It's not a cannonball

The counterfeit wanted that person to untie his mouth, and he promised to say everything without leaving a word.It's a pity that that devil-like person had a nasty smile on his mouth, obviously he didn't want to let him go so easily.

"You recruited so easily, how do I know if what you said is true?"

I swear I'm telling the truth!Just give me a chance!

The counterfeit is now not only afraid, but also grief and anger. The result of emotional agitation is that the rope is tied even tighter, and it feels as if he is about to be strangled by a slight movement. Hot pain and subtle itching come from the rope binding , which became more unbearable as time passed.

The mouth is astringent, the saliva is almost running dry, the rough touch of the cloth strips, even if it is still, there is a strong sense of existence.Gradually, the impostor felt that there was nothing comfortable on his body, pain and itching restricted him, and he felt that as long as he was asked to speak, he would definitely open his mouth to beg for mercy.

Sweat mixed with tears, snot mixed with saliva.Tang Xun remained unmoved by the horrific side, and continued to cut the impostor's exposed skin with a sharp knife slowly, feeling his uncontrollable trembling.

The counterfeit now secretly hated why he couldn't pass out, so that he didn't have to endure the seemingly endless torture.

It was still broad daylight outside, but the room was so dark that people’s faces could not be seen clearly. There was no light on, only a candlestick that had been placed in the corner of the room for a long time, flickering faintly, burning itself dutifully, a gust of wind blew by, and the candlelight trembled After shaking, the light in the room went out and fell into the darkness. The impostor became agitated in panic, ignoring the fierce struggle of his restrained body. Blood rushed out.

After a while, the candle that was supposed to be extinguished came back strong again. Through the light, one could see that the counterfeit who was still a bit strong before was now slumped on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with twists and turns under him. Intermittent bloodstains rubbed from the restrained chair to the ground a few steps away.

Tang Xun stood not far from him, watched him struggle leisurely, and said with a smile: "What are you earning, I won't eat you."

Although his teasing paired with a sneer on his face would only make the impostor even more terrified.

The counterfeit twisted his face, his facial features were crowded together, and the pain and psychological pressure were about to crush him. Why didn't he ask me, I would say anything.So come and ask me!

Tang Xun ignored his desire, bent down and held the clothes on the back of his neck with one hand, and threw him onto the chair with a flick of his hand.

He touched those wounds, because the bleeding was not stopped, so now it is still dripping out, the sharp point on Tang Xun's fingertips followed by stroking, scratching the wounds over and over again, making the blood flow faster, so The damage to counterfeit products is even greater.

There was a muffled groan in extreme pain, too painful to be able to make a sound. This is not a heart-piercing pain, but a pain that cannot be shaken off like a maggot attached to a bone, as if the whole person has been thrown away. Entering the sea, the sea water pervasively erodes the dilapidated body.

It just continued to open the counterfeit's wound for half an hour.When Tang Xun stopped, the impostor was already out of his mind, and he could no longer think about begging for mercy and confessing like half an hour ago. He was covered in blood, some of which were glued to the skin because of too long time.His eyes became hollow and his expression was sluggish. Tang Xun finally removed the cloth strip that prevented him from committing suicide, and untied the rope that had been soaked in blood and turned dark red.

A snap of fingers.

I saw that the counterfeit who was still exhaling more and less inhaling just now straightened his back as if he had been injected with new vitality by snapping his fingers. The blood overflowed, and the counterfeit seemed to ignore the pain that made him want to die before, as if he didn't feel it.

"Why pretend to be the prince of Nan?"

"My family is in the suburbs of Beijing. One day, Prince Nan came to my door and took me away. From then on, he threatened me to do things like him."

"The purpose of coming to Wanmei Villa this time."

"Take Ye Gucheng away, if you can't take it away, you have to delay time."

"Delay for what time?"

"The munitions and gold put into Baiyun City by the prince of the Southern Prince must be transferred before Ye Gucheng returns."

"Since you don't want Ye Gucheng to go back, why take him away forcibly."

"There is a way to go, and there is a way not to go."

"...Ye Gucheng doesn't know about the ammunition that Prince Nan's son hid in Baiyun City?"

"The son is hiding it from him."

Tang Xun heard this thoughtful face, it seems that this time he really wronged Ye Gucheng, he wanted to go wrong.Immediately, his eyes froze, and he asked: "Then he used you to do things for him, where is he himself? Also, why did Ye Gucheng never get any news about Baiyun City after he left Baiyun City? What happened to Baiyun City?" ?!"

"I... no..." The impostor's body suddenly trembled violently, his face was painful and his teeth were clenched, as if he was fighting something in his head.

Seeing this, Tang Xun immediately increased his tone: "Where is he himself?! What happened to Baiyun City?!"

The counterfeit struggled to spit out a few words: "Zaihuang... Baiyun... Ye..."

In the end, he didn't say the information Tang Xun wanted to know. After these few words, the counterfeit turned blue, foamed at the mouth, rolled the whites of his eyes, and fell limp to the ground.

Tang Xun stepped forward to explore, but he was out of breath.

He quickly walked out of the room with a solemn expression. The sun outside seemed to be shining brightly in two worlds. Tang Xun squinted his eyes.

In the main hall, several people were waiting for Tang Xun to come back. As soon as Pu saw Tang Xun's figure, he rushed up to greet him. Lu Xiaofeng asked eagerly, "How is it?"

"died."

"what?!"

"That counterfeit was given a psychological suggestion, and he died as soon as he was rushed by my order."

"...Why I understand every word, but I can't understand the combination of _."

Tang Xun cast a sideways glance at Lu Xiaofeng, and said coldly, "That means he was hypnotized, and I touched his secret, so he died."

Hearing what Tang Xun said, several people knew that this matter was serious. What was it worth Nan Wang Shizi to spend most of his energy to cultivate a person like himself, and even hypnotized him at any cost?

Tang Xun paused as if remembering something, raised his head and said to Ximen Chuuxue: "The man's body was left in that room." Then he thought for a while and continued, "...don't let the housekeeper go this time." Ximen Chuuxue slightly He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but nodded in response. After a while, several villas brought something out of the previous house.

Lu Xiaofeng looked around curiously, and saw a few strong men, who were always familiar with these things, turned pale and walked away quickly.

He became curious, took a closer look, then turned his head suddenly, and after a long silence, he walked to Lu Jiuxi's side and patted him on the shoulder silently.

Lu Jiuxi: ...? ? ?

Tang Xun ignored the eyes of others, and calmly recounted the news he asked.

The harvest was silent.

After a while, Ximen Chuixue said indifferently: "Aren't you willing to tell me? City Lord."

The author has something to say: However, today's protagonist: a counterfeit, still has no name.

In fact, Tang Xun tortured (.) the counterfeit for so long just to break his heart. Asking everything like this is the truth, without any subjective impression of the counterfeit. Does that make sense?

Psychological hints are all routines, doge face

Finally, I would like to thank Mo Yuge for my dear Throwing Thunder, Changfeng Yinge for my dear Throwing Thunder, before November and a half, my dear Throwing Thunder, Xiao Liu’s dear Throwing Thunder, and Lan Hua’s dear six mines for a moment, hugging and chewing one by one

I feel like I'm going to be drowned by thunder (*/ω＼*)