The Wufeng stronghold that had been confirmed to have been cleared out was actually originally a secret stronghold of the palace gate. It was not only related to the Gong family's side branch, but also to Lao Zhiren.

This news is shocking.

If one thing goes wrong, the direct line of the palace will become a joke in the eyes of the side branches.

"I have to tell my brother." Gong Yuanzheng's first reaction was to tell Gong Shangjiao.

This person cannot be tortured anymore, and she has to be secretly detained while waiting for Gong Shangjiao's decision.

The recorder also felt that Gong Yuanzheng should be asked to report it immediately.

He didn't even dare to suggest asking the deputy guard on duty tonight to come. The fewer people who knew about this news, the better. Otherwise, before the higher-ups made a decision, rumors would spread among the lower-ups, and then all of them who were on duty tonight would be punished to do hard labor.

Zhang Xueming came back to his senses from his shock. He couldn't help but laugh when he heard Gong Yuanzheng's words. He strode over, picked up Mother Jiang, pressed her acupoints, and threw her onto the torture bed by the wall.

"Zhao Zhao?" Gong Yuanzheng didn't understand why but did not stop him.

The recorder was startled, pulled open the window panel that blocked the light, and said anxiously: "Miss Zhao, you can't..."

"Shut up." Zhang Xueming's tone was calm, but his pressure became a little violent. "Keep your records well and don't do anything unnecessary."

The window was small, and the recorder could only feel a little of the murderous aura of the battlefield contained in the pressure, but his face turned pale with horror, and he trembled. He reached for a pull rope on the wall and silently retracted his hand.

Gong Yuanzheng was not within the range of the coercion. He wanted to try it, but his intuition told him that it was better not to. He called out carefully again: "Zhao Zhao."

"It's okay, Ayuan, I just simply don't like Wufeng's people ignoring my words and playing tricks in front of me." Zhang Xueming didn't look back.

Her tone was calm, but Gong Yuanzheng could vaguely feel that she was extremely excited at the moment.

He came over to help, and did whatever Zhang Xueming asked him to do, being extremely well-behaved and obedient.

Mother Jiang had never seen someone like Zhang Xueming who did not play by the rules. He would act without any warning and did not give people a chance to react.

All the major acupuncture points on her body were pressed, so she could neither move nor speak. She could only lie stiffly on the hard torture bed, staring with wide eyes at the two young men next to her who were gesticulating and doing something unknown.

Gong Yuanzheng dragged the horizontally curved iron frame on the top over.

Zhang Xueming picked up a small wooden bucket filled with water and waved it over Mother Jiang's head a few times, then hung it on a hook connected to the shelf with a thin iron chain. He condensed his internal force into a needle and poked a tiny hole at the bottom of the bucket.

Water seeped out from the small hole, and after about five to seven seconds it condensed into a drop of water, which, with a "plop", dripped right onto Mother Jiang's forehead.

There was a chill between her brows, and Mother Jiang closed her eyes involuntarily.

"Mother Jiang is almost 50 this year, right? She has taken good care of herself and looks only about 40 years old. But time is merciless. No matter how well she takes care of her face, her hearing will still not work well."

Zhang Xueming clasped his hands and looked down at Mother Jiang's face, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly under the mask.

Does she need the other person to speak when she is judging him?

Not to mention that she now has the ability to read faces, in the past she could still figure out these people's true colors just by their micro-expressions.

Coercion works quickly, but has some serious side effects. To avoid trouble, it is better to use the punishment of "dripping water wears away the stone", which is more covert and has a good auxiliary effect.

"I remember what I asked Mother Jiang was, among all the dark and yellow heaven and earth, ghosts and monsters, which one are you? The first time I asked her, Mother Jiang pretended not to understand. The second time I asked her, Mother Jiang couldn't wait to reveal her biggest trump card... Why is this question so taboo? It's really interesting."

In fact, there is a loophole in these words. Zhang Xueming exerts her coercion at every turn and does not give Mother Jiang a chance to finish her words. Mother Jiang's thundering move can be said to be an act of desperation because she is afraid of dying under her coercion.

But Zhang Xueming didn't say these words to Mother Jiang.

His spiritual sense passed through the light-blocking partition of the window behind him and swept across the recorder who was busy writing. He clearly saw that the paper recorded every word she had said from the time she started questioning Mother Jiang until now, and there was nothing superfluous. Only then did Zhang Xueming withdrew his spiritual sense with satisfaction.

When she said this, just like the previous two times, she repeated the four words "天地玄黄", pausing after each word.

This time, Gong Yuanzheng also clearly saw Mother Jiang's eyeballs moving around. When Zhang Xueming said the word "di", Mother Jiang's eyeballs stopped moving for a moment, and a small change appeared at the corner of her mouth, with the muscles slightly contracting.

Gong Yuanzheng frowned and walked closer thoughtfully, his ears catching Zhang Xueming's voice and his eyes closely watching the changes in Jiang's mother's expressions.

"Plop", a drop of water fell on the center of Mother Jiang's eyebrows again.

"I have captured many Bladeless Assassins before, including two Jackdaws. I found that the Bladeless Assassins are a very interesting group. They are all between sixteen and twenty-eight years old, and they have only known about Bladeless for the past ten to twenty years.

The two jackdaws were older, close to 40 years old. They were orphans from poor families. When Wu Feng adopted them, they were already seven or eight years old and could remember things... It seems that it is a common problem for adults to not be on guard against children. So, I got some interesting news from them." Although they died inexplicably before revealing more useful information.

Zhang Xueming tilted her head to look at Gong Yuanzheng inquiringly. Gong Yuanzheng nodded to show that he had seen it clearly. Then she continued slowly: "For example, in Wufeng, the level division of ghosts and monsters only appeared 25 years ago. Then I was thinking, Wufeng was not established 25 years ago, what about the assassins and spies before that? Is 'Heaven and Earth' really just a code for Wufeng to contact?"

Although Mother Jiang refused to open her eyes, the changes in her breathing rate and facial muscles undoubtedly told Gong Yuanzheng: "Tian Di Xuan Huang" was the level classification of his assassin spies that Wu Feng had used twenty-five years ago.

This discovery made his scalp tingle. He looked at Zhang Xueming as if he was looking up at a god who created miracles.

As for the level classification of Wufeng's ghosts and monsters, it was valuable information he collected over the years by using torture and poison to pry open the mouths of Wufeng assassins who were caught sneaking into the palace.

Zhang Xueming told it out easily. Not only that, she also got more important information, and from those information, she deduced the information that Wu Feng had been hiding.

Zhang Xueming curled her eyes at him, lowered her eyes and saw Jiang's mother's tense jaw muscles. Her mind was spinning rapidly, and a lot of information came out. After screening, she linked some of the information that matched the time together and decided to trick Jiang's mother.

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