A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Haoshan must be closed, but how to close it is a question for Lu Yisheng, since he was the one who created this nightmare.

Lu Yisheng was already starving and on the verge of death, and his health was not as good as before, but he was still stubborn and refused to speak no matter how much he was asked.

The prison had no shortage of interrogation instruments, many of which Lu Yisheng had used himself.

He used them to torture prisoners to the point of wishing they were dead; today, he was finally going to experience it for himself.

Wutong winked at the guard beside her, who took a branding iron from the brazier. The tip of the iron was already heated to a reddish-brown color like charcoal. He poked it into the wood, and the wood began to emit black smoke.

The guard walked towards Lu Yisheng, who could almost imagine the burnt smell emanating from his aged flesh after it was burned. He swallowed hard, but instead of begging for mercy, he sneered.

"Go ahead and torture me. My bones won't last much longer. Once I'm dead, you'll never be able to shut down Haoshan."

Despite being a prisoner, he remains so arrogant. Perhaps only Lu Yisheng in the world possesses such formidable methods and shamelessness.

The guard hesitated and looked at Wutong. Wutong made a gesture to stop him, got up, walked to his side, and squatted down.

Lu Yisheng grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth, showing no fear.

"What? You want to kill me with your own hands? I've had enough of living, come on."

Wutong coldly pinched his face, scrutinizing it closely, as if trying to see through his aged skin to his heart.

"You went to the trouble of traveling from the modern world to the Western Dynasty just to become a bastard that everyone despises?"

One was a doctor who saved lives, while the other was a treacherous official who harmed countless people.

Which identity is better? Anyone with a brain knows the answer.

Lu Yisheng burst into laughter.

"Bastard? Who in the world doesn't know my name, Lu Yisheng, and who doesn't respectfully call me Prime Minister? In modern times, I was just a doctor, no different from those idiots in the hospital, but now? I am second only to the emperor, and my name will be remembered for eternity."

Wutong frowned.

"In your heart, is being infamous more meaningful than being unknown?"

Lu Yisheng said:

"That's right. If you can't leave your name behind, then what's the point of living a whole life? Being born, eating, sleeping, getting married and having children—it's no different from being a pig."

"You're beyond saving." Wutong looked at him with the same eyes that she would look at someone who was terminally ill.

Lu Yisheng still wore that obsessive smile.

"Say what you will, but Haoshan was built by me. Don't even think about shutting it down."

Wutong took a deep breath and withdrew her hand, saying:

"You refuse to cooperate? Then I will reveal the truth to the world and let all the people in the world know why their lives are so miserable, why they don't even have the chance to raise their children, and why they are homeless... At that time, I will take you to the marketplace and let you suffer the most severe torture in front of them."

Lu Yisheng didn't get angry; instead, he laughed.

"Fine, go ahead and do it. I'm just worried that my fame isn't big enough... Even if you kill me, more people will remember me. Even if it's infamy, my life will be more meaningful than yours."

He was like a hedgehog; no matter how you slash him with a knife or chop him with an axe, you couldn't hurt him.

If torture were to be used, Wutong was afraid that she might accidentally kill him, and she was extremely agitated.

Duan Fufeng walked to her side and gave her a "get out of the way" look.

Lu Yisheng looked at them with a mocking expression, convinced that they had no way to deal with him.

Unexpectedly, Duan Fufeng pulled out his hand from behind his back, revealing a large pair of iron pliers in his hand, while his other hand gripped his chin, forcing him to open his mouth.

Lu Yisheng was old and no match for him in strength. His mouth was forced open, drool dribbling out, and he asked indistinctly:

"What...what are you going to do?"

Duan Fufeng did not answer, his eyes were as cold as ice. He used pliers to clamp his two front teeth, and with a little force, he pulled them out.

Lu Yisheng screamed in agony, blood streaming from his gums.

Duan Fufeng threw his tooth into the brazier and pulled out another one.

Lu Yisheng screamed repeatedly. When he finally stopped, he had no teeth left and his mouth was full of blood.

Duan Fufeng threw the pliers on the ground and said coldly, "Will you talk or not?"

Lu Yisheng was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, and he was in no mood to speak.

Duan Fufeng said, "It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Someone, bring bamboo sticks."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yisheng's fingers began to tremble.

He knew exactly what these bamboo skewers were for, having used them countless times before. The pointed end was inserted under the fingernail, all the way to the base of the finger. The skin and flesh were stretched by the skewer, making it impossible to even bend the finger. It was extremely painful, but wouldn't kill the person; it was a powerful interrogation tool.

He never wants to experience that kind of pain even once in his life.

When Duan Fufeng walked towards him with a handful of bamboo skewers, Lu Yisheng shuddered and, with a mouthful of blood, finally gave in.

“It’s not that I don’t want to say it, it’s that I have no choice…” He looked at the sycamore tree and said, “You’ve been to university, so you should know that once the subterranean fire starts, it can’t be extinguished unless the coal seam underneath is completely burned out, and this burning process will last for thousands of years.”

Wutong's face immediately turned gloomy.

"Didn't you think about how to handle the aftermath before you took action?"

Lu Yisheng remained silent.

Wutong couldn't help but kick him, roaring in fury, "You beast!"

So it turns out that he didn't consider anyone else in the world as human beings at all, because he was obsessed with his own vague and illusory meaning of life!

Lu Yisheng curled up in pain, covering his toothless mouth, not daring to utter a sound.

Wutong grew angrier the more she looked at Haoshan. Realizing there was no way to shut him down, she kicked him a few more times.

Lu Yisheng felt a sharp pain in his right foot and heard the sound of bones breaking, so he screamed in agony.

Seeing that Wutong's eyes were already red, Duan Fufeng was afraid something might happen, so he sent someone to watch over Lu Yisheng while he took her out himself.

The prison was pitch black, while the outside was bathed in a bright red glow.

Standing in the palace and looking out, you can get a complete panoramic view of Phoenix, as well as the huge phoenix statue.

Wutong pressed her head and let out a long breath.

"What should we do? Do we have no choice but to give up?"

Duan Fufeng put one arm around her waist, letting her lean against his broad shoulder, and whispered:

"If all else fails, we'll try our best to take them away. They can go to southern Xinjiang, or even further afield. There's no need for them to stay here and wait to die."

Wutong shook his head, his expression somber.

"There are so many people in the Central Plains, how can we just take them all away? Besides, the people of the Southern Frontier are living well, it's not fair to them to accept so many people for no reason."

"What do you want?"

"I don't know..." Wutong leaned on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on the phoenix.

The phoenix is ​​still there, but it has never taken flight; however, the person who ordered its construction is no longer here.

She believed that Nanxing regretted his actions before he died.

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