"He Lan Minzhi?"
Yang Fan was startled. He did not know who was connected to the small village he was in. This was the first time he had heard of the name He Lan Minzhi. He secretly remembered this name in his heart and sternly said, "Who I am is not important. You only need to tell me, who … sent you?"
Yang Mingsheng strangled the rope in his mouth. He vaguely laughed, "I thought that the village had been razed to the ground. Everyone … everyone had been killed. Unexpectedly … there was still a fish that escaped the net!"
Yang Fan said in an awe-inspiring voice, "The Heavens spared my life for today's retribution. Yang Mingsheng, who sent you there? Quickly say it! "
Yang Fan's foot exerted force. Yang Mingsheng was stepped on until he was kneeling on the ground. His face was slanted to the floor and he could not help drooling. He was in an exceptionally sorry state. He gasped for breath and said, "Why did someone need to send me? Could it not have been me who wanted to kill people?"
"You?"
Yang Fan sneered, "You are not worthy! You were just a dog at that time, a dog that was ordered by someone! "
Yang Fan fiercely stepped on the soles of his shoes, causing Yang Mingsheng's hooked nose to twist and deform. He coldly said, "I have already investigated. That year, you, Yang Langzhong, were still a small Zhang Gu. What qualifications did you have to lead troops out of the capital? How much courage did you have to dare to kill people and slaughter an entire village, not leaving a single one alive! How much ability did you have to make the Shaozhou government turn a blind eye to it and spend so much effort to clean up the aftermath? "
In the face of Yang Fan's series of questions, Yang Mingsheng only had a sinister expression on his face as he sneered.
Yang Fan sneered, "It seems that you will not shed tears until you see the coffin."
He tightened the rope in his hand, his foot still firmly stepping on the back of Yang Mingsheng's neck, causing his head to be raised high. Yang Mingsheng immediately discovered that the devil-masked man had already raised the steaming pot in his hand.
"Are you going to admit it?"
The muscles on Yang Mingsheng's face kept twitching in fear, but he still gritted his teeth. When he found out where the other party came from, he knew that today's situation would not be easy to solve. If he refused to reveal the secret in his heart, he might still have a chance to live. But once he revealed the truth, he would definitely be doomed.
Yang Fan sneered, tilting the pottery pot in his hand bit by bit. Yang Mingsheng's eyes widened, and his pupils shrank to the size of needle tips in fear. The boiling soup in the cauldron turned into a line and dripped down from the air. The hot steam scattered towards Yang Mingsheng's forehead. Yang Mingsheng suddenly closed his eyes. Before the boiling soup reached his body, he writhed and screamed in fear.
"Puff puff puff …"
When the boiling water touched his body, there was a "puff puff" sound. Yang Mingsheng's painful roar was stuck in his throat and could not come out. He trembled violently because of the boiling soup, and his muscles were as tight as steel. The rope made of silk soap in Yang Fan's hand was very strong. It creaked when he twisted his body, but it did not break.
Yang Fan raised his hand slightly, and the boiling water stopped.
"Who ordered you to do it?"
Yang Mingsheng closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and shook his head. His forehead and cheeks were red, and a patch of blisters quickly floated up from his forehead, which looked extremely terrible.
"You won't cry until you see the coffin!"
Yang Fan sneered, and his hand slightly tilted. The boiling soup rolled down again. Yang Mingsheng was like a catfish that was stepped on by his shoes, constantly struggling and twisting, but he could not get rid of his control. The boiling water dripped down, and the skin on his forehead was turned upside down. Blood and tea were everywhere.
"Will you tell me or not?"
"Puff puff puff …"
"Will you tell me or not?"
"Puff puff puff …"
The boiling water gradually moved to Yang Mingsheng's eyes. Yang Mingsheng struggled violently for a few times, and with a sudden strong struggle, he almost broke free from Yang Fan's control. Then his body straightened, and he passed out.
Yang Fan's hand did not stop. He slightly tilted his hand, and the boiling water continued to pour down, pouring on Yang Mingsheng's eyes. His thin eyelids were scalded, and the boiling water was poured directly on his eyes.
Yang Mingsheng's body instinctively trembled, but he did not wake up. After a while, even the body instinctively trembling reaction disappeared, because the body where the boiling water was poured had been completely cooked, and there was no longer any feeling.
…
The pottery pot in Yang Fan's hand was completely turned over. The boiling water had been poured out, and the boiled tea splashed on Yang Mingsheng's face.
Yang Fan put down the pottery pot, let go of his chewing, and slowly sat back on the table. The eyes behind the mask flickered slightly. Yang Mingsheng's stubbornness was beyond his expectations. It seemed that the preparation in advance was indeed useful. Calculating the time, it should be about time …
After an unknown period of time, Yang Mingsheng groaned and slowly woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that there was only darkness in front of him. He was immediately ecstatic. "That thief left?"
But immediately, he heard a voice that sounded very calm but was as terrible as the devil's. "You're awake? Are you willing to tell me now? "
Yang Mingsheng was shocked. "That devil is still here!"
Just as he was about to scream, his cheeks tightened as the rope tightened around him. An unbearable pain assaulted his heart. If he could see his own appearance, he would definitely be scared to death. His eyelids could no longer be seen, and his face was full of bloody blisters. His eyeballs had been scalded by the boiling water, and they were protruding out of their sockets.
The silk rope was very strong, and had already cut into the scalded flesh on his cheeks. His white gums were exposed, and he looked like a ghost. But Yang Fan, who was standing behind him, did not feel a trace of fear.
He had killed people. Although Nanyang was small, there were also criminals and rebels. When he was very young, he followed his master to catch bandits and quell rebellions, but he had never tortured people. But in his dreams, he had used all the methods he could imagine to torture a person more than once.
That person was the person in front of him, the person who had coldly shouted, "Kill! Don't leave a single one alive, kill them all! " The person who gave the order, the spray of blood, the sister's flying head, burned his heart like boiling oil, making him suffer, and he no longer had any fear.
Yang Mingsheng's face was covered in blood, pus, and all kinds of bodily fluids. The two grim lines on his face could no longer be seen. There were only bubbles of blood, pus, and tea leaves. At this moment, he was not a ferocious ghost, but he was even more ferocious than one.
"My eyes …"
Yang Mingsheng let out a desperate cry from his throat. He finally realized a ruthless reality: he could not see anything!
His eyes were dark, not because the lights in the room were off, but because his eyes were blinded, blinded by the scalding water.
Blind, he was blind, he could no longer be an official, his future was completely ruined.
Yang Mingsheng's eyes were dark, and so was his heart. The double blow of his body and mind made him faint again.
…
"Ah …"
Yang Mingsheng slowly regained consciousness. He groped around and cried out in despair, "Just kill me! Just kill me! "
The old and cold voice rang in his ears again, "The blood feud is as deep as the sea, and hundreds of lives were lost. Wouldn't killing you be letting you off easy? Tell me or not, if you don't, I don't mind giving you all the torture I can think of! You are a disciplinary officer, so you should be very confident that no one can endure all the torture, right? "
Yang Mingsheng's body trembled, and he shouted hoarsely, "Devil! Devil! You are a devil! "
The old voice said coldly, "That's right! I am a devil! Yang Langzhong, this is all thanks to you! Haha … "
Before the laughter died away, there was a sudden explosion. The door flew up with a bang and crashed into the antique shelf on the opposite side, smashing into pieces. Two figures rushed in, shouting sternly, "Stop, thief!"
Just as Yang Fan threw away the silk rope in his hand, the two guards pounced on him, the podao in their hands like a wheel, wrapping around Yang Fan's waist.
They came from the Western Province, and were Yang Mingsheng's troops, the troops of military generals. To be chosen by Yang Mingsheng as imperial guards, their martial arts were naturally extraordinary, not to mention that they grew up in the Western Region and had a fierce nature.
The two podaos in their hands swung wildly, creating a gust of wind. Yang Fan hurriedly pulled out the short knife from his waist, and there was a 'clang clang clang clang' sound as the two ferocious podaos chopped down. Yang Fan, who was holding the short knife, narrowly avoided the sure-kill knife strikes, and retreated all the way to the corner of the wall.
When Yang Mingsheng heard the clashing of weapons, he wriggled excitedly on the ground, enduring the great pain, and howled incoherently, "Kill him! Chop him into mincemeat for me! I want him alive, I want him alive, I want to kill him with my own hands! "
There was a fierce and ferocious battle in the study, and there was a burst of crackling noises. The bookshelves, low tables, and thin curtains were all destroyed, and the whole room was filled with debris, as if a hurricane had just blown through.
"Boom boom boom!"
Outside the study, a dozen or so people holding weapons, knives, and swords rushed into the study. Some of them rushed to support Yang Mingsheng, while others joined the battle and surrounded Yang Fan. Yang Fan laughed loudly, "Bastard! This life of yours is destined to be mine. Today, I will temporarily leave it, and I will come back to take it in the future! "
As he said this, the short knife in his hand suddenly shone brightly, dancing into a dazzling light wheel, forcing the approaching guards to retreat. He turned around and leaped out of the window.
"Chase!"
The two guards chased after him, leaping out of the window like fish. Three figures, one in front and two behind, disappeared into the boundless night in a few leaps.
"Woof! Woof woof! "
Little White dutifully barked wildly …
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