I'm a useless prince, so what if I know a little bit of chemistry?

After being unable to figure out what killed so many of his brothers, the leader of the men in black could only attribute it to one thing: a ghost.

The ancients always liked to attribute things they could not explain to ghosts and gods, and the leader of the men in black was no exception. At this moment, he only knew that if he did not escape from this haunted place, he would be killed by ghosts.

If the person in front of him was a human, even someone with great martial arts skills, he would not be afraid, but this kind of invisible and intangible thing made him unable to muster any desire to resist.

boom! boom! boom!

The thunderous sound continued, accompanied by wails like those from hell.

The leader of the men in black turned around and ran, but he didn't notice a body not far behind him, so he tripped and fell. After falling, he saw a small white porcelain bottle smoking.

This was the last scene he saw in his life, because in the next moment, the small porcelain bottle exploded with a burst of fire and a thunderous sound, and his eyeballs were pierced by the stones inside, leaving him completely blind.

The explosions continued, but he could hear nothing. He only felt someone stepping on his body again and again. He opened his mouth to yell and curse, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

Shen Qingqing couldn't help but feel frightened when she heard the howling outside, but what made her heart jump even more was the thunderous explosion.

She could never figure out how Lin Fan managed to make such a small porcelain bottle emit such a huge power. Shen Qingqing didn't even dare to imagine this scene that was like a punishment from heaven.

Chun Fang had witnessed the power of these small porcelain bottles more than once. Even when they were on Heisei Mountain, Lin Fan asked Chun Fang to throw a few as a practice, which scared Chun Fang a lot at the time.

But because of this, Chun Fang's psychological endurance is better than Shen Qingqing's, and Chun Fang carries two small porcelain bottles with him to escape at critical moments.

Finally, the explosions stopped, followed by the sound of horse hooves.

At Zhang Guangzhi's command, everyone went up to check if there was anyone alive.

The matter of gunpowder was of great importance and no news could leak out, especially since there were Huns among this group of people. Duan Ran could not leave any of them alive.

After counting the number of people, Xiang Long came over and reported to Zhang Guangzhi: "Military Advisor, no one escaped, but not many people were killed in the explosion, only about a hundred people, and the rest were all injured. What should we do?"

Zhang Guangzhi did not think about it, but immediately made a gesture of wiping his neck, indicating Xiang Long to wipe the grass completely.

Xiang Long looked at Zhang Guangzhi's face. Although Zhang Guangzhi had no expression on his face, he looked a little weird under the moonlight, as if he was smiling, a bloodthirsty smile.

Chu Hu chopped off the head of a man who was still alive, and said to Zhang Guangzhi: "Master Zhang, it is said that you monks are compassionate and would not even hurt an ant when sweeping the floor. What happened today?"

Zhang Guangzhi still had no expression on his face, as if he was really a bloodthirsty butcher. He explained to Chu Hu: "If it were us lying on the ground today, you would know our fate without me saying anything."

Chu Hu just nodded and did not answer Zhang Guangzhi's words.

Chu Hu naturally understood what Zhang Guangzhi said, but Chu Hu said those words to Zhang Guangzhi because he was bored. After seeing Zhang Guangzhi's serious expression, Chu Hu felt bored and went about his own business.

"Military Advisor, this Hun is not dead yet. Do you want to interrogate him?" Xiang Long spotted the leader of the men in black with blood in his eyes, and he carried him over like a dead dog.

"Go ahead and ask. It would be great if you could find out who is behind this." Zhang Guangzhi said expressionlessly.

"Okay." Xiang Long responded, and then slapped the man in the face.

"Tell me! Who sent you?"

The leader of the men in black seemed a little dazed just now, but after being slapped by Xiang Long, he immediately came to his senses. However, the first thing he did after waking up was not to answer Xiang Long's question, but to scream like a madman.

"You are all devils, devils that crawled out of hell, hahahaha, devils!"

Xiang Long slapped the man in the face again, causing his fat to tremble. Even the black mask on his face was knocked off by Xiang Long.

"Stop screaming and tell me who sent you, or I will kill you!" Xiang Long threatened.

Xiang Long's slap seemed to sober him up a little, and he said, "Even if you beat me to death, I won't tell you!"

Xiang Long slapped the man hard on the face several times, causing his face to swell up. He vomited blood several times, and there were even a few teeth mixed in it.

But the leader of the men in black showed no intention of giving in. He kept gritting his teeth and refused to speak.

Xiang Long was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword and kill him immediately, but was stopped by Chu Hu.

"Don't just draw your knife and kill people. Use your brain. Do you understand?" Chu Hu said.

"Oh, you can use your brain now? Then what do you think we should do?" Zhang Guangzhi asked with a smile.

"In my opinion, we should use torture. Only when he suffers a little, he will confess." Chu Hu said with a sneer.

"Torture? Fatty Chu, there are no torture instruments and no cells here, how can we torture?" Xiang Long asked.

"You don't understand this, right? I've seen the military interrogating spies. Although there are no torture instruments, there are still many ways to force questions." Chu Hu said.

Xiang Long and Zhang Guangzhi looked at Chu Hu, waiting for his next words.

"For example, we can use a knife to cut off his fingers one by one and one section at a time." Chu Hu said, and picked up a steel knife on the ground, and really cut off two fingers of the leader of the men in black with one knife.

"what!"

The leader of the men in black suddenly let out a scream and twisted his whole body on the ground in pain.

The fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain of having your fingers cut off is not something that most people can endure.

"Kill me! Kill me! I won't say anything!" the leader of the men in black roared.

"Fatty Chu, your tricks don't seem to work." Xiang Long joked.

Chu Hu scratched his head. He didn't expect this man to be so stubborn, but he immediately thought of another way.

"You can use a branding iron to interrogate the criminal, so let's use this method!" said Chu Hu.

"Where can we find a soldering iron in this remote place?" Xiang Long asked.

Chu Hu did not answer, but lowered his head and looked around for something. Soon, Chu Hu picked up a white object on the ground.

Under the bright moonlight, the two men saw clearly that what Chu Hu was holding was a small porcelain bottle. Chu Hu scraped open the sealed seal, poured out the mud and sand inside, and finally poured the black gunpowder onto the severed finger of the leader of the men in black.