Jiang Tian walked over.
The other wolf guards saw Jiang Tian walk towards Murong Xingchen.
"You've got it wrong, I am the leader of the Wolf Guard."
"You despicable and shameless bastards of the Great Xia Dynasty, come at me with whatever tricks you have up your sleeve."
"If I even frown, I'm not a hero."
"If you have the guts, come at me. Do whatever you want with me."
"Eighteen years later, I'll be a hero again."
These wolf guards struggled desperately.
The more the wolf guards struggled, the tighter the ropes binding their hands became.
Jiang Tian pointed to the stool and snapped his fingers at the Imperial Guards.
"Put this guy down and tie him to this chair."
"promise……"
Several Imperial Guards quickly stepped forward and put Murong Xingchen down.
The other wolf guards struggled even more desperately.
"If you have any problems, come at us."
"What are you bastards doing?"
"Come at us."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Tian snorted coldly: "Don't worry, none of you will escape."
[Ding, Murong Xingchen's rage value +2356]
[Ding, Lin Huliang's rage value +556]
[Ding, Gao Fengtian's rage value +122]
[Ding, Murong Meng's rage value +965]
【bite,……】
The system notification sounded again.
"You are Murong Xingchen." Jiang Tian glanced at Murong Xingchen, who was bound hand and foot to a bench.
Just now, Murong Xingchen was struggling desperately.
At that moment, the guy immediately became obedient.
He looked at Jiang Tian with a terrified expression.
Since he became a wolf guard, their names have basically been no longer used.
During the Wolf Guard operation, they used code names.
Only their Grand Marshal Murong Chui knew the name Murong Xingchen.
Besides him, only his sister Murong Hanyue knew about it.
In his view.
Neither Murong Chui nor his sister, Murong Hanyue, would ever reveal his identity.
But how does Jiang Tian know his name?
From the night before last when they launched the assassination attempt until now.
One inexplicable thing after another happened.
"Tie several ropes around his neck and several ropes around his forehead. Make sure he can't move."
The Embroidered Uniform Guard acted swiftly.
They tied Murong Xingchen tightly to a long bench that weighed several hundred pounds.
"Whatever I ask you, what do you say? If you say something wrong, you know what the consequences will be."
Murong Xingchen didn't speak; his eyes were expressionless, displaying an indifferent attitude.
"My lord, this guy is acting like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water. Let me give him some severe torture first, and see if these bastards still dare to be so arrogant."
"Go and get a bucket of water."
"Yes..." Several Imperial Guards didn't know what Jiang Tian was going to say.
They still brought over several buckets of water.
"Bring over a dozen more pieces of rags."
Soon, Jiang Tian threw all the dozen or so pieces of rag into the bucket.
The rags were quickly soaked when thrown into the bucket.
Jiang Tian fished a rag out of the bucket and wrung it out.
"How many of you are still here in the capital?"
Murong Xingchen remained silent.
Jiang Tian simply covered his face with the tattered cloth.
Soon, the guy couldn't breathe properly.
But the tattered cloth allowed him to breathe a little.
The tiny water droplets seeping through the gaps in the rag were extremely fine.
With each breath he took, the rest of his lungs were inhaled by this guy.
Small water droplets got into my lungs, and it made me feel quite uncomfortable.
Murong Xingchen coughed incessantly.
Jiang Tian then fished out a rag from the bucket, wrung it out gently, and stuck it to Murong Xingchen's face.
The two pieces of cloth were intertwined.
Murong Xingchen felt like she couldn't breathe.
The guy was panting heavily.
But I couldn't breathe at all.
He stuck out his tongue, trying to pry the cloth open.
But both pieces of cloth were soaked with water and stuck firmly to his face without leaving a single gap.
Murong Xingchen tried her best, but couldn't pry open the two pieces of cloth with her tongue.
The guy's face turned bright red from holding it in.
Jiang Tian quickly fished out a rag from the bucket, wrung it out, and stuck it to his face.
Murong Xingchen felt the cloth covering her face getting heavier and heavier.
He knew he couldn't pry open the rags with the tip of his tongue, so he used his last bit of strength to try and suck the rags into his mouth.
As long as there is a small gap, he can breathe in the air.
However, these three layers of rags were quite thick.
Even when he was holding it in until his face turned red and then purple.
He still couldn't get the three rags into his mouth.
Murong Xingchen felt a sudden darkness before her eyes.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the three wet rags covering his face.
However, his neck and forehead were firmly secured to the large bench below with ropes.
At this moment, Murong Xingchen was unable to move.
He could only sense the approach of death drawing ever closer.
Death has already gripped Murong Xingchen's throat.
He had never felt so afraid.
Even if he were to climb mountains of knives or plunge into boiling oil, or even if he were to be cut and slashed with knives, he would not be so afraid.
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