Four clicks.

Remove the joints together.

Chen Quan grabbed the ground with his head, half of his face pressed against the cold hard floor tiles, unable to move.

He took off the black scarf from the old man's face, took out a cloth bag from his arms, took out a silver needle and applied some unknown medicine on it.

"You know me, you should know that I am the embroidered clothing guard Baihu."

"Anyone with a hundred households will study the punishment."

"This acupuncture technique is also famous among the embroidery guards, and is called the Three Needles of the King of Hell."

"No matter how hard-boned a man is, he can't withstand three needles."

"In the past, when the prince ascended the throne before his death, someone conspired to rebel."

"If you catch someone who rebels against the party, you just won't say anything about it."

"After two injections, everything will be explained."

"You are lucky enough to experience it today."

He spoke very slowly to the old man.

Maybe it’s because I want to break through people’s psychological defenses with words.

Or maybe it's simply because there's no one to talk to, so you can only talk to your enemies about the greatness of it.

But hearing it in Chen Quan's ears was like a thunderous explosion, chasing after his soul and seeking his life.

Embroidery Guard!

Chen Quan was so frightened that he trembled all over just hearing the name.

People who have been imprisoned by Xiuyiwei cannot keep secrets.

To them, the embroidered guard is already the living king of hell.

And he actually wanted to experience such a terrifying thing.

One of Xiuyiwei's famous punishments.

He would rather not have this kind of honor.

Chen Quan quickly shook his head, his eyes full of pleading.

"You want to say it?"

Connect Chen Quan's chin to the old man.

Chen Quan's voice trembled: "Sir, you will die."

"I really don't know who targeted you."

"We just had a conflict, and I am willing to compensate."

"Even if I raise your son for the rest of his life, I will never complain."

Xiang old man looked as usual and ferocious: "I won't cry until I see the coffin."

With that said, Chen Quan's chin was removed.

Lift the silver needle and insert it into the spine.

Direct contact with the nerve.

Old Man Xiang controlled Chen Quan's vocal cords again. Even though he was in great pain, there was no sound at all.

Chen Quan began to foam at the mouth as if suffering from epilepsy, the veins on his face were twisted, and he began to writhe in pain.

But once the joints were removed, they couldn't move at all.

Snot and tears welled up quickly, and he was ferocious and painful, like a fish that had landed on the beach, with his mouth open and his eyes white.

It lasted for ten breaths.

He pulled out the silver needle from the old man and reached out to connect Chen Quan's chin.

Chen Quan opened his mouth and breathed in the fresh air.

"I said."

"I said."

"It's Wen Fu, the housekeeper of Marquis Jing'an's second house."

"He gave us two hundred taels of silver and said that you had lost your official position in the Hundred Households and were thrown into prison as a guard."

"Even if my son is paralyzed, he will not take revenge."

Chen Quan told everything, leaving nothing behind.

Because it’s so easy to check.

It seems that they have never tried to cover it up. They just tell you openly and openly that there is no difference between squeezing you to death and squeezing an ant to death.

Just two wild dogs can kill your son.

As the man said, if his son Xiang Wen was just paralyzed, he would not take revenge.

But people died!

The scars on the old man's face were twisted like centipedes.

He took out the Zunhun Banner from his arms.

"If you can die under the magic weapon of the immortal master, you will be considered a worthy death."

On the way back, Old Man Xiang realized that the Soul Flag had absorbed ghosts.

Can you use this thing to kill people and absorb their souls?

Old man Xiang didn't know, but he was willing to try.

Crucify Chen Quan.

The gray mist is absorbed by the Soul Flag.

He grinned at the old man.

Check the smell of the prostitute to make sure she is not awake.

The old man hesitated, but in the end he didn't make a move.

When I was on duty, my superiors ordered me to kill everyone without leaving a trace.

He always felt uncomfortable, but he could only obey orders.

Now that I am alone, I don't want to commit more crimes and involve my wife and children in reincarnation.

Xiang Hu grinned, laughing at his own fear.

The former executioner did not dare to kill anyone.

one night.

Bloody storm.

The Wild Dog Gang was wiped out, and all three deputy gang leaders were killed in one blow.

The chopped body of the gang leader could not be sewn up.

The old man dragged his tired body back home.

Through torture and extortion of confessions, the information ultimately obtained is similar.

The old man Xiang felt no satisfaction from killing the people from the Wild Dog Gang.

They were indeed the direct murderers who killed Xiang Wen, and they were the indirect murderers who killed his wife and children, but they were not the masterminds.

The mastermind is still alive and contented.

My heart was as sharp as a knife to the old man.

It's not that he didn't go to Jing'an Marquis Mansion, it's that he couldn't get in at all.

He once walked by at night, and the master inside immediately discovered him.

Fortunately, the other party did not pursue me.

The high gate compound of Jing'an Marquis' Mansion has countless expert guards. Entering impulsively would be the same as committing suicide.

If it was an assassination, the second housekeeper would still have to be forced to confess.

It seems that a lot of people died in the Wild Dog Gang incident, but it did not have a big impact on Liang Du.

However, there was not much time left for him.

Even though he covered it up, he also dealt with the traces.

People who embroider clothes can still find flaws in the clues. The techniques cannot be faked and the traces cannot be erased.

Because it's so familiar.
To be continued...