C84 Part2

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In the afternoon of the next day, Murong Ci received news from the Dali Temple.

The Officials arranged by the Dali Temple to watch the Qingyang Alley discovered that the man wearing a drapery hat was trading with people.

After they paid the money with one hand and handed the goods with the other, the Officials immediately flew forward and captured them.

The Officials took the man back to the Dali Temple for detention.

Shen Zhiyan immediately went to the cell for interrogation, but the man's mouth was so stiff that he didn't say a word even after using two types of torture.

Murong Ci hurried to the Dali Temple, and Master Gu Huai and Master Shen Zhiyan came out to greet them.

She told them to go to the cell immediately, leaving aside the ceremonial greetings.

"Wang Bo was right.

The man is five feet four inches(164cm) tall and looks ordinary, so I can't tell who he is."

Shen Zhiyan said as he walked.

"His mouth is so shut that it might take extraordinary means."

She smiled coldly.

Unlike the prisons of the Ministry of Justice that specialized in accommodating criminals, the cells of the Dali Temple were remodeled from several rooms, retaining the characteristics of each room, and regardless the characteristics, they were all separate rooms with solid walls.

When they walked into the spacious cell, the man was tied to a wooden frame, and his limbs were locked with a huge iron lock.

The air was filled with a weird smell mixed with blood, and it lasted for a long time.

Murong Ci frowned slightly and looked at the man.

The man had his head lowered and his face couldn't be seen.

The gray and white robe on his body was already in tatters and couldn't cover his body.

His body was covered with whip marks and black burning marks, and his skin was shockingly scorched black.

He seemed to hear the movements, and his head slightly lifted, but it quickly lowered again.

"Did he really spit not a single word?"

She asked coldly, looking at the person responsible of selling Opium Poppy, with her eyes burning with anger.

For the crime of spreading Opium Poppy in the Imperial Court, dying ten thousand times, or cutting him into a thousand pieces wouldn't be enough to vent her hatred.

"He's a diehard."

Shen Zhiyan said bitterly.

"Since he's a diehard, then break all his bones to pieces."

Murong Ci seemed to smile.

"Good idea."

He sneered.

"Later, I will find someone with strong internal skills to break his bones."

"But before the bones are broken, I still want to do something interesting."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Pour honey on his wound, so that the ants in the cell will smell the fragrance and crawl up his wound."

Her smile was bright and sweet, but it made the scalp numb, as if there was a chill in the back.

She whispered,

"By the way, you can also sprinkle some salt on the wound.

I wonder what it'd be like."

"This is a great idea.

Bring the honey, salt and bone crusher."

Shen Zhiyan said in cooperation,

"I feel excited when I think about it.

The scene must be interesting and fun."

The man tied to the wooden frame trembled because of fear, and the crisp sound of the iron chains was so clear in the silent cell.

Murong Ci smiled crookedly,

"You are not from the Northern Yan...

Aren't you either from the Eastern Chu or the Southern Yue?"

A dead silence.

The messy hair hung in front of his forehead, hiding his expression, but his opened eyes flashed slightly.

She smiled softly,

"It doesn't matter if you don't speak.

Since you can be caught, your comrades and people above will also be caught soon.

Zhiyan, prepare the salt and honey."

Shen Zhiyan responded:

"Okay."

"You won't get a single word from me!"

The man raised his head and said those words, as he crushed his teeth.

In the next instant, he bit down hard, and Shen Zhiyan was taken aback and rushed forward quickly.

However, it was too late.

The man had already bitten his tongue and committed suicide, because he didn't want to confide his secrets and couldn't stand the torture.

He was indeed a diehard.

Shen Zhiyan looked at her and said helplessly:

"The clue is broken again."

Murong Ci asked with a cold face:

"Who was he trading with?"

"The Officials took the man back to the Dali Temple as well.

That man was a servant of the rich and wealthy Li Family in the city.

He said that he was ordered by his Master to go to the Qingyang Alley to buy Opium Poppy."

"Go to the Li Family's house!"

She walked out in a hurry, and Shen Zhiyan also thought of this crucial point, and hurriedly chased after her.

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END of CHAPTER 84 PART 2

.....................to be continued