Return of the Pearl

In the subsequent chat, An Yi continued the conversation with Zhang Da Ying without showing any emotion, skillfully leading the topic to a deeper level and gradually obtaining all the information he needed.

After the interrogation, An Yi temporarily detained Zhang Yi in the dungeon, awaiting further processing. During the whole process, An Yi showed his calmness and wit, like a battle-hardened general, always maintaining the upper hand in the confrontation with the enemy.

The atmosphere in the dungeon was extremely tense and solemn, as if even the air was condensed. Zhang Da Ying's figure looked particularly lonely and desolate in this dim environment, and a feeling of helplessness arose spontaneously.

Those ministers had long been immersed in sweet dreams. In the silence of the night, they had no idea that danger was coming quietly. When they were off guard, they were quietly taken out of their residences without anyone noticing. In order to prevent them from making any noise, the secret guards knocked them out one by one without mercy, and then took them away quickly like ghosts.

Now, they were imprisoned in a small space, and a basin of ice-cold water was suddenly poured on them. This sudden stimulation was like a heavy hammer, pulling them back to reality from the chaos and confusion. The cold water soaked their clothes and made their consciousness instantly clear. Fear and confusion intertwined in their hearts.

They slowly opened their eyes in confusion, their eyes full of fear and doubt, like frightened deer. They looked at each other, and the moment their eyes met, they saw the fear in each other's eyes. The fear surged like a tide, drowning them in an instant and making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Because they knew very well that they were not only ministers of the imperial court, but also core members of the Tongtian Sect. Now that they had fallen into such a situation, they were afraid that they would be in great danger and would not be able to escape death. Thinking of this, their hearts were filled with despair and helplessness, as if they were in a dark abyss, without seeing a glimmer of hope.

An Yi was covered in blood, as if he had just struggled out of the Shura Field. He staggered towards them step by step. The blood all over his body was particularly glaring in the dim light. He looked like a demon crawling out of hell, exuding a terrifying aura that made people shudder.

They couldn't help but cry out in fear: "Don't come over here!" The voice was full of fear and despair, like the wail of death.

An Yi looked at their miserable appearances, his heart filled with contempt and disdain. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Then confess quickly! Don't be like your Holy Envoy. I had to spend so much effort to get her to speak. Now I'm really exhausted. If you don't confess, I'll have to let my brothers deal with you. They're even more ruthless than me, so I advise you to confess quickly."

The hearts of these three people were filled with fear. The word "Holy Envoy" in An Yi's words was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts, making them mistakenly believe that the "Holy Envoy" had confessed. The three of them looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and helplessness.

Although they were extremely frightened, they still gritted their teeth and forced themselves not to confess. Their bodies trembled slightly, like fallen leaves in the wind, and could be swallowed by fear at any time.

An Yi saw through their thoughts with a sharp glance. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, outlining a sly and strange smile. Then, he stretched out his finger, pointed at one of them, and said slowly: "Tell me, what is the purpose of this person's life? I will only ask this once, you must listen carefully, and confess everything you know without reservation. If you don't, don't blame me, I will make your descendants extinct!"

As An Yi spoke, he made a fierce chopping gesture. The movement was swift and powerful, full of terrifying threats. The man who was pointed at subconsciously clamped his legs tightly together, his body trembling involuntarily, and his heart was shrouded in a haze of despair. However, although he was filled with fear, he still kept his lips tightly closed and stubbornly refused to speak.

When An Yi saw this, his eyes instantly turned into those of a ferocious beast, full of creepy ferocity and brutality. Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively issued a cold and ruthless order to his secret guards. Then, with a "swish", the knife came down in his hand. The movement was as swift as lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

At this moment, a shrill scream that seemed to penetrate the soul pierced the silent night sky, like a sharp blade, piercing everyone's eardrums, and a shocking deep wound suddenly appeared on that person's body. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes red, and also gathered on the ground into a shocking pool of blood.

This tragic scene left the other two people stunned and terrified to the point of almost losing their souls. They could not imagine that the seemingly cold-blooded and ruthless person in front of them could be so cruel and ruthless, chopping without mercy.

At this moment, An Yi turned around and looked at the two of them coldly. His voice was as cold as frost, and every word seemed to carry a biting chill. "Do you two want to confess? If not, don't worry, I don't like to use those torture methods repeatedly.

If you don't confess, I have many new and exciting ways to entertain you. I just don't know how many of them you can endure. Also, if you want to confess, do it as soon as possible. Otherwise, in the end, only one of the three of you will survive. If the other two confess too late, I will slowly torture you, leaving you with a life in limbo.

The remaining two people looked at each other, and the moment their eyes met, they were filled with fear and struggle. Their eyes were filled with helplessness and deep worry. Deep in their eyes, a look of fear was surging like a surging wave, almost drowning them.

An extremely fierce struggle is going on in their hearts. On the one hand, the desire for life is burning like a raging fire. They long to continue living, to feel the beauty and warmth of life, and to embrace the future full of hope. On the other hand, they are extremely worried that their families will suffer misfortune because of their confession. This contradictory psychology is like a sharp knife, constantly stirring in their hearts, making them suffer so much that they are almost suffocating.