pertwk Chapter 2318 The Long Night
Chapter 2318 The Long Night
Chapter 2318 The Long Night
After saying that, he forcibly removed the mask from Mei Wu Niang's face.
Another person stepped forward, rummaged through her body, and took all her belongings, including the two storage rings on her hand and the necklace hidden in her bosom.
This is bad. Mei Wu Niang had no way to snatch it back, so she could only cautiously ask, "Who are you? What do you want with me?"
Today is an extremely unlucky day; all sorts of evil spirits and demons are determined to find her!
“We were originally tracking Xin Song’s group, but it turns out their target is you.” The leader was in his early twenties, with an honest appearance but sharp words. “We also want to know the answers to their questions, so we came to ask Miss Tong for advice.”
Mei Wu Niang was so angry she almost ground her teeth to powder. What kind of luck was this?
"So you didn't originally come specifically for me?"
“Originally, we were targeting that group of Mou people. But since we've run into them…” the man shrugged, “why not ask them?”
“You are neither from the Mu people nor from the Heavenly Palace,” Mei Wu Niang thought to herself. “Which group do you belong to?”
If she were from the Heavenly Palace, there would be no need to interrogate her; simply take her back or execute her on the spot.
Besides, people from the Heavenly Palace have a very strong smell, and she can tell just by smelling them.
Which faction is tracking and stalking the Mu people near Lingxu City?
What other force would dare to treat the Heavenly Palace's maids like this and try to uncover the Heavenly Palace's secrets?
Could it be...?
The leader pointed around: "Miss Tong, don't you think I should be the one asking the questions in this situation? Also, is your name really Tong Yiyi? Are you really from Lingxu City?"
Mei Wu Niang felt a great alarm bell ringing in her heart.
This was her deepest secret; even the background of "Tong Yiyi" was fabricated by Cang Yan, and even the Heavenly Palace couldn't find any flaws. Why should these things of unknown origin suspect her?
But she had long been mentally prepared for this day and had rehearsed it countless times beforehand, so she remained calm and composed, only frowning as she looked at him: "If you don't believe me, why don't you investigate? Hmm, no, what does this have to do with you?"
The man then took something out of his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it on the table.
This time, Mei Wu Niang felt as if her heart had been violently clenched.
On the table was the secret letter she had sent out that afternoon!
Just to be on the safe side, she paid extra to send it by air, but unexpectedly, someone else intercepted it.
"This is the letter you sent earlier, destined for Tongshan County." The man said slowly, "It's strange. You just escaped from the tiger's den, and instead of reporting to the Heavenly Palace, you disguised yourself and wrote a letter to an unrelated place."
"Our god knows everything, and of course he knows I am here. I will report to Him myself!" Mei Wuniang's eyebrows shot up. "You dare to neglect the Heavenly Palace, and that is a death sentence!"
After a few pauses, the other party said, "The 'Divine Gaze' on you has been severed, and even the gods are unaware of your whereabouts. If something happens to you, the gods will also be kept in the dark."
Mei Wu Niang blinked, looking completely bewildered: "What? You said it was severed?"
This young girl is quite old, but she's incredibly stubborn. "You won't talk unless I use some tricks."
Mei Wu Niang immediately shouted "Help!" but the surroundings were quiet and no one responded. She didn't know what these people had done to the inn.
Four or five people immediately rushed forward.
These people are highly skilled; Mei Wuniang struggled to deal with even one of them, let alone all five of them attacking together.
She was subdued in no time.
Without wasting words, the leader grasped her slender left hand and applied pressure little by little.
Tong Yiyi's face was contorted in pain.
The leader deliberately prolonged her pain, slowly, slowly, for more than twenty breaths before finally breaking her wrist!
This delayed pain is more than ten times more intense than simply breaking your wrist.
Tong Yiyi's face was deathly pale, large beads of sweat kept dripping down her face, and she even bit her lip until it bled, but she didn't give up threatening him.
The excruciating pain struck her, and she screamed, nearly fainting on the spot.
but.
These people gave her a pill beforehand to protect her heart and vital energy, preventing her from going into shock or fainting during the torture and wasting their time.
The leader grabbed her other hand and laughed, "Doing the same thing with this hand is too boring. Let's try something different. I'll pull all your nails off for you. Look, several of them were already broken."
Mei Wu Niang had just struggled in pain, breaking several of her fingernails in the process.
Her hair was soaked with sweat, but she gritted her teeth and said to the leader, "If you want to hear the truth, at least call your master out!"
The leader didn't move: "What did you say?"
“When you speak to me, you always take a beat or two.” Mei Wu Niang stared at him and said, “So who is actually talking to me? Who are you acting as a mouthpiece for?”
The leader was about to speak, but then stopped abruptly and remained silent.
This state is more like listening to instructions.
After a long while, he sat up straight and changed his tone: "What a perceptive little girl, what a pity."
This doesn't sound like something he would say.
Mei Wu Niang's heart pounded: "What a pity?"
The leader didn't answer, but gestured with her chin to the person next to her: "Pull out all her nails, slowly."
When it comes to torture, a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one.
The man took out a cloth cover and slowly unfolded it on the table. Seventeen or eighteen kinds of torture instruments were strapped to it. Strangely, although each one was wiped spotless, as soon as the cloth cover was opened, everyone could smell a strong stench of blood.
He took out a pair of tweezers and slowly pinched Mei Wu Niang's little fingernail. Blood seeped from the wound onto the table.
Mei Wu Niang bit her lips until they bled, but she still chuckled as she watched his actions.
Her change in expression surprised the leader: "What are you laughing at?"
“Your movements weren’t steady enough.” She turned to point at the executioner. “You didn’t apply even pressure, so the fingernail wasn’t removed intact. Are you a rookie on your first mission?”
The executioner tensed his jaw.
As they plucked the third fingernail, Mei Wuniang's expression grew increasingly relaxed. If it weren't for the occasional throbbing of the veins on her forehead, the leader would have thought his subordinates were giving her a manicure.
“The executioners you brought are no good.” Her mask had been removed, and her face, stained with blood, resembled a blood-red azalea, both mad and beautiful. “You can’t just pull out fingernails; this kind of pain is something you can get used to. Back then, when I dealt with the accomplices of my father’s killer, it only took me half a quarter of an hour to make them run for their lives, screaming like pigs being slaughtered for the New Year!”
When the third fingernail was pulled off, she merely blinked slightly. Just as she herself said, she had not only gotten used to it, but even enjoyed it to some extent.
The leader stared at her and said, "It's unwise to provoke me like this."
Mei Wuniang laughed, her teeth stained red with blood: "I learned from a very young age to completely detach myself from the pain and sensations my body experiences."
(End of this chapter)