Hanging on the walls of the room were various torture instruments, including clamps and whips. Frightening torture instruments like tiger benches and guillotines were placed everywhere.

At this time, a small official took out a roll of cotton thread, looked at the man tied to the wooden frame, and said sinisterly: "Sir Yao, Wei Dugong sent a message, asking us to interrogate you as soon as possible, but seeing that you are uncooperative, we have no choice but to use this." As he spoke, he tied Yao Zongwen's fingers and toes behind his back with a thin rope and pulled them apart.

At this moment, Yao Zongwen looked like a guzheng suspended in the air, and the ropes tied to it were the "guzheng strings".

Unable to move, Yao Zongwen knew in his heart that this was the most dreaded torture in the East Factory - the rat-playing zither. He was gambling that he could withstand it.

"Master Yao, we are kindly reminding you that the sound of rats playing the zither is not something that ordinary people can bear!" Seeing that Yao Zongwen was as silent as a dead dog, the clerk became furious and hit the taut thin rope with a wooden stick, making it make a "bang bang" sound.

At the first blow, Yao Zongwen was instantly covered in cold sweat.

The second time, his teeth bit off a piece of flesh from his lip.

The third time, his little finger was dislocated. Yao Zongwen was sweating profusely and began to wail.

"Ah!" Screams one after another reached Wei Zhongxian's ears from the torture chamber. He sneered, "Some people, if you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty."

After a while, the young official ran towards Wei Zhongxian excitedly: "Superintendent, I confess!"

"Okay!" Wei Zhongxian's face showed joy. He turned and walked towards the cell, saying loudly, "Let's go and take a look."