Return of the Pearl

An Yi's icy gaze fell on Zhang Da Ying like a cold blade, and the cruel smile on the corner of his mouth was like the grin of a devil crawling out from the depths of hell. He walked slowly towards the torture rack, casually stretched out his hand, and picked up a torture instrument that was flashing with cold light. In the light of the candle, the torture instrument exuded a creepy breath, as if the messenger of death was waving a scythe.

An Yi walked towards Zhang Da Ying with slow and heavy steps. Each step was like a heavy hammer hitting the evil spirit's heart, making him feel immense pain and torment. He came in front of Zhang Da Ying and gently placed the gloomy torture device on her body, then applied a little force. Zhang Da Ying instantly let out a painful groan, the sound was like the cry of a night owl, shrill and desperate.

There was no mercy or tenderness in An Yi's eyes, only endless coldness and cruelty. He began to slowly increase the strength of the torture instruments. Zhang Da Ying's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and big beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her body trembled involuntarily, like a candle in the wind, and she let out painful howls from her mouth. The sound seemed to tear apart people's souls, making people shudder and feel fear in their hearts.

An Yi had no intention of stopping. He continued to increase his strength. Zhang Da Ying's body began to twist and deform. Her eyes became dull and lifeless, as if she was on the verge of life and death. But An Yi still did not let her go and continued to torture her cruelly.

After a long time, An Yi stopped. The whip was covered with Zhang Da Ying's blood, which dripped onto the ground like blooming blood-red flowers, gorgeous and shocking. "What do you think? Do you want to confess?" An Yi's voice was as cold as ice, and he asked with a hint of joking.

Just as Chi Mei was about to speak, the Holy Envoy's instructions suddenly flashed through his mind. His heart tightened, his teeth clenched, and his eyes revealed determination and resoluteness.

Seeing that Chi Mei didn't react, An Yi waved his hand and casually threw the whip aside, a cruel smile on his face, "Well, I haven't had enough fun yet! Let's try a more cruel punishment."

An Yi walked back to the torture rack. His eyes slowly swept over the torture instruments and finally stopped on a torture instrument shaped like a scorpion. He stretched out his hand and slowly picked up the torture instrument. The torture instrument was pitch black and flashed with cold light. The tail was as sharp as a thorn, as if it could easily pierce a person's body.

An Yi brought the scorpion torture instrument in front of Zhang Da Ying, with a cruel smile on his lips. His eyes were full of violence and coldness. He swung it lightly, and the scorpion's tail stretched out like a poisonous snake, stabbing Zhang Da Ying's body fiercely.

Zhang Da Ying let out a shrill scream. Her body was shaking violently, her face was getting paler, veins popped out on her forehead, and it was twisted in pain. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair, and she regretted it deeply. Why did she end up in such a desperate situation? This man was simply a devil.

An Yi watched all this with great enjoyment. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with an intoxicated expression on his face. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the scorpion torture device, as if communicating with it.

Then, An Yi picked up an iron hook-shaped torture instrument. He slowly hooked the iron hook into Zhang Da Ying's flesh, and then pulled it hard, leaving a long blood mark. Zhang Da Ying's screams became more and more tragic, and her consciousness began to blur, but An Yi had no intention of stopping. He kept changing various cruel torture instruments and tortured Zhang Da Ying endlessly.

An Yi carelessly threw the torture instrument stained with Zhang Da Ying's flesh and blood into the cell of the evil spirit as if it were a useless object. The bloodstains on the torture instrument splashed on the ground, forming shocking blood flowers.

"What? Still don't want to say anything?" An Yi's voice was as cold as ice, mixed with a hint of teasing and cruelty.

Chi Mei watched Zhang Da Ying struggling in pain under torture, his eyes almost spitting fire, and the anger in his heart surged like a raging wave. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, and he wished he could rush out immediately to fight An Yi to the death.

Finally, amidst the inner struggle and torment, Chi Mei could no longer hold back. His voice trembled with anger, "If I confess, will you let the Holy Envoy go?"

Zhang Da Ying's consciousness was a little fuzzy at this time. She raised her head with difficulty and looked at Chi Mei, her eyes full of despair and sorrow. When she heard Chi Mei's words, she shouted with all her strength: "Don't confess. Even if you confess, he will not let us go, and we will definitely die!" After that, she fell heavily to the ground again, her breath weak as a thread.

Chi Mei's heart, which had been somewhat loosened, closed tightly again after hearing Zhang's words of agreement. At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and helplessness.

An Yi was not moved at all, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a cruel smile, as if he was mocking their naivety and stupidity. He knew that Chi Mei's psychological defenses had collapsed and he was not far from confessing, so he used an even more cruel punishment, torturing Zhang Da Ying even more severely in front of Chi Mei.

An Yi took down a torture device shaped like an evil spirit from the torture rack. The mouth of the torture device was wide open, as if it wanted to devour a person's soul. An Yi slowly brought the torture device closer to Zhang Da Ying. The fangs on the torture device flashed with cold light, which made people shudder. An Yi pulled it suddenly, and the fangs of the torture device pierced deeply into Zhang Da Ying's body, and then began to rotate and pull frantically.

Zhang Da Ying's screams echoed in the cell. Her body was torn to pieces by the torture instruments. Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the entire cell red. Her eyes gradually became empty and lifeless, and her life slowly faded away in pain.

The demon could no longer bear it, and he roared out those two words at the top of his lungs: "I confess!"

After hearing this, An Yi stopped what he was doing and raised a sinister and cruel smile on his lips, "If you had done this earlier, she wouldn't have to suffer so much. Why bother!"

The demon looked at the wounded Zhang Da Ying and shouted anxiously, "Hurry up and get someone to treat his injuries. I'll tell you everything I know!"

An Yi waved his sleeve lightly, and the other secret guards moved quickly like ghosts. They treated Zhang Da Ying's wound in an orderly manner, and their movements were so skillful as if they had done this countless times. In fact, An Yi's moves were extremely measured. Although Zhang Da Ying's injuries looked shocking, her life was not in danger. It just made her suffer more pain.

The demons revealed who their leader was, why they rebelled, and all the details, including the leader's hiding place, and the ins and outs of their cooperation with Yongbi, without reservation, without omitting a single detail.

An Yi took the confession and left the cell without looking back, leaving Chi Mei alone in the bloody cell, immersed in endless pain...