The cellars were opened, the slanting sunset light shone in, and the dark and narrow cellars were slightly illuminated.
There was a man sitting slumped in the corner. He was treated quite generously. There were no big ties or hanging on the wall. There were only thick ropes between the wrists of his two hands and between the ankles of his two feet.
The light of the setting sun is already very gentle, but for this person who has been in darkness for a long time, his eyes are still unbearable.
He immediately raised his arms to block it and narrowed his eyes for a while before slowly lowering his hands.
Two old men stood in front of him, one of whom had smashed his face last night.
One of them was laughing and joking with him before, with a smile on his face.
Quan Jiuwei's teeth were crooked and caused ulcers. He was in agony. When he saw the old man, he took a sip and said, "You old thing!"
Manager Leng was bringing chairs down for the old man and Sect Master Gu to sit on. When he heard Quan Jiuwei scolding him, Manager Leng stretched out his hand and shouted: "You are already a prisoner, you little beast, and you are so rude!"
Quan Jiuwei ignored him and looked at the old man.
The old man sat down on a clean chair, and Sect Master Gu followed suit.
The old man said: "Is Chong Menhui also in Hejing?"
Quan Jiuwei didn't say anything, just stared at them viciously.
Over the years, he has killed more and more people, and his eyes have become more sinister and cruel. They are not sharp and sharp as they were tempered on the battlefield. His eyes have no blood and kindness, because all he kills are for a little money, but
A helpless civilian.
Elder Sect Master Gu said: "Quan Jiuwei, you are really not afraid of having your mouth torn apart."
It was precisely because of the pain that Quan Jiuwei wanted to kill them.
The nerve in the tooth hung there and hurt all night, and the pain made him scratch his head.
Seeing that Quan Jiuwei didn't speak for a long time, the old man said to Leng Guanshi who was standing by: "Go and get a briquette tongs if you can."
Manager Leng responded: "Yes."
Quan Jiuwei was agitated and shouted: "What are you doing! You immortal thing, what do you want to do!"
The old man looked at him expressionlessly: "When the briquettes are removed, I will have someone forcefully open your mouth, and then have someone use the briquettes to smash your teeth. Your already necrotic pulp has already been damaged."
It hurts you so much that you want to live, and then mashes it with dirty coal briquettes. After mashing, the wound will be stained with dirty coal dust and various dirt in the backyard, and it will become swollen, inflamed, pus-filled and turned into sores. This pain,
It will last for at least ten days. If we don't kill you, we will just watch you suffer."
Quan Jiuwei yelled: "Old guy!
"
Old Sect Master Gu said sternly: "You are still scolding, and you won't shed tears until you see the coffin? Say, where is Chong Menhui!"
"That's right, my adoptive father is in Hejing. Go and find him! Go!"
The old man said: "Where is Hejing?"
"Then I don't know. If you have the ability, you can find it yourself!
"
Butler Leng came back, holding a long briquette in his hand.
Not only are the briquettes embedded in it, but there are also a conical iron pillar and a small hammer.
Quan Jiuwei, who prided himself on being cruel and ruthless, shivered and shrank into a corner.
The old man glanced at the thing in Manager Leng's hand, and then looked at Quan Jiuwei.
Quan Jiuwei's face turned pale. The pain in his mouth tortured him all day and night. Even if his tongue accidentally touched it, it would cause his eyes to blacken in pain.
For the first time, his hands and feet felt weak. No one in this world had ever scared him like this. When the eyes of the old man and Old Sect Leader Gu were touched, Quan Jiuwei felt as if they were looking at a pool of dead flesh.
The old man said: "Quan Jiu Dimension, this is your last chance, do you want to tell me?"
Quan Jiuwei's lips trembled for a while and he said, "If I told you, wouldn't you do anything to me?"
The old man said: "Yes."
"Okay, I only know six places, but my adoptive father has three burrows. According to his character, he must have other hiding places that I don't know about."
The old man said: "You tell me these six places."
Quan Jiuwei recalled it, telling each point one by one. After saying this, he became silent.
If the other party doesn't ask questions, he won't say a word. Too many words will lead to mistakes.
"Very good," the old man said again, "What is the purpose of this trip to Hejing?"
Quan Jiuwei shook his head: "I don't know."
"have no idea?"
"The foster father is coming."
Old Sect Leader Gu sneered: "Chong Menhui is not here, so you think you can just rely on him? Say."
"I really don't know!" Quan Jiuwei's eyes showed anxiety, "Why don't you believe me? I am just a dog raised by my adoptive father!"
Old Sect Leader Gu looked at Manager Leng: "Go and call a few people to open his mouth."
Quan Jiuwei was shocked: "Hey! You guys are being unreasonable. I already told you I don't know, so why are you still trying to deal with me?"
Old Sect Leader Gu's voice turned cold: "Quan Jiuwei, stop being so smart, we know far more than you think. You weigh it carefully and decide whether you want to tell the truth."
Quan Jiuwei looked at Old Sect Leader Gu, paused, and suddenly said: "What... is your name?"
"I, Yeshan Wangxing Sect, Gu Xinghai."
Quan Jiuwei was stunned: "You are the leader of Yeshan Wangxing Sect!"
"Of course."
Quan Jiuwei looked at the old man again. He seemed to vaguely know the old man's identity: "Are you Ali's master from Liling?"
The old man looked at him: "What is the purpose of your and Chong Menhui's trip to Hejing?"
Elder Sect Leader Gu said: "The men who were captured with you have already said everything that needs to be said. If what you say is not consistent with their confessions, then..."
Quan Jiuwei's expression turned deadly, as if he just remembered that he had a companion at that time.
Old Sect Leader Gu's voice became more serious: "Say."
Quan Jiuwei slightly adjusted his sitting posture, rubbed his painful wrist and said slowly: "This matter must start with my adoptive father's sixth uncle..."
"Chong Menhui still has his sixth uncle?"
"The sixth uncle's name was Chong Menheng. He was stolen in his early years and sold to a village to be a son to a farmer. One summer, he and other children in the village went to play by the river. He took off his clothes and went into the river. He happened to be alone.
I was passing by and saw the Chongmen family brand on his back, so I quietly asked him if he wanted to go home. Chongmenheng said yes and left with this man."
"Who is this person?"
Quan Jiuwei paused and said, "His surname is Meng, Meng Xiangsi."
Sect Master Gu said calmly: "It's this person again, Tang Xiangsi."
Quan Jiuwei nodded: "It's him, he has many names."
The old man said: "Continue."
Quan Jiuwei took a deep breath: "These were all mentioned by Chongmenheng to my adoptive father when he came back. From then on, everything my adoptive father did was related to Chongmenheng."
The old man said: "Did Chong Menheng ask him to do it?"
Quan Jiuwei nodded.
Old Sect Leader Gu frowned: "Is Chong Menhui such an obedient person?"
"It will definitely be beneficial," the old man said. "In all nine dimensions, what benefits can Chong Menhui get in exchange for his obedience?"
Quan Jiuwei looked at them and said in a low voice: "I don't know, maybe it's the glory and wealth, or maybe it's the search for knowledge and fruit. In the past ten years, my adoptive father has been getting better and better. He likes to do divination and stargazing, and visits ancient sites, especially
I love to go to some uninhabited places. This time I came to Hejing, this is what Chong Menheng meant. My adoptive father came to the Star-Zhaing Tower in the palace."
On the ground, Xia Zhaoyi just came over. When she heard the words "Zhaixinglou", she stopped in her tracks.
