The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

When the two Japanese heard Youming Jiuchong say that he wanted to take off his clothes, they became even more panicked.

Everyone knew something was fishy at first sight. If those two Japanese guys had no intention of doing anything fishy, ​​why were they so flustered just because a piece of clothing was taken off?

The two guards stepped forward quickly and quickly stripped off the shirts of the two Japanese assassins.

Sure enough, there is a secret beneath the clothes.

Netherworld Nine Levels and his group looked slowly and found a seven-leaf clover mark in the center of the spines of the two Orientals.

Wei Song immediately drew his sword and quickly put it on one of the thin Japanese men.

"Tell me! Who sent you? The seven-leaf clover is the symbol of that faction!"

"Ah!" The two Japanese people were panicked at first. How did Lord Youming know that there were marks on their backs? They had already hidden the marks in the parts of their bodies that could be covered by their clothes, so why were they still discovered?

The two dared not think too much, and then gritted their teeth. They absolutely could not say it! What else could they do if they said it!

"If you don't want to tell me, then you'll suffer a little." Youming Jiuchong sneered and ordered his men to start the torture.

The two Nantai people who were stabbed by the sword just now had already died of the poison, and their lower bodies were covered with a pool of blood that was glowing green.

This time, in addition to feeling the same pain as the two poisoned Nantai people before, the two Japanese also felt another torture inflicted on them by the Ninth Level of the Netherworld from the Underworld Palace.

The night was dark, with a blood moon hanging high in the sky. The demon leader, Netherworld Nine, was like a cold-faced and heartless ghost. He raised the corner of his mouth and coldly watched the Japanese people suffer great pain.

The torture in the Hades Palace is similar to Lingchi, which means cutting off pieces of flesh from living prisoners with a sharp knife. The punishment created by the Hades Palace is slightly improved on this basis. The knives used are sharp and stained with various toxins, so that the prisoners can feel the extreme physical pain while also feeling the various extremely painful physical and mental reactions brought about by the thousands of toxins.

Soon, the two Japanese were defeated. The nine levels of punishment in the underworld were something they had never heard of. It was simply a nightmare experience that they never wanted to experience again in their lifetime.

"Speak." Netherworld Ninth Level said impatiently.

The Dongyang people confessed, "We are the death warriors sent by the Dongyang Empire to join the Nantai team. However, the death warriors sent by the Dongyang Empire are all the lowest level, and there is nothing special about them."

Netherworld Nine said coldly: "How many assassins are here? Where are they?"

"There are about ten of us. We are assigned to different Nantai teams. I don't know exactly where they are, because the Nantai and Dongyang death squads have to change positions at any time according to orders from above."

Netherworld Nine asked again in a cold voice: "Who is the master?"

"Reply, reply to Lord Youming. We, the Eastern Death Soldiers, are following... the Eastern aristocratic family, the Yu family."

The eyes of Youming Jiuchong and others sank slightly. The guards were puzzled, and they could not figure out the origin of the Yu family. Because the borders were closed, people from other countries rarely knew the details of the East Ocean Empire, so it was even more difficult to know the important information of the East Ocean Empire's royal family and aristocratic families.

The lotus at the ninth level of the Netherworld brow moved slightly, and he asked in a cold voice: What is your purpose here?

The Japanese man paused and continued, "The head of the Yu family asked us to sneak into Zhongyue with the Nantai people two months ago. We didn't know exactly what we were going to do. The higher-ups just told us to stay and wait for notification. We usually hide in the caves, occasionally going out to get some information, and our daily work is to see if there are new gold and silver veins that we can secretly mine."

Netherworld Jiuchong's eyes moved slightly, and as he watched the Japanese man's breathing become increasingly difficult, he ordered: "How much do you know about the people in the Nantai team? Tell us everything."

"My Lord Minggong, their master is the Sixth Prince of Nantai, Wanyan Sen. The Nantai assassins who came to Zhongyue two months ago were all subordinates of the Sixth Prince."

Youming Jiuchong was not surprised at all. Wanyan Sen was indeed an ambitious prince with some means.

Afterwards, Youming Jiuchong had a sullen face and was about to continue asking questions, but those two Japanese were just minnows and the information they could know was very limited.

But perhaps this is exactly why the Eastern Empire sent them here. On the one hand, the information network of the small death squad is narrow, and their existence is dispensable. Even if they want to provide some information, they cannot get more useful information out of their hearts.

Secondly, the lowest-level death warriors are numerous in the East Asian Empire, so the East Asian Empire, which is known for its arrogance, will not feel sorry for the injuries of these small death warriors at all. They can just send them to do some work with Nantai. It will not be a pity if they die, as they are not powerful warriors worth feeling sorry for.

Moreover, the Eastern Empire has always been arrogant, and now they are willing to send their own assassins to the Nantai assassin team, which can be regarded as a self-depreciation. But if they send out the lowest-level Eastern assassins, then their great power's face is still saved. In other words, in their eyes, the Nantai people are the lowest-level people, so they can only deserve the help of their lowest-level assassins.

No more useful information could be pried out from the mouths of the Japanese assassins, and the injuries of these two men had worsened from the earlier fight in the cave, and they were now unconscious.

Wei Song received a signal from Youming Jiuchong, stepped forward with his sword in hand, and gave the two men a quick death.

Youming Jiuchong turned around and looked at the several men in black who were kneeling on the other side.

After interrogating the Japanese assassins, it’s now time to interrogate the Nantai assassins.

Just like the last time, this team of men in black was also under a taboo. Even though they were afraid of the pressure from the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld and wanted to confess everything, they could not say more.

Do you still remember the ending of those men in black who wanted to confess?

As soon as they opened their mouths, they died suddenly.

Suddenly, Netherworld Nine thought of a plan that he had conceived before, but it was hard to say whether it would work. Anyway, it was better to have a plan than not to have one, so it would be better to give it a try.

This time he did not ask the men in black to speak directly, but asked them to try to write down what they wanted to confess.

The people who wanted to speak up and confess the clues last time died. Maybe if we don't let them speak this time, maybe the punishment of the sudden death of the sub-insect insect can bring about a turning point?

It is rumored that some sects' poisonous insects are specifically designed to swim in a certain part of the human body. These Nantai warriors were given the mother-and-child poison that is designed to keep their mouths shut, so the key poisonous insect that controls their survival is likely buried in their throats.

If they did not speak, but wrote with their hands, there might be a chance to be honest. Using hand movements instead of verbal words is a roundabout way to go about it.

Soon, several guards came forward and placed something on the ground.

There were three sets of pens and ink in front of the three men in black on the ground. One of them picked up a pen and wrote, and the other two followed suit.

They moved slowly and wrote down the two words "Nantai"...