reducing nerve sensitivity; on the contrary, it greatly increases the body's nerve sensitivity, making every inch of skin, every organ extraordinarily sensitive.

The difference between this increase and decrease is what's truly massive, an immeasurable, terrifying gap...

At that moment, Chen Shijie truly felt as though he was in Hell, tormented by that intense pain. At the beginning, he harbored nothing but boundless hatred for Qin Fang, constantly fantasizing about repaying this agony a hundred, a thousand times over.

However, as Qin Fang's needles fell one by one, this thought gradually became weaker and weaker until, by the fifth needle, he had completely abandoned such ideas, leaving only profound fear...

"Does it really hurt that much?"

Watching Chen Shijie's agonized and ferocious look, almost to the point of madness, Ling Feng couldn't help but quietly ask Qin Fang. To him, the pain brought about by such a needle piercing the body couldn't possibly be that intense.

"Seventh brother, do you want to try?"

Qin Fang smiled, his expression much like that of a sly fox.

"The Seventh, didn't you always pride yourself on being a tough, true man? Why don't you give it a try?"

Qiao Zhenfei and Lu Jun also prodded with sly grins, even adopting an "if you don't dare, you're a coward" expression, further goading Ling Feng.

"Try? Bring it on, who's afraid?"

Ling Feng, who was already somewhat tempted, immediately agreed after being instigated by the two.

"Seventh brother, remember, you asked for this yourself. Don't blame me later..."

Qin Fang said with a mischievous smile, taking out two more Silver Needles, "I won't go one needle at a time, just one needle, and I'll only use fifty percent strength..."

"If you're going to do it, go full force. What's the point of fifty percent?"

Ling Feng spoke boldly, even proactively asking for more difficulty.

"Fifty percent is just right..."

Qin Fang smiled and didn't say anything more to Ling Feng. After a series of pricks, Ling Feng immediately felt as if his body became incredibly sensitive, and even a gust of wind became exceptionally clear to him.

But while he was immersed in this sensation, a sudden, intense pain burst forth, sweeping through his entire body in an instant.

"Fuck..."

Ling Feng almost jumped up right away, swearing loudly; the pain that erupted seemed almost like it would take his life in an instant, too much for such a tough guy to bear.

"Hahaha..."

Qiao Zhenfei and Lu Jun burst into loud laughter. Although they didn't know exactly what kind of pain Ling Feng was suffering, it was obvious that Ling Feng had been sufficiently prepared mentally, yet he still had such a big reaction, indicating how terrifying the pain from that needle was...

"Youngest brother, your Yama's Eighteen Needles are really something else..."

At that point, Ling Feng was truly in awe of Qin Fang; just with this Acupuncture Secret Technique, if Qin Fang were to be taken into the National Security Bureau, he would definitely be a formidable character.

Any spy who fell into his hands wouldn't be able to withstand this, probably confessing everything just for a swift death! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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