Chapter 198 Searching for Yuan Jiu with Remaining Bones

Inside the prisoner-of-war camp, candlelight flickered.

It wasn't that the demons were too kind to provide tents for the prisoners; it was simply because the poisonous rain from this poisonous forest was still relentless, and if the prisoners were tied up and thrown outside, they would easily die before they could be properly interrogated.

In the dim light, Ying Lang lifted the curtain and entered the tent. Without looking at the prisoner tied to the ground, he quickly walked up to the alchemist and whispered, "Take this one who took poison out and deal with him first."

The alchemist looked up in surprise, and Ying Lang nodded affirmatively.

Separate interrogations, uncertainty about life and death, and immense psychological pressure.

"Alright, I'll take this demon out and ask him some questions. If all else fails, I'll just kill him first."

The alchemist casually pulled the silver needles from the unconscious prisoner's body, sized up the demon, found a place to strike, and, ignoring the resentful glares of the other prisoners, dragged the demon by the hair and left.

As soon as he went out, the prisoners' eyes turned to Ying Lang.

Ying Lang smiled and said, "Now it's our turn."

Su Yu and Feng Huaijin returned to the camp. This time it wasn't in the dead of night, but only shortly after nightfall.

Although they didn't find the demon, the two of them set up a shielding array for the poisonous forest, making it a place where people could enter but not leave. This way, they wouldn't have to worry about the demon escaping, nor would they have to worry about A Yao, who somehow managed to sneak in, escaping.

Inside the camp, the Yuan siblings are now approaching them. The two sides meet and discuss the results of their respective searches for the demon and interrogations.

Hmm... there's not much progress.

In other words, Su Yu's side had set up an array so there was no need to worry about the demon escaping and not being able to find it. The mercenary group learned some characteristics of the escapees from Ying Lang, as well as various true and false information from the prisoners, all of which pushed the blame onto the mercenary group's competitors.

"Haha," Yuanwu chuckled dryly, trying to comfort both his own side and the enemy, "Interrogation and demon-catching sometimes really do depend on the right time and place. We were just ambushed last night, so the right time and place probably haven't been right for the next few days."

Su Yu: "...You're right."

He suspected that Renhe was on Su Yao's side, who was very likely to get involved.

When Feng Huaijin heard Su Yu say that was right, he silently nodded in agreement.

Yuan Jin kicked the dirt off his feet: "How about we switch? Ying Lang is off to conduct another interrogation, so you can go check on his progress."

Su Yu did not refuse: "Okay, we'll go take a look."

He's incredibly good at interrogation.

The two sides then parted ways.

Yuan Wu also called over a mercenary to lead Su Yu and Feng Huaijin to the prisoner's camp.

But in front of the next tent, they bumped into the alchemist from the mercenary group, who was squatting on the ground talking to Mo Xu, who seemed to be a prisoner.

"Hey, say something! Better to live a wretched life than die a good death. What's your relationship with the demon who ordered you around? Why are you going to such lengths? You can always find a new employer after betraying your old one. Let me tell you, this antidote is only temporary. If you don't talk, then... wait, I forgot you swallowed the poison yourself. Tsk tsk, you're really not afraid of death. In this respect, I still respect you as a hero..."

As he spoke, he poked the prisoner lying on the ground, whose body was paralyzed, with humiliation and despair in his eyes. He seemed to doubt the existence of the demon.

Hearing the commotion of demons behind him, the young alchemist turned around, smiled brightly, and waved to them: "Greetings, seniors! Hello, Brother Da! Are you here to see the interrogation results? I'm interrogating him right now! Brother Ying Lang is interrogating those inside."

Feng Huaijin: ...

Is this how your mercenary group conducts interrogations? No wonder you can't get anything out of them.

The prisoner asked softly, "...?"

Was that little devil interrogating him just now?

After greeting the prisoners, the young alchemist glanced down at them with concern and muttered to himself, "I wonder what the combined effect of my homemade semi-effective antidote and your poison pill will be. Ah, it will probably cause excruciating pain in my internal organs, but a hero is not afraid of death, so he should be able to endure it?"

The prisoner's eyes widened, and he coughed up blood.

"Ah! The side effects shouldn't be happening so quickly!" The young alchemist exclaimed in shock, rushing closer to examine the patient. He didn't forget to say to Su Yu and Feng Huaijin, "Seniors, please go ahead and take a look. I'll treat him!"

The mercenary, whom the alchemist called Brother Da, couldn't bear to look at them and looked away. He then said to Su Yu and Feng Huaijin, "Gentlemen, let's go."

Su Yu took a deep breath, responded, and quickly pulled Feng Huaijin away from the scene.

This prisoner should have been thrown out for the little alchemist to play with, right?

Inside the prisoner-of-war camp, after confirming that Yuan Wu and Yuan Jin were far away, Ying Lang sat down with the prisoners who were tied up and sitting on the ground without any hesitation, and said earnestly, "Why did you make such a commotion? Now look what happened, you couldn't win a fight and you've been captured. How are you planning to escape?"

“…wait for rescue,” the prisoner he was leaning against said in a muffled voice, “There were demons watching us the whole time, so we couldn’t send any messages.”

Ying Lang rolled his eyes: "I've sent the message. You guys better wait for someone to come and rescue you. Those two gentlemen aren't here, and we don't know when they'll be back. Hurry up and leave."

He said casually and nonchalantly, "Otherwise, starting tomorrow, the interrogation will involve torture instruments. Tsk, I don't know if you can withstand it, just don't give me away."

The prisoner who was talking to him was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was much more serious: "You wouldn't have said such things before."

Ying Lang seemed to chuckle: "Then what would I have said before? That I would have done everything in my power to protect you? That criticizing the demon race would be too cruel?"

The prisoner did not answer directly, but only asked, "Do you know your identity?"

Ying Lang replied casually, "Of course."

He didn't want to chat with this colleague, whom he wasn't really that familiar with, any longer. After picking up the communication stone and glancing at it again, he slipped a sharp crystal shard into the prisoner's hand, which was tied behind his back. The shard was enough to cut the specially made ropes binding them.

"When things get chaotic outside, just run away in the confusion. Remember to return my magic stones later. These ropes are worth quite a bit, and it's a real shame that they were damaged because of you."

The leader among the prisoners who was speaking to him heard him say this, and a vein throbbed on his forehead: "Whose side are you on, anyway?"

"Guess what," Ying Lang chuckled, propping himself up to stand and looking down at him, "I'm leaving. I'll go out and tell them that you've all come from the spirit world. Don't get caught this time you escaped."

Just then, the sound of footsteps and voices came from outside the tent.

"This is it. You two can go straight in."

"Okay, thank you."

The tent flap was lifted.

Ying Lang's expression changed, and he kicked the prisoner in a stern face.

Frustrated but cooperative, he fell to the ground and rolled over once.

But his eyes were cursing the demons, and his mouth was cursing too. So what if the prisoners were cursing? This is called boosting our morale!

"Fuck you, if you've got the guts, kill me!"

Ying Lang, you son of a bitch!

Other prisoners: ...

Quietly diminishing their presence.

The two demons, who had just entered the tent, paused.

Su Yu suddenly felt a silence.

Feng Huaijin raised his hand and covered his ears.

It's best to keep your brother away from foul language.

Feng Huaijin responded coldly, "This demon speaks so energetically, let's cut out his tongue."

The prisoner leader stared wide-eyed.

What kind of devil is this, cutting off people's tongues right away!

Su Yu gently pulled his hand down: "Alright, it hasn't come to this yet."