Lu Chuan reached out to pat his head, but then suddenly felt it wasn't appropriate, so he patted his shoulder instead: "Changjue, did you build this place?"
He looked around, referring to the dungeon.
Lu Huai whispered "Yes," his voice so soft it was like the buzzing of a fly.
Lu Chuan chuckled and shook his head: "So you're here to interrogate people now?" He looked at the two cells in the corner, each containing a man in black.
It was the black-clad men who came to assassinate him that night, but were almost wiped out by Lu Huai.
"Mm," Lu Huai responded softly. Then, feeling it wasn't quite right, he looked up and nodded again, replying, "Exactly."
Lu Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, becoming curious.
Having served in the army for many years, he needed to be vigilant day and night, so his hearing was unmatched by ordinary martial artists. Tonight, he had just fallen into a light sleep when he heard faint footsteps not far away. He immediately got up and followed them, only to discover the secret passage and the dungeon.
Numerous black-clad guards stood watch, yet not one drew their sword against him, the intruder. Even the guard standing beside him, who appeared to be their leader, addressed him as "Young Master Changliu."
He was initially wary, but when he saw that they really had no intention of killing him, he lowered his guard.
The footsteps he heard must have come from the black-clad guards in the dungeon.
Over the years, he has been away fighting, rarely seeing Changjue. Whenever he is home, he is always playing around, causing trouble, and being chased all over the yard by his father. I have never seen him seriously interrogating prisoners.
Thinking of this, he took a step to the side and made an inviting gesture: "I'll be watching closely, brother."
Lu Huai pursed his lips slightly, walked past him, and headed towards the two prison cells.
The first thing I saw were two people bound tightly to a cross, their bodies covered in wounds, their heads drooping limply.
Lu Huai's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Bring the person out."
Upon hearing this, the shadow guards at both entrances opened the doors and threw the two men onto the straw-covered ground.
Seeing that they remained motionless, Lu Huai said calmly, "Pour hot chili water over them."
The shadow guard quickly brought over two buckets of freshly boiled chili water. Seeing Lu Huai give him a signal, he took a ladle and splashed the water onto the unresponsive person on the ground.
Both men were covered in wounds, and the mere pour of water caused them to scream in agony, but because their jaws had been dislocated, they could only make indistinct sounds.
The two buckets of water were empty, the ground was already soaked, and even the air felt damp.
The man in black couldn't even scream anymore; he could only toss and turn, as if that would ease the pain.
Lu Huai's expression shifted slightly, and he pointed to one of them: "Put this one aside, and tie the other one up."
The shadow guards stepped forward and dragged the man to the dry ground to the side, then tied the other man's hands together and bound him to a pillar.
"Bring the rat," Lu Huai said calmly, his hands behind his back.
The shadow guard carried an iron cage in one hand, inside which were several fat rats, twice the size of the rats he usually saw, and it was unclear what they were fed with.
"Let's begin the torture."
Upon receiving the order, someone immediately brought over a square iron box with a round opening on the side. The shadow guard took out a rat, put it through the round hole, and quickly placed the opening against the navel of the person on the pillar, then tied it tightly with another hemp rope.
Lu Chuan's pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly understood what Lu Huai was planning to do.
This is rat torture, which, as the name suggests, is a form of punishment that uses rats as an auxiliary tool.
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