Gan Xin returned to the room where he lived with Mo Lin.
"Caught back?"
Seeing Gan Xin come back, Mo Lin poured a cup of tea.
Gan Xin nodded and said: "I caught three of them, and their cultivation level is in the early stage of the Martial Emperor."
After taking a sip of tea, Gan Xin sighed: "The world has really changed. Emperor Wu is everywhere. It's a ghost."
In the past, the Martial Emperor was a master, but now the real realm is the strongest, with a lot of emperors, and even the ghost clan's detailed creations are the result of the Martial Emperor's cultivation. Gan Xin couldn't help but sigh.
Mo Lin was a little disappointed and said: "This Xiao Feng still wants him to get some private goods."
Gan Xin smiled and said, "I'll let you give me a job next time."
In prison, Feng He was interrogating three agents.
Feng He pressed him about the situation of the ghost fetus, but the three craftsmen did not dare to say anything because they were afraid of the ghost fetus.
"Watch them and talk to them tomorrow. If there is any abnormal movement, shoot them directly."
Feng He stood up and left, and the spies locked the cell door. The three craftsmen were nailed in the cell, unable to move their hands and feet.
the next morning.
Feng He arrived at the door of Long Chen's room early, knocked on the door and went in. Seeing Long Chen alone, he asked curiously: "Sir, why are you sleeping alone?"
Long Chen poured some hot water to wash his face and said, "Then how do you think I should sleep?"
Feng He chuckled, changed the subject and said, "I arrested three ghost tribesmen last night. Would you like to interrogate them personally?"
After Long Chen washed his face, he took a sip of hot water, took out a few pieces of dried meat and chewed it.
"Interrogation? Isn't this your business? Why should I interrogate you?"
Feng He is the owner of the West Factory, and he should be responsible for interrogating and detailing the work. Long Chen doesn't care about these things.
Feng He chuckled and said, "I don't dare to deceive you, sir. That guy's mouth is too tight. I can't help it."
"You know, ghosts are different from people. If it were an ordinary person, I would have 10,000 ways to deal with him."
"But the ghost clan is different, stabbing him with a knife will be useless."
I asked last night, but Feng He really couldn't think of any solution despite the details of the ghost clan.
"If you can't do anything, I can do something?"
Long Chen sat down and said somewhat speechlessly.
Long Chen is good at marching and fighting duels, interrogating and spying, this is Feng He's old profession.
Feng He smiled and said: "Sir, you can do anything and you are proficient in everything."
There was no need to train the soldiers in the morning, and there happened to be nothing to do. Long Chen got up and said, "Let's go and have a look."
Feng He immediately led the way and took Long Chen into the prison.
More than a dozen spies held crossbows and worked carefully on the three ghost tribes. When they saw Long Chen, they immediately put away their crossbows and paid their respects: "Meet King Wu."
Feng He unlocked the door and Long Chen walked in.
Two men and one woman had their hands and feet nailed to wooden boards. The blood on the nails had solidified, and the flesh on the wounds had a tendency to fuse with the nails.
The ghost tribe is the ghost tribe, and their self-healing ability is really strong.
Feng He moved a chair and Long Chen sat down. Feng He walked over and said with a smile: "Do you recognize the gentleman in front of you?"
The three craftsmen looked at Long Chen with confused expressions. They had been in the snowy mountains all year round and didn't know anyone outside.
"I don't know King Wu! Damn it!"
Feng He cursed, turned around and asked, "Sir, do you want to kill one of them?"
Long Chen rolled his eyes at Feng He, leaned on the chair, and looked at the three of them carefully.
The man on the left is older, with a square face and a beard; the man in the middle is younger and very ordinary-looking; and on the right is a middle-aged woman with an oval face and a flat nose, which is quite ugly.
"If you want to kill me, you should kill me early. Why are you pretending? You won't scare them."
Feng He's trick was a bit vulgar, and Long Chen looked down upon it.
Feng Heqian smiled and said: "I'm just trying to scare you, my lord, come here."
Long Chen glanced at the three of them and said, "Bring me the knife."
Feng He said in surprise: "Sir, are you serious?"
He thought that Long Chen really wanted to stab Liwei to death first.
"dagger."
Long Chen was a little speechless. Feng He was just about to take a sacred wooden sword, but he immediately changed it to a dagger and handed it over.
Long Chen walked up to the woman, slowly opened his clothes, and struck the knife on her body.
The woman sneered and said: "You are King Wu, but your methods are nothing more than this. Kill me!"
They ghosts are really not afraid of daggers, even if they are stabbed to death, it doesn't matter to them.
Long Chen thought for a while, put away the dagger and put his clothes back on.
"My body is quite white, but my appearance is too ugly."
Long Chen commented, turned around and walked towards the young man in the middle.
The woman mocked, "Huh, you're still trying to scare us when you know it's useless."
Long Chen ignored him and directly tore open his clothes and cut off a piece of flesh from the young man's body.
"That's it? Cut a few more slices of meat, I'll have plenty."
The young man laughed wildly.
Long Chen ignored it, picked the meat with the tip of the knife, sat back on the chair, and said: "Bring a stove over here."
Feng He didn't know what Long Chen meant. They wouldn't give in and confess just by cutting a piece of meat.
For die-hards, ordinary torture is useless.
"stove!"
Feng He said hello, and the spies immediately brought the stove.
Long Chen put the meat on the stove to grill, and soon, the smell of burnt meat filled the prison.
When the spies from the West Factory smelled the smell of meat, their expressions changed a little.
"You ghosts suck human blood. I found that we humans can become stronger by eating your flesh."
Long Chen turned back to look at the young man, then turned to Feng He and said, "Call Gan Zhen and the others and tell them to come and eat sashimi."
The spy immediately sent the order.
The three ghost clansmen looked at Long Chen's barbecue, and their expressions began to look ugly.
"Huh, if you say that our ghost tribe is cruel, eating our flesh is not the same thing."
The woman spoke sarcastically, her voice trembling a little, and it looked like she was really scared.
Long Chen sneered: "You treat us as prey, and I treat you as prey, why not?"
Just like tigers eating people and people eating tigers, it is reasonable.
These ghosts only look like humans, but they are not the same kind.
Ghosts can eat people, why can't people eat ghosts?
Feng He squatted down, looked at the sizzling and oily meat, and said, "Sir, give me a taste."
Long Chen immediately put away the barbecue and said: "Three of these people have no place for you."
Feng He pretended to swallow, but actually he didn't want to eat. It was so weird.
After a while, Gan Zhen came over with thirty rebel troops.
"grown ups."
Long Chen pointed at the three craftsmen and said: "They are ghost tribe craftsmen, they ate the one in the middle."
Gan Zhen turned to look at the young man in the middle, licked his chapped lips with his tongue, and said with a smile: "Sir, please give us extra food."
His subordinates, the Nilin Army, booed and pointed at the woman next to them and said, "Sir, that woman has such delicate skin and tender flesh, can you eat her first?"
Long Chen smiled and said: "No, eat the middle one first, he has already operated on it."
"Old Feng, bring a few more stoves over, brothers are not enough."
Feng He immediately brought several stoves over. Gan Zhen took the lead and started cutting the meat with a dagger. The young man groaned. The craftsmen on both sides were frightened as they watched their companions being cut into meat.
They thought they would be tortured and killed by the sacred tree, but they never thought they would be eaten by humans.
Obviously the ghosts are the hunters, but they have become the prey.
