Xu Jinhuan walked towards the somewhat dejected Song Shulan with a smile and asked casually, "Is there anything you want to say now?"

Li Yichang chimed in sincerely, "Brother, you'd better tell us everything now, or you'll really have a hard time later."

After listening to the two men's conversation, Song Shulan thought to herself, "Finally, this is what an interrogation should be like."

He straightened his neck and said with a look of grim determination, "Hmph, no matter how sweet your words are, I won't say a word. Just give up on that idea."

Xu Jinhuan ignored him and turned to Li Xiaoxiao, asking with a smile, "Xiaoxiao, how does it taste?"

Li Yichang sighed helplessly. Listen to what he was saying! Anyone who didn't know better would think his little one was going to eat someone!

Song Shulan thought so too. He stared in shock at the soft-looking girl not far away, his mouth agape.

He's only been gone for two years, so why are all the aristocratic families in Beijing so crazy that they're even putting human flesh on the dinner table?

Song Shulan touched the ribs on her body—oops, ribs—and felt like crying. What kind of mission did he get with his broken hands?

At this moment, Li Xiaoxiao wrinkled her small nose with a serious expression, carefully discerning Song Shulan's scent.

"Sister, it smells really strange, like a slightly burnt roasted sweet potato. It's strange, but it's not that bad."

Xu Jinhuan nodded. It seemed that she wasn't completely rotten to the core. Even if she confessed everything she knew, she wouldn't go too far.

After Ma Wencai finally finished vomiting, he pushed open the door and heard Li Xiaoxiao's words.

What? Roasted sweet potatoes? This is like an interrogation, how did it turn into a food conversation? But on a rainy day like this, eating some roasted sweet potatoes is indeed comforting.

Since everyone wants to eat, he, as the host, should at least satisfy everyone's requests.

Thinking of this, Ma Wencai left the interrogation room and went to roast sweet potatoes.

Because of the shackles, Song Shulan could only sniff the air and try to smell the surrounding scents.

What is this little girl saying? It smells like roasted sweet potato, it has no smell at all!

Wait, is this roasted sweet potato a code? Are they going to roast it like a sweet potato?

Song Shulan swallowed hard, cursing the person in charge of assigning the task in her mind. This wasn't a level three task; it was clearly level one!

If he gets back alive, he'll make the steward bleed a lot and take all the jewelry the steward has hoarded to make up for the fright he suffered.

Xu Jinhuan had no idea that the person in shackles in front of her was already lost in thought. She smiled and walked towards Song Shulan, scrutinizing her little by little.

In Song Shulan's eyes, he was like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, while Xu Jinhuan was the butcher observing the quality of the pork, choosing where to cut it to minimize the impact on the taste...

Actually, Xu Jinhuan wasn't that perverted. She was studying Song Shulan's disguise techniques, but once she started investigating, she inevitably spent more time on Song Shulan.

This led Song Shulan to misunderstand.

"Hey, I'd better let me go. I'm backed by Deyilou, and Deyilou never fails to complete a mission."

"If I fail to complete the mission and return, they will send even more powerful experts over," Song Shulan said, trying to appear calm.

"Deyilou? What kind of organization is that?"

Although Xu Jinhuan had received the body's memories, she was constrained by the people this body came into contact with, so she was not very clear about the power dynamics in the martial arts world.

Li Yichang, who was standing nearby, quickly explained.

"Boss Xu, this Deyilou suddenly appeared in Dagan territory a year ago. They claim that as long as a task is entrusted to Deyilou, it will be completed and the client will leave the building feeling satisfied."

Just as Deyilou said, Deyilou has accomplished countless tasks in the past year.

Some even joked that, if you could afford the price, Deyilou could kill the emperor and put you on the throne.

Xu Jinhuan blinked after hearing this, a hint of eagerness flashing in her eyes. "This Deyilou is so powerful. Do you know who the owner of Deyilou is?"

Li Yichang shook his head. "The owner of this Deyilou is mysterious and unpredictable. He has never shown himself in public. It is said that only the head manager has seen him, and none of the other assassins have ever seen him."

After saying that, Li Yichang glanced at Song Shulan in the corner and continued.

"The missions of Deyilou are divided into three levels. The first level is the most difficult, and usually the top assassins of Deyilou are sent out."

Secondly, there are second-tier missions, which are usually completed by silver-level assassins. The simplest missions are third-tier missions, which are generally handled by bronze-level assassins and bronze-level freelancers who are still in training.

Judging from this person's style of doing things, he doesn't seem to be a gold or silver medal assassin trained by Deyilou. Those people never give up until they achieve their goal and are best at fighting to the death.

I'm guessing he's probably a low-level freelancer who makes a living by taking on quests. Even if we send someone else for a level 3 quest, they won't be any particularly skilled fighters; our people can handle them easily."

Song Shulan's original intention was to use the name of Deyilou to scare them and get them to release her. Who knew that these people were actually full of hidden talents and even guessed his identity as a bronze-level assassin.

Speechless, utterly speechless. In this short time, Song Shulan had already decided what kind of reincarnation she should have after she died. She leaned against the corner, staring blankly at Xu Jinhuan.

After hearing Li Yichang's explanation, Xu Jinhuan became interested in Deyilou. She smiled and said, "This Deyilou is quite interesting. I must go and see it when I have the chance."

After saying that, she looked at the dejected Song Shulan and said calmly, "Now, do you have anything to say?"

Song Shulan sighed deeply, feeling that whether she stuck her neck out or not, she would still be killed, only the person killing her would be different.

The more he thought about it, the more hopeless his life seemed. It was as if dying would be a good thing, at least he wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

Thinking of this, he felt sorry for the poison in his tooth. He had spent a lot of money to prepare it for himself, and its main features were that it was highly toxic, fast-acting, and caused little pain.

He was afraid the punishment would be too horrific if he failed the mission, so he wanted to end his own life, but unfortunately he didn't get to use it.

Xu Jinhuan looked at Song Shulan in front of him and noticed that his expression was becoming increasingly gloomy, so he couldn't help but cough lightly.

This assassin's mental state is incredibly poor; she hasn't even used any of her methods yet...

Just then, an excited voice came from the doorway.

"Boss, I brought the roasted sweet potatoes you guys wanted. Come and try them while they're still hot!"

Ma Wencai carried in a jar filled with several roasted sweet potatoes and walked in with a smile.

After saying that, he started dividing up the roasted sweet potatoes.

Everyone in the room received one, even Song Shulan got a rather small roasted sweet potato.

Song Shulan looked at the still steaming roasted sweet potato in her hand, and her stomach growled at that moment.

He swallowed hard, but in the end, his appetite won out, and he cautiously took a bite.

Upon tasting the sweet aroma of the sweet potato, he suddenly burst into tears.

"Wow!"