Chapter 65 Imprisonment
The heavy iron door was pushed open roughly, making a harsh friction sound. Light poured into the dark and damp cell, illuminating the floating dust and Wen Rensu, who was suspended by iron chains.
Two disciples from the Demon Cult's Punishment Hall walked in. One had a square face and a scar at the corner of his eye, while the other was tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, with a sinister look in his eyes.
"Huh, is this the high and mighty leader of the righteous path? Besides his good looks, he's no different from a stray dog now."
Scarface walked forward and poked Wenren Su's tense calf with the tip of his hard leather boot, full of sarcasm.
Wen Rensu glanced up at him, his eyes devoid of any emotion, icy cold, as if he were looking at a dead object. Scarface froze, shuddering uncontrollably. After reacting, his eyes were ablaze.
The bamboo-stalked man was completely clueless about this little situation. Seeing Wen Rensu close his eyes again, he assumed he was afraid. Feeling smug, he let out a sinister hissing laugh, "How does it feel to be a prisoner now?"
He cast his gaze towards the torture rack by the wall and took down a long whip covered in thorns. "Master, your bones are tough. Ordinary things probably won't hurt you. Try this bone-scraping whip. One lash will make your flesh bleed to pieces, and even the bones will be exposed."
Scarface pretended not to have lost face in front of Wenrensu, and grinned fiercely, revealing his sharp white teeth:
"Good! This pretty boy is just right for us brothers to practice." After saying that, he walked towards the torture instruments on the wall angrily, obviously mixed with personal emotions.
The bamboo man hefted the long whip in his hand and swung it in the air, making a sharp sound. He walked towards Wenren and said, "Master, I'm sorry for offending you. Let me loosen your muscles."
The whip shadow was raised high, and was about to fall with the sound of wind——
"Stop it, my Lord!"
A furious roar exploded in my ears, shaking the entire space.
Scarface and the stick-thick man froze in an instant, their horrified eyes darting towards the door.
Ling Zheng appeared like a demon, his eyes burning with anger and his violent aura rising steadily. His sight was fixed on the weapon raised by Scarface, and he almost wanted to tear the whip apart out of thin air.
Ling Zheng ignored the two minions kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, and pushed them hard with his palm.
"Bang! Bang!"
With two dull bangs, the skinny man with the scar on his face was hit hard in the chest as if by an invisible hammer, and both he and his weapon were blown away by the violent energy.
His back hit the stone wall hard, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he slid to the ground like a puddle of mud, and immediately lost consciousness.
Ling Zheng didn't even give them a glance, as if he was crushing two insignificant ants.
His robe was still stained with moisture from outside. Ling Zheng approached the person he had been thinking about. His steps gradually slowed down until the last step, and he stopped after a long time.
As he walked, his mind was in turmoil, with deep pain and overwhelming anger surging and tearing at him, almost destroying his sanity.
Finally, he looked at Wen Rensu in front of him, his eyes as real as substance, sticking to the man's hair soaked with cold sweat on his forehead, his furrowed brows, and his dry and flaky lips.
He longed to see something—
A little evidence to prove that I am not being manipulated, even a trace of regret, a little sadness, or even hesitation!
But there was nothing.
Wen Rensu suddenly raised his eyelids, and his pupils gradually focused, revealing a soft and bright halo. He was no longer as cold as he was during the confrontation, but had returned to calmness, even containing insignificant emotions.
Ling Zheng suddenly avoided his gaze and took half a step back.
He knew very well that Wen Rensu's eyes were the best at disguising herself, and he had warned himself that she would never again be like a beggar, or even like a dog, craving for a man's false affection and being deceived.
Thinking of this, Ling Zheng's chest heaved violently, like a volcano about to erupt, his body filled with extremely suppressed resentment and an indescribable, tormenting pain.
Why?
Why?
He questioned this countless times, and the pain settled in his eyes, turning into a bottomless ink color.
Ling Zheng tried his best to maintain his original voice, but a trace of trembling that could not be concealed leaked out from between his lips and teeth:
“…Is that you?”
Wen Rensu's eyelashes fell, casting two pale shadows. His voice was hoarse from thirst, "What does Lingjiaozhu mean?"
You could hear a pin drop in the room, and the air suddenly cooled down.
"What are you pretending for!"
Ling Zheng was completely irritated by his hypocritical attitude, which was similar to the one he had with Wanjun Sect.
He took a step forward and almost grabbed Wen Rensu by the collar, but then he remembered that the other party was shirtless and he had nowhere to start. He could only suddenly overturn the rack, and the crackling sound of it falling echoed in the cell.
Seeing Ling Zheng's frenzy, Wen Rensu finally let out a low, almost whispered laugh from his throat.
At this moment, his facial expression didn't change much, but he suddenly seemed like a different person, showing a strange joy.
"you guess?"
Ling Zheng narrowed his eyes, uttered a "huh", and calmed down. His gaze remained fixed on Wen Rensu's face as he shouted outside, "Please invite Imperial Master Huizhu over."
The sound of heavy iron shackles came from outside the door.
Two men roughly dragged in a bloody human figure and threw it on the stone floor at Wen Rensu's feet like a torn sack.
The man curled up and let out a series of discordant sobs.
If Ling Zheng had not revealed his identity, Wen Rensu would not have dared to recognize that the unrecognizable man in front of him was the powerful imperial teacher of the past.
His clothes were tattered and filthy, his body was covered with marks of various tortures, and his spirit was obviously on the verge of collapse.
As soon as he landed, he screamed miserably like a frightened bird: "No... don't come over here... I've said everything I need to say... spare me..."
Ling Zheng looked down at the Imperial Master and kicked his toes at his bulging back. His voice was as cold as ice: "Tell me again, who sent you to kill me?"
The Imperial Master's cloudy eyes turned in fear, first looking at Ling Zheng's ashen face, and finally his gaze fixed on Wen Rensu who was chained.
Her eyes were filled with resentment, and she suddenly screamed, crying incoherently:
"It was him! He was the one who ordered this! I heard from everyone that he forced me to do this! He used my son's life to force me to do this. I'm not lying, it's true..."
While screaming, he clung to Wen Rensu's moon-white clothes, leaving behind a bloody handprint like a red plum.
The imperial teacher's shrill cries echoed in the cell.
Wen Rensu looked at the former imperial teacher who had been tortured beyond recognition at his feet, and a look of pity appropriately appeared on his face.
Ling Zheng, who was familiar with the person who heard the complaint, frowned. His expression was really perfunctory, which was strangely inconsistent with his image of always upholding justice.
He felt unfamiliar with the man in front of him, and his anger seemed to have been poured with cold water, but he still asked seriously: "Do you want to deny it?"
Under Ling Zheng's gaze filled with hope, Wen Rensu was silent for a moment, then moved his lips unusually clearly.
"I don't deny it." The voice was very soft and calm, as if he was just stating an insignificant fact.
These three calm words, like a sharp poisoned dagger, stabbed into Ling Zheng's heart.
He had clearly prepared himself mentally, but hearing Ren Su's confession, Ling Zheng's eyes still burned, his blood surged, and a sweet, fishy feeling welled up in his throat. He forced himself to suppress it, his chest heaving as if he couldn't breathe.
He closed his eyes for a long time, using all his strength to resist his emotions, before asking the next question: "Why can you control him?"
Wen Rensu half-closed his eyes again, and told a story in a low, hoarse voice, a little weak:
"Do you remember that I once came to your village? The ivory beads I found were Buddhist beads."
A long time passed, and he still remembered that they had returned to the village together, and he also got his parents' belongings.
But even Ling Zheng had to think for a long time before he had a vague impression of such trivial details as the beads.
Ling Zheng nodded instinctively.
"I later found out that this is the soul-soothing bead used exclusively by the Imperial Master," Wen Rensu's voice continued.
"The child of the only family in the village is called... Yu Le? He is his illegitimate child. More importantly, he is the vessel of immortality that he has been cultivating for many years, his hope for reincarnation."
Wen Rensu's eyes flashed, and after a slight pause, he continued:
"He was the one who secretly sent people to slaughter the whole village. I used all this to blackmail him. He may not care about this son without a proper title, but for the sake of reputation and immortality,
Wen Rensu raised his eyes and looked at Ling Zheng, with a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth, "Dare you disobey?"
It turned out that the national teacher had concealed part of the truth. According to his confession, Ling Zheng only knew that Wen Rensu was threatening him with his son, but he did not expect that the hidden story behind it was actually related to him by coincidence.
A bone-chilling chill shot from Ling Zheng's feet to his head. Hearing the depth of his thoughts and the far-reaching plans he had laid out were truly terrifying.
The Imperial Master was still lying on the ground, cursing, "I've heard you're ungrateful! You clearly promised me to keep this secret to yourself..."
As he spoke, he cried like a child. Hadn't he persisted until now just to wait for the day when he could escape and exchange his life with Yu Le?
Ling Zheng glanced at the Imperial Master, rubbed his forehead, and said in a gloomy tone: "Drag him out and keep him locked up."
The men stepped forward silently, dragging the broken and weeping Imperial Master out again like a dead dog. The sound of iron shackles faded away, and the cell fell into a dead silence once again, with only the sounds of the two men breathing.
"Then why..." Ling Zheng's voice was hoarse. He focused his eyes on Wen Rensu's face again, "Why do you want to kill me?"
He almost growled as he asked the question he wanted to know most in his heart. His expression was as resentful as a demon, and violent emotions surged around him, making him precarious.
At this moment, Wen Rensu slowly raised his head, and his face, soaked with sweat and blood, appeared a sickly pale color in the dim light.
But the eyes looking at Ling Zheng were surprisingly bright, without any guilt or regret, only a kind of carefree, crazy calmness.
He curled his lips slightly, his voice low but clear:
"Because...it's interesting."
The air seemed to be stagnant.
"When I first met you, you were so beautiful that I couldn't help but praise you to the sky," Wen Rensu seemed to be lost in memories, and his tone was filled with strange enthusiasm, which made Ling Zheng feel terribly unfamiliar.
"But gradually, you changed, from a rose covered in thorns to a domesticated flower, cute but not stunning enough. So I wanted to throw you into hell again, watch you struggle in despair, and then climb out bit by bit..."
He chuckled softly, straining his wound and coughing a few times, but the light in his eyes grew brighter, like a child who had discovered a wonderful game:
"I am the one who gives you both hope and despair. Isn't it fun to witness you become sharper and brighter?"
He looked at Ling Zheng infatuatedly, licking a certain name like a venomous snake, and finally spit out slowly, "My rose."
boom--
Ling Zheng's mind was completely blown. He was clearly the leader of a cult, but he felt that the person in front of him was the real devil.
"Interesting? ...Interesting?!" Were all the humiliations he experienced just for what a man called interesting?
The moment he heard this answer, Ling Zheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"I heard someone complain!!"
Ling Zheng let out a wild roar, rushed forward, and grabbed Wen Rensu's jaw with his left hand, forcing him to look up at him.
The right fist carried an unstoppable force, almost smashing the pale and calm face that spoke the cruelest words.
With the sound of breaking air, the air around Wen Rensu's cheek was instantly torn apart, even curling up a few strands of wet hair on his forehead, but -
The fist that was clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white suddenly stopped in mid-air!
Ling Zheng's arms were shaking violently, not because of exhaustion, but because of another more powerful force that was clamoring wildly from deep within his body, which was completely contrary to this overwhelming rage.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Wen Rensu, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, and every breath was bitter and sweet.
The fingers that pinched Wenren Su's chin were too strong, leaving purple fingerprints on his skin.
"Why don't you hide?!" He almost squeezed these words out from between his teeth, his voice distorted.
Wen Rensu was forced to raise his head, his jaw aching severely, but his eyes were still as calm as before, and even the faint smile at the corner of his mouth had not completely faded.
He didn't say anything, but just looked quietly at the complex emotions in Ling Zheng's eyes.
In this suffocating confrontation, the murderous intent surging in Ling Zheng's eyes was suppressed with great difficulty by something deeper and more desperate.
It is an unforgettable memory that cannot be let go.
The hatred reached its extreme, but I discovered that the root of the hatred was the love that had never been truly erased.
Wen Rensu was once a teacher, a friend, and a lover. It was because of these two experiences that Ling Zheng was willing to die for him that he, who was very defensive, fell step by step. Now it seems that it was Wen Rensu who got involved.
If I had not been deceived by him before, and had not planted the Liangyi Gu in him in order to save Wen Rensu, and my life depended on him, I would not be so passive now!
But it doesn't matter now. He needs him to live, to live in a more humiliating, painful and controllable way.
This thought was like a poisonous vine, wrapping around him and swallowing up all the murderous intent.
He had a good idea. Wasn't Wen Rensu playing a trick on him from a high position? Now the roles were reversed.
Ling Zheng released the hand that was pinching Wen Rensu's chin, and the force was so great that it almost threw Wen Rensu's head to the side.
He took a step back, his chest still heaving violently, and the eyes that were staring at Wen Rensu fiercely were now filled with paranoia.
"Very good." Ling Zheng's voice was as cold as ice, yet it revealed an unquestionable madness. "Since I took the trouble to bring you back, I can't let you die so easily."
He took a deep breath, as if to pronounce a verdict:
"Wen Rensu, from now on, you are no longer the leader of the righteous path," his eyes were fixed on the handsome face that was still tired.
"But he is my prisoner, a forbidden delicacy. He comes when I call him and leaves when I wave him away."
He spoke very slowly, with a deliberate humiliation in his voice, "From now on, your life and death, sorrow and joy, will be solely in my hands."
Ling Zheng spoke with a faint tremor in his voice, as if he experienced the excitement that the person he was talking about felt at that time.
"Just stay on this bed, live well beside me, until the day I'm satisfied."
His eyes swept over Wen Rensu's naked upper body and chained hands, as if he was examining a trophy that was about to belong to him and would not allow anyone else to touch it.
That look was mixed with too many heavy emotions, which made people feel scared and a little pity.
After saying this, he turned around suddenly without looking at Wen Rensu's reaction.
"Someone come!"
However, Ling Zheng did not look back, so he did not notice Wen Rensu's expression change and he was stunned.
The cell door opened again, and Ling Zheng strode out of the cell. Commands echoed behind him:
"Clean him, change his chains, and lock him up in my chambers."
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The author has something to say: Wenren Suos: No, buddy, I am pretending to be a pervert, but you are the real pervert.
People always like this kind of plot.
Right, I'm going to revise the settings in the next story. I don't have any ideas for the old one. I'll start formally revising it after I come up with a new outline.
The current concept is -
The spirit energy is revived, and the experienced boss is reborn into high school, and the top is a school beauty dressed as a woman (?) Please look forward to it~
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