"Situ, come here." Ye Heng nodded and listened from the side.

Situ Yue raised her eyebrows, thinking that Ye Zijun was the same except that he talked more when he was with Liu Qinghuan.

Things like this that require speaking are his job.

"Since Xiuye ​​is here to see something new, why not let Xiuye ​​have a taste of it?" Situ Yue's voice as gentle as a mountain spring sounded like thunder in the spy's ears, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Seriously?" Yun Yan rubbed his hands excitedly and stepped forward. "I don't have much experience, so please don't be offended if I hurt you later."

Yun Yan's tone sounded as if the two of them were playing some kind of game, and the more so, the more frightening it became.

After Yun Yan finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back, picked through a pile of torture instruments, and found a pack of silver needles.

He waved at Yutang and asked, "Are you familiar with this Yutang?"

Yutang: ...

He took one out and there was still blood on it from last time.

Yun Yan threw it aside in disgust: "It's too dirty."

He picked up another pair of pliers, turned to Hongguang and asked, "What is this used for?" Then he handed the pliers to Hongguang.

Hongguang took it and understood clearly: "Your Highness, please take a look."

As he spoke, he took a pair of pliers and pulled out the delicate fingernail.

"Hongguang, this is unprofessional of you." Yutang stepped forward and took the pliers from Hongguang's hand, and also grabbed the delicate nail.

As he pulled out the nails, he explained, "They say the fingers are connected to the heart. The pain of peeling the nails is unbearable for ordinary people. Your Highness picked this one right away. You are truly gifted."

He continued, "However, this torture is also very particular. I believe that Your Highness is merciful, and Brother Hongguang has no experience. Look at this, whip it, press it, until the nail and the flesh are still connected. Finally, pry it off and pull it out like this. This is the most perfect way to perform this torture."

After saying that, he used the most perfect spell to pry out the spy's fingers. The spy finally couldn't hold back any longer and cried out "Ah". His face turned pale with pain and was covered with sweat.

"Hey, I did learn that. I wonder if there's anything else you can learn? Tell me about it."

Yutang threw the bloody nails on the ground again and returned the pliers to Hongguang, as if she was afraid of dirtying his plain clothes.

"If I were to tell His Highness, I would have to mention my most skilled form of torture, flaying."

After Yu Tang finished speaking, the person hanging behind him shuddered noticeably.

"Oh? Is there something special about this?"

"The so-called 'cutting into pieces' is about leaving the victim with a breath before the last cut. That's what torture is all about."

"I wonder if there is any particular requirement as to how many cuts are needed?" Yun Yan looked curious.

"A more sophisticated method would require 3,600 cuts, with each cut making the meat evenly thick. However, I have developed a time-saving method that requires 1,000 cuts, and I'll show it to Your Highness when I have a chance." Yu Tang and Yun Yan sang in unison, which really scared the people behind them half to death.

Situ Yue finally spoke up: "If you can provide some useful information, I will leave your body intact."

The spy seemed a little hesitant, opened his mouth but said nothing.

Yun Yan stroked his chin and said, "Cousin, I've heard that some prisoners bite themselves to make themselves look decent before being tortured. Why is this guy waiting for us to torture him today?"

"Little spy, how can you have poison?" Ye Heng said coldly.

"I see. Then you probably don't have much information. Why not give it to me and let Yutang show off his skills?"

Yun Yan raised his eyebrows and threatened.