"Master!" Yunying stepped forward excitedly, trying to break through the fence and get in.

Gouzi immediately raised his hand to stop him, "Look carefully, your master is standing here intact, without even a scratch on his skin."

"I just gave him a little less food, but didn't let him starve. You can go back and report back without worry."

Yun Ying frowned and looked at Wen Mohan and said, "Master, don't worry, we will replace you. I'll be leaving first."

He felt very distressed when he saw his miserable appearance.

The whole person was disheveled and had no expression on his face. He looked as if he had lost all hope in life.

Yunying sighed helplessly, turned around and left, looking back every few steps.

Wen Mohan was watching from afar inside the fence, but his expression could not be seen clearly because of his messy hair.

When Yunying looked back again, he found that Gouzi had turned around and left with him.

When he could no longer see it, Yunying got back on his horse. The more he thought about it along the way, the more he felt something was wrong.

The master just saw that he was very calm, without saying a word or even showing any emotion.

This was different from what he had originally imagined, and he had wanted to say a few words.

When Yunying thought of this, she immediately turned around and headed back to the dock. "Could it be that they poisoned our master and made him mute? We must go back and find out."

drive!!

When the people from the Langya Gang saw him returning, they immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"You've already left, why are you back? You can't go any further. If you do, don't blame me for being rude!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Ying didn't move forward and immediately dismounted. "I need to see Prince Yu again. Go and inform him immediately!"

The blocking soldier frowned unhappily upon hearing this. "One meeting is enough. What's the point of wanting to see him again? You just saw it too. He was standing there unharmed. What's there to see?"

Another soldier also said: "If you have anything to say to Wen Mohan, you can tell me and I will convey it on your behalf."

Both men stopped him with their spears and showed no intention of letting him go.

Yun Ying said coldly, "I suspect the prince has been poisoned and silenced by you. Otherwise, why didn't he say a word just now?"

Upon hearing this, the soldier rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, but still asked the messenger to go in and report.

After hearing the news, the gang leader sneered, "You actually suspect that the poison has made him mute? Go make him howl a few times."

Yunying was waiting outside, his eyes fixed on the inside.

Soon after, the master was finally seen being brought out.

He was so excited that he immediately shouted, "Master, do you have anything to say to the soldiers?"

"Tell the soldiers that the king is safe." Wen Mohan finally spoke, his tone very calm, "Follow orders carefully, don't worry about me."

Yunying's heart finally relaxed after hearing the voice.

Fortunately, I was worrying too much. My master was still able to speak and was not poisoned into a mute.

The dog then shouted to him, "Now you can hear his powerful voice, can you? Now that you can hear it, hurry up and leave."

Yunying jumped on the horse, turned the horse around and rode away.

"General Shen, General Tang..." He started shouting as soon as he returned to the camp and before he even entered the tent.

After entering the tent, everyone looked at him sideways at the same time.

Yun Jian hurriedly stood up and walked over to ask, "What's the situation? Have you seen the master? How is his health now?"

Yun Ying handed the letter to Shen Hu breathlessly, then panted slightly and said, "Apart from his disheveled appearance, the prince has no other problems. He told us not to worry."

When everyone heard this, they felt relieved.

I'm glad you're okay.

I’m afraid I’ll be tortured and covered in bruises.

Whoever was captured was tortured.

Shen Hu took a look at the reply letter, which said that two-thirds of the food and grass were needed, and the same was true for the medicinal materials.

"You're asking for two-thirds! That's a huge ask!" He angrily crumpled the letter and threw it on the ground.

General Tang frowned and said, "I expected better. At least they didn't ask for everything."

"Perhaps they also know that they can't go too far, and they're afraid that it will exceed our tolerance and they will no longer care about His Highness Prince Yu."

Shen Hu heard this and was still dissatisfied: "We can't take two-thirds. How can the remaining one-third be enough for us?"

"Damn the Langya Gang! They've done so many evil things, so vicious and cruel! Once we rescue the prince, we'll beat them to a pulp!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

The mighty Dasheng court was actually controlled by the Langya Gang.

This has never happened before.

I don’t know who is helping them make medicine behind the scenes?

General Tang patted him on the shoulder and said, "General Shen, don't be angry. We don't really want to exchange food for it. Jiang Mengli has experience dealing with medicine men. She will definitely be able to solve the problem when she arrives."

…

Lingyun Mountain.

Mo Yunchen walked into the torture chamber, looked at the curled-up figure on the ground, raised the corner of his mouth with a smile and said:

"Do you know what I did just now? I used your identity to meet your attendant, and he didn't see the flaw."

Wen Mohan was in so much pain that he couldn't move. He was very angry when he heard his words, but he couldn't make any response.

The pain was so intense that it felt like being bitten by thousands of ants. I opened my mouth with difficulty and wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

His clothes were in tatters, and 80% of his skin was exposed, covered in blood.

Mo Yunchen squatted down and took a look at the injuries on his body. He soon saw something bulging in his chest, which was moving slowly.

He stroked it gently, with a slight smile on his face, and said, "It still likes this part of my chest. This will be its home from now on."

Thousands of scars were drawn on Wen Mohan's body, and then the poisonous insect was placed on him, allowing the insect to find its favorite place to live.

The mother insect is kept by Mo Yunchen, and can control his every word and action through the insect.

Mo Yunchen immediately ordered his servants, "Come here, throw him into the pool and clean him thoroughly. From now on, he will be my dog."

Two soldiers came in quickly and dragged Wen Mohan, who looked like a corpse, out of the room.

A quarter of an hour later, the soldiers dragged him to the edge of the pool.

Then he kicked the two men down with a bad temper, "Get out of here! Damn it, I'm going to give him a bath, just drown him."

The cold pool water irritated Wen Mohan's wound, causing him to almost faint from the pain.

Water poured mercilessly into the mouth and nasal cavity... The feeling of suffocation stimulated the brain, like a dying fish struggling to survive.

The soldiers pulled him out of the water by his hair, treating him like an animal.

Puff...cough cough...

Wen Mohan coughed violently and took big gulps of fresh air.

The soldiers tore his clothes into pieces and scrubbed them vigorously, no matter how many wounds he had.

ah……

Wen Mohan was in excruciating pain, and his screams echoed in the night sky, hoarse like a saw, cold and terrifying. After a moment, he fainted.

The soldiers then pulled him out of the water, wrapped him in a thin and tattered piece of clothing, and carried him back to his residence.

Mo Yunchen chuckled and glanced at it, "Send it to my room and find some clean clothes."

The soldier put him on the couch in the room and left.

Mo Yunchen walked into the room and slowly applied medicine to him and bandaged his wound. "From now on, you can call me Agou, hehe..."