Chapter 31 Meeting Burning
[Crack—]
The sound of bones breaking.
Han Zhi was wearing silver armor, with a narrow waist and back. The military boots on his feet ruthlessly broke Xi Zuo's fingers and crushed them into powder.
The miserable howls of the prisoners in the prison echoed in the prison, mixed with strong blood and shuddering fear. He rubbed his wrists, and his ice-white hair looked out of place here.
"Recruit or not?"
Accompanied by the screams of the spies, Han Zhi spoke calmly and slowly. He waved his hand, and his subordinates beside him picked up the pile of flesh and blood on the ground and placed it on the wooden horse.
“Kill me…Kill me!”
"You beast! You motherless thing!"
"You bastard!"
Han Zhi sat back in his chair. Even though the lights in the prison were dim, at first glance, the prison warden was amazed by his appearance. But when he heard the man's roar, the curses were too ugly, so he carefully looked at Han Zhi's face, fearing that he would kill him in anger.
But Han Zhi was too calm, and there was not a trace of emotion in his eyes as bright as the sun. He tilted his head, as if the other party was not scolding him.
"Your Highness, should we try another method?" The jailer came up cautiously. This His Highness the Stone God had only been in office for a year, but he had already gotten a lot of information out of those prisoners who had been unable to be interrogated for a long time. His name as an iron-blooded man had long been known throughout the land.
If this prisoner was not so important, he really would not have dared to step forward and speak to this adult.
"Change?" Han Zhi had a blank expression on his face. He turned his head and stared into the jailer's eyes: "Why bother with such trouble for just a beast?"
The man laughed loudly: "It's just Yu Chen's dog! What kind of highness is he! How dare you call someone a beast!"
Before he could finish his words, he was frozen by the ice and turned pale, unable to speak.
Everyone was frightened and broke out in cold sweats, looking at Han Zhi's expression.
Han Zhi still had no expression on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the darkness, and no one knew what words had just angered him.
After a while, as if he had finished admiring the sight of the man being tortured, he waved his hand and the ice melted. The man's face had turned purple. He didn't look like an immortal at all, but clearly a corpse.
Han Zhi walked forward. Of course, he was careful not to freeze anyone to death.
"I could have shown you mercy and let you go quickly, but you said something you shouldn't have said." He whispered, "Do you have a son?"
He didn't wait for the man's response. In fact, he couldn't speak at all. He could only barely express his hatred for Han Zhi through his eyes: "You will recover naturally in three hours, but if you still don't tell the truth by then..."
He smiled and said, "The sun has set and it's time for dinner. You probably don't want to taste what your own son tastes like, do you?"
As the master of the Jiutu Prison, this is just a very common thing.
Over the past year, he has investigated all the cases that had been suppressed by the prison department for hundreds of years. As for interrogation methods, the techniques of Jin Kingdom are indeed the most sophisticated.
Everyone said that this new Stone God had a heart of stone and a cold mind, and no one could control him except His Majesty the Earth God.
Of course there is nothing wrong with this. If you were to ask who Han Zhi cares about the most in this world right now, it must be the Earth God Yu Chen.
He looked at the sky and promised his master to go fishing with him, so he didn't want to break the promise.
His Majesty the God of Earth has always loved fishing, and this is known to all the seven countries. Not only did he bring in pond water from the God of Water and seaweed from the God of Wood, he also got snow fish from the icy lake in the back garden of the God of Ice and put them in his own small pond.
He just fished, caught some and put them back, repeating this process until the small pond could no longer hold any more fish. Then he took two and put them into the cooking machine given to him by the Golden God, added the divine fire from Burning Embers, and roasted them for a while as dinner.
The deeper the mountain, the thicker the clouds. A verdant mist hung in the air, and the green was so thick it seemed to drip down. Han Zhi parted the vine-wrapped mountain path, and suddenly light appeared. A pond came into view, like a huge, lost piece of jade, quietly sleeping in the clear moonlight.
This world was created by the Earth God, and the space and climate are unique, as if the bright moon is always hanging high in the sky.
He swept aside the last vine and was about to ask for his master when his heart suddenly sank, almost breaking his sternum. Then he dodged without thinking and hid behind a dense clump of calamus on the shore that was as dense as an inky sword.
In the distance, Yu Chen was sitting cross-legged. The man standing next to him was dressed in black, solemn and with a cold face. He was extremely handsome.
"Is there really no way?" The man seemed dissatisfied with the other party's answer, and his eyes were like a cold and venomous tongue examining Yu Chen. Yu Chen smiled bitterly, looked at the moon and said: "The most essential difference between gods and immortals is the godhead. Shouldn't you know this clearly? I was able to save Dong Ge Mingye because his godhead was still there, and you used the soul-guiding lamp to gather his soul."
To put it bluntly, he just made a body for that kid Dong Ge Mingye.
Fen Jin was silent for a moment, then continued, "Then...why can't I gather his soul into one spot?"
"He has no godhead, and I guess his soul has already been scattered." Yu Chen knew who he was talking about, and lied with open eyes: "If you had come a year earlier, maybe there would still be hope?"
His words were somewhat hurtful and seemed to be meant on purpose. Fenjin was stunned for a long time, a little dazed, and then prepared to leave without saying a word.
Of course Yu Chen didn't allow him to leave, and shouted in Han Zhi's direction: "Disciple, the Fire God has arrived, why don't you come out to say hello?"
Han Zhi had changed his appearance long ago, now having black hair and golden eyes. He walked out slowly and saw Fen Jin again. He still couldn't help but feel afraid of him.
Yu Chen pointed at him and said with a smile: "This is my disciple. Come, Ah Yu, call me uncle."
Fen Jin frowned, glanced at Han Zhi lightly, and whispered with thin lips: "A Yu? When did you get such a disciple?"
"I've been taking him in for hundreds of years, and he's been in seclusion without you watching over him. So, what do you think of my disciple? Isn't he handsome and elegant? Do you want me to give him to you as your son?"
Yu Chen smiled and joked, and with just a few words he dispelled Fenjin's suspicion.
Han Zhi felt a little relieved. His current identity was Cheng Yu, a disciple accepted by Yu Chen four hundred years ago. The Earth God had many disciples, and many of them didn't even know each other. If they said it was hundreds of years, then it was just hundreds of years, and there was no way to verify it.
He remained calm, and for the first time, he looked Fen Jin in the eye. He was still as indifferent as ever, but Han Zhi's mood was completely different:
"Uncle Master."
He clasped his fists and saluted. He had known for a long time that Yu Chen and Fen Jin both worshipped the Sun God as their master, but he never thought that one day he would be able to call Fen Jin "Uncle Master".
The two of them seemed to have a good relationship. Fen Jin didn't say anything else, turned his eyes away from Han Zhi, and left without stopping.
"Are you scared?"
After Fen Jin's figure completely disappeared, Yu Chen patted Han Zhi's shoulder with a smile and said, "What will you do if you meet a kid from the Water God family in the future?"
"I have nothing to do with them anymore." Han Zhi said, "I am dead and gone, and all grudges are settled."
"Tsk. You're quite patient." Yu Chen shook his head. "How can I, a disciple of the Earth God, endure such humiliation? Are you afraid that if something goes wrong, no one will cover for you?"
With a serious expression, he conjured a lightning whip in his hand and handed it to Han Zhi: "Here, this is the thank-you gift that Nan Chao Wenyan gave me. It's a magic weapon that even mortals can use casually. Now I give it to you. Next time you see someone you hate, just whip him!"
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