A lightning strike transmigrated Zu An into another world. In that world, he was known as the tr*sh of Brightmoon City, but for some reason, he was married to the gorgeous and highly talented daugh...
Following Guo Zhi inside, Zu An looked around at this so-called Heavenly Prison.
This is not a professional prison, but a temporary place in the palace to hold prisoners. It has one floor above ground and many floors underground.
As you descend the winding stairs step by step, the sunlight disappears, and you can feel the cold, damp atmosphere of the prison cell.
The surrounding walls were made of huge stones, neatly stacked, with some magic arrays faintly engraved on them.
It cut off the way people could dig tunnels in from the outside, and also isolated earth-elemental cultivators from earth-based escape techniques.
Looking at the various instruments of torture along the way, with faint traces of dark red, clearly the blood of prisoners, there was an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere.
Guo Zhi led Zu An down the road, and just then, they heard shouts from inside that someone wanted to confess.
Guo Zhi's face lit up with ecstasy, and he rushed inside, not even bothering to greet Zu An.
Zu An frowned and hurriedly followed.
Then, the faint sounds of other people cursing could be heard coming from inside:
"Spineless coward, I spit on you!"
"How can you face all those brothers who died like this?"
"After all the years of your master's meticulous teaching, this is how you repay her?"
...
It was also mixed with all sorts of vulgar curses, and all of that person's immediate female relatives were comforted many times.
Guo Zhi snorted coldly, took the leather whip from the side, and lashed out: "Shut up, all of you!"
The voices of those people indeed lowered. They had been tortured every day, and they were already exhausted. They had only cursed loudly in a moment of anger. Now that their anger had dissipated, they could no longer curse.
At this moment, Guo Zhi had his men take one of them to the quiet room next door, and Zu An followed curiously.
Guo Zhi glanced at him but said nothing. This was someone introduced by the Crown Princess. Since the Crown Princess trusted him, he was one of their own.
Zuan looked at the young man covered in blood and dirt, and his expression immediately became strange. It turned out to be an old acquaintance.
This is Qiu Honglei's senior brother, Gu Yueyi, whom I met in Mingyue City before.
At this moment, Gu Yueyi also saw him, and his expression became extremely interesting.
Guo Zhi, who was standing next to him, snorted heavily: "You just said you were going to confess, now you can confess."
Gu Yue's eyes darted around, and she immediately pointed at Zu An, saying, "He..."
"What do you mean, 'what'?" Zuan walked out with a smile, casually straightening his clothes as if brushing off some dust.
Gu Yueyi's gaze fell on the jade pendant at his waist. In an instant, her expression was a mixture of shock, fear, and joy. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have found it hard to imagine that the same person could have so many expressions in a single moment.
"What's wrong with him?" Guo Zhi asked, somewhat suspiciously.
Gu Yue came to her senses and asked, "Who is he? What is he doing here?"
Guo Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and said directly, "You don't need to know who he is, he's someone I can trust. Just tell me what you want to confess."
Gu Yueyi then said, "I really meant to say, please stop hitting us. We've said everything we need to say. It really was King Qi who ordered us to do this."
Guo Zhi laughed angrily, "Are you fucking playing me?"
He never expected that the other party would specifically call him out, and as he spoke, he was so angry that he lashed out with a leather whip and lashed him until he howled.
"We really have confessed, Lord Guo, why don't you believe us?"
"You fucking tricked me!"
"Ah...ah..."
Seeing Gu Yueyi screaming in agony and glancing repeatedly in his direction, Zu An knew it was about time. He coughed lightly and stepped forward, saying, "General Guo, why don't you let me handle these worthless bones?"
"You're here?" Guo Zhi was somewhat suspicious. He had interrogated him for so many days without getting any meaningful information, and he had just been tricked. He really couldn't believe that Zu'an had any solutions.
“Trying it out won’t hurt them.” Zuan said sincerely.
Guo Zhi remembered the purpose of the Crown Princess sending him and handed over the leather whip in his hand: "It's alright, beat them as much as you want, train them hard... it won't matter if they lose a little flesh."
Zuan's eyelids twitched. Could this guy please stop punctuating so strangely?
After Guo Zhi left, Zu An had the jailer carry Gu Yueyi, who was covered in mud, back to the outer cell. Inside, several people were tied to wooden frames and were being tortured by the jailer.
One of them was tall and thin, with reddish hair; he was none other than Huo Sanren, whom we had seen on the way to the capital.
The other man had a full beard, and even though he was imprisoned, he still exuded a powerful aura. He should be Sun Lüzhen, the elder of the sect that Yun Jianyue had mentioned.
Some lay scattered in distant cells, covered in blood, their fate unknown.
Zuan was somewhat impressed. Although he had previously criticized the members of the Demonic Cult for being selfish, these people had endured so much torture and still hadn't betrayed Yun Jianyue. It seemed they still held onto their own beliefs.
"Traitor, you dare to come back? I'll haunt you even as a ghost!" Sun Luzhen was so excited when he saw Gu Yueyi that he made a move as if to pounce on her, causing the chains on his body to rattle as if they were about to break free at any moment.
"Still not behaving yourself!" A jailer next to him lashed out with a whip. Sun Luzhen screamed and dared not struggle anymore, only staring intently at Gu Yueyi.
Gu Yueyi, who was standing to the side, hesitated, glanced at Zu An and the jailer beside him, and ultimately said nothing.
Zuan glanced curiously at the whip in the jailer's hand. There were faint magic circles flowing on it, which looked similar to Xiao Zhao's Howling Whip. It could amplify people's pain, no wonder even a tough guy like Sun Luzhen couldn't hold on.
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