Chapter 397: Torture Chamber

Su Qianqian didn't mind the old man following her. The house was located in a remote courtyard with three entrances. There were not many green plants in the yard. After entering the second gate, it was still quiet. There was no scenery and it was very ordinary. Even the servants could not be seen.

Su Qianqian didn't even look at the climax, she walked through the corridor and went straight to the last courtyard.

The old man's expression gradually changed until he reached the moon gate of the courtyard.

There were four burly men guarding the yard. When they saw the old man following them, they watched cautiously with their hands on their knives but did not move rashly.

"Sir, what exactly brings you here?" The old man's voice was no longer as flustered as before, but calm instead.

"A yard like this...what does your master want to do? Did the women in the family commit some serious crime that requires them to be watched by fierce guards?" Su Qianqian asked instead of answering.

"My lord, you have asked too many questions. I dare not disobey the master's orders. No old servant can enter this yard." The old man replied calmly.

"I don't care whether you go in or not, I must go in and take a look. My beloved dog... has already gone in, and I will not stop until I catch it."

Su Qianqian glanced at Ding Feng, who was squatting on the courtyard wall and looking at her with his head tilted, and spoke in a flat tone. Ding Feng then jumped in.

"Sir, you have trespassed into a private residence. If your servants do not know the limits and offend you, please do not blame me for not warning you." The old man took a step back and signaled to the man guarding the yard.

The four men drew their swords at the same time, the cold light blinding the eyes. At the same time, twenty or thirty servants rushed into the outer courtyard, and no one knew where they were hiding.

"I came to look for my beloved dog but was attacked by a vicious slave with a weapon. You don't have to hide it. Just beat him to death." After saying this, Su Qianqian took a step back and stood in a safe place.

After receiving the order, Qin Shisan and Qin Shiliu one swung the soft sword at his waist and the other drew the long knife from his back. They all realized that these people were not ordinary guards.

The brothers of Mingyue Tower are the least afraid of fighting, because they usually hide their tracks and their weapons are mostly inconspicuous. Some of them take out a pair of daggers, some have soft swords, and some have tiny meteor darts. Without further ado, they pounce on the enemy.

These guards were very skilled, but Qin Shisan and Qin Shiliu were survivors of fighting on the battlefield, so they had no extra tricks and only one goal: to kill or subdue the opponent.

Although the people from Mingyue Tower had never been to the battlefield, they were well-informed in the martial arts world. They could tell the opponent's moves with just a touch and quickly used their kung fu to restrain the opponent. Even though there were many guards, they could not gain the upper hand.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Su Qianqian just wanted to end the battle quickly and not really kill anyone. She quietly raised her hand and shot a flying needle at the old man, but she didn't expect the old man to dodge so nimbly and instead pounced towards Su Qianqian.

Su Qianqian raised the crossbow and shot at the old man's legs. At the same time, a figure appeared behind the old man, so fast that the movements could not be seen clearly. The old man groaned and knelt on the ground.

"Everyone, stop. If you don't want to lose your life in vain, put down your weapons!"

Su Qianqian shouted loudly, and the guards turned around and saw the old man kneeling there holding his legs. There was a crossbow arrow stuck in his legs, and Su Qianqian had a dagger across his neck.

The guards looked at each other and thought that even if they continued fighting, they might not be able to win, and the old man was in the hands of the opponents, so they all stopped.

"Take him in." Su Qianqian rudely ordered Jiang Baipin who suddenly appeared.

Jiang Baipin glanced at Su Qianqian, waved his head and asked a brother to drag the old man, while he followed Su Qianqian into the yard.

The inner courtyard only has three main rooms and two side rooms on each side, but this place does not look like an ordinary residence at all. The doors are covered with iron plates with copper nails on them, and so are the windows. It is even more secure than the prison in the Dali Temple.

"Open the door." Su Qianqian ordered the old man.

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "How can I have the key to the master bedroom?"

"Is this the master's bedroom? Is your master a jackal or tiger? He needs to be locked up in a place like a prison?" Su Qianqian said as she motioned Xue Ke to search him.

Xue Ke walked over without hesitation and rummaged around with her little hands. The old man didn't dare to resist, and sure enough, she found a bunch of keys.

Xue Ke got the key and tried each one. He first opened the door to the upper room, but when he pulled it, it wouldn't open.

Jiang Baipin pulled Xue Ke aside and tried to grab the door knocker, but it didn't move at all.

"You'd better open this door immediately, otherwise you will have to live in it forever." Su Qianqian threatened softly.

The old man said nothing.

Jiang Baipin walked over, the sword flashed slightly, the old man screamed, blood was dripping from his wrist, his tendons were cut.

"If this hand is useless, there is no need to keep it. Now it's your left hand, and next is your most useful right hand." Jiang Baipin's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.

The old man raised his head suddenly, finally got up, dragged one leg towards the door, pressed a few times on the rivets on the door, then reached out to pull the door, and the heavy door creaked.

The brothers from Mingyue Tower opened the door, and one of them lit a tinder, took a lantern from the door and lit it, illuminating the passage inside.

This was a stone passage, more than two meters long, connected to another door. Xue Ke went over and used one of the keys in the bunch to open the door. This time it was easy to push open, but the smell of blood that followed almost made Xue Ke vomit.

Jiang Baipin pulled Su Qianqian behind him and went in first with the lamp in hand.

There was actually no need to turn on the lights inside. There were many lamps embedded in the stone walls, making the entire room as bright as day. Therefore, people who entered could clearly see the torture instruments, which were so terrifying but polished to a shine.

[This is where Siwu Lu was killed. They tried all kinds of torture instruments on Siwu Lu...] The system, which had been silent the whole time, had an unstable voice.

【who are they? 】Su Qianqian asked in her heart.

[There was a man wearing a veiled hat. It was the old man who did the action. He called the man "master"! 】The system said while gritting its teeth.

Su Qianqian walked to the torture bed. Even though it had been thoroughly washed, the strong smell of blood mixed with other odors was still nauseating.

"Carry him up." Su Qianqian ordered.

The people at Mingyue Hall carried out the order without hesitation, placing the old man, who began to panic and beg for mercy, on the torture bed and locking him up with the iron chain beside the bed.

"I ask you a question, and you answer it. If your answer is not to my liking, I will give you all these torture instruments, so that you can have a taste of it."

Su Qianqian picked up an iron brush next to her. Each bristle of the iron brush was hard and sharp. If she brushed a person's body once...

Su Qianqian closed her eyes and held the iron brush in front of the old man: "I don't know much about torture, so I don't know how to keep you alive. It depends on whether your life is strong enough. How long you can live depends on luck."

The iron brush fell on the old man's injured leg, and the crossbow arrow was still stuck in it. Su Qianqian pulled it out, and blood gushed out. The old man screamed in pain.

"My first question is, do you know Secretary Lu from the Secretariat of the Ministry of Personnel?" Su Qianqian put the iron brush against the wound.