With a "whoosh" sound.
Luo Tianhe suddenly grabbed a basin of cold water from beside his feet and splashed it mercilessly at Old Man Zhao, who was sitting in a chair.
Old Zhao shuddered and slowly raised his head, which had been hanging low.
Her eyelids twitched a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still filled with confusion and bewilderment.
But when his gaze fell on me and Luo Tianhe, he was clearly taken aback, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a fierce look.
A low growl, like that of a wild beast, came from its throat.
Without saying a word, Luo Tianhe grabbed the pliers next to him and smashed them hard against Old Zhao's face.
Old Zhao's head was knocked to one side, and several teeth spurted out of his mouth along with blood.
"Stop pretending to be a ghoul! Keep pretending!"
As Luo Tianhe spoke, he slammed the pliers in his hand down hard on Old Zhao's face again.
Another burst of blood splattered.
Holy crap, that's really ruthless. Aren't they afraid of killing someone?
Old Zhao's head drooped limply, a trickle of blood mixed with sticky saliva slowly sliding down the corner of his slightly open mouth.
Luo Tianhe reached out his left hand, grabbed Old Zhao's hair, and forcibly lifted his head.
With a firm grip, they slowly turned his head so that he faced the bloodstained instruments of torture on the wall.
"Choose one?"
Old Zhao's droopy eyelids widened instantly, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Luo Tianhe released Zhao Laohan's hair, reached down from the wall and took a barbed iron comb, weighing it gently in his hand: "Do you know what this is?"
Before Old Zhao could speak, Luo Tianhe began to say to himself, "This thing is called a 'blood comb,' and it used to be used to torture those stubborn guys."
"Put this comb into your scalp and then pull hard. Your scalp will tear off like a ripped cloth with a 'ripping' sound, and even the skin and flesh will be torn off. Tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about it is exciting."
Upon hearing this, Old Zhao's face instantly lost all color, and he made muffled noises.
"Damn, such a useless piece of trash is pretending to be a corpse!"
Luo Tianhe shoved Zhao Laohan's head away.
I couldn't help but ask, "Brother Luo, how do you know he's not a ghoul?"
"What a load of rubbish! He's just a normal person, otherwise my yang energy would have been drained long ago!"
Luo Tianhe scoffed.
But I clearly remember that when Old Man Zhao and Luo Tianhe were kissing, a wisp of white breath came out of Luo Tianhe's mouth.
Luo Tianhe seemed to read my mind, and took out something about the length of a little fingernail from his pocket and casually threw it on the ground.
"It's just a modified e-cigarette, and it's even fruit-flavored."
Damn it!
I stared at him blankly: "So you mean you actually noticed something was wrong a long time ago, then drugged Master Jin, and then pretended you didn't know anything, using yourself as bait to deliberately lure Old Man Zhao into the trap?"
"hair!"
Luo Tianhe lit a cigarette with a "snap," took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
"Actually, I was also afraid that this old man Zhao was a corpse demon. You know, I'm most afraid of these things. But seeing how much he was enjoying it, I knew it was a person in disguise."
He exhaled another puff of smoke and continued, "I woke up in the back seat and then I received those two videos, but I didn't make a fuss. After all, you saw my physical condition at the time. You were no match for that old bastard by yourself!"
"Later, that old bastard said he wanted you to lure the corpse demon, so I deliberately stepped forward, just to see what Jin Ye was up to. I didn't expect that the old bastard was actually Zeng Yonghua's man."
My doubts surged like a tide, and I couldn't help but ask further questions.
"Why would Master Jin do this? And another thing, if he's Zeng Yonghua's man, why doesn't he return Zeng Yonghua's daughter Jiaojiao's head to him? Why is he still putting on an act with us?"
Luo Tianhe frowned: "That's what I'm curious about too, so I've been lying in wait, pretending I don't know anything, just to see what that old man is up to."
I rubbed my head: "Then why did you suddenly drug Master Jin? Why didn't you continue to investigate secretly?"
Luo Tianhe flicked his cigarette ash, his expression turning serious.
“If this drags on any longer, who knows what kind of trouble will arise? And I’m worried that old bastard Jin will make a move against you. You’re my brother, and I can’t let anything happen to you. Rather than being passive like this, we should take the initiative, break through this barrier, and see what other tricks they have up their sleeves.”
I looked at him gratefully: "Brother Luo, thanks!"
Luo Tianhe rolled his eyes.
"Thanks, bastard. We're brothers. If all else fails, just bend over. I've been holding back my anger these past few days. Help your brother vent."
I shivered and felt a chill run down my spine.
Luo Tianhe turned to look at Old Man Zhao, a fierce glint in his eyes: "Tell me, what did that old bastard surnamed Jin want you to do by pretending to be a corpse demon?"
Old Zhao stared with bloodshot eyes, screaming "waaaaa!" as blood mixed with his teeth gushed from his mouth.
"Wow, your bones are pretty hard. I'd like to see just how hard they really are!"
Luo Tianhe picked up a sharp dagger from the table and stabbed it into Old Zhao's thigh.
"ah!"
Old Zhao let out a shrill scream and struggled desperately.
But he was firmly tied to the chair and couldn't move at all. His wrists kept rubbing against the ropes as he struggled, and soon they bled.
"Still not going to talk? Let's see how many holes you can hide in."
As Luo Tianhe spoke, he plunged the knife into Old Zhao's other leg.
"Aww!"
Old Zhao yelled, "I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
"You should have said so earlier. I thought you were tough. How shameless of you to insist on getting beaten up." Luo Tianhe said with disdain.
Old Zhao coughed up a mouthful of blood, his whole body trembled violently, and he spoke incoherently.
"Actually...actually I wanted to say it from the beginning, but you...you hit me on the mouth with a stick, and I...it hurt too much to say it."
In an instant, the torture chamber fell into a deathly silence.
I turned my head and glanced at Luo Tianhe.
His face flushed red at a visible speed, and his neck swelled up; he was clearly speechless at Old Zhao's words.
"Just answer my questions. If you say anything else, I'll pull all your teeth out."
Luo Tianhe roared loudly in anger and embarrassment.
He panicked, he panicked.
Perhaps she was afraid that Luo Tianhe would use another big data recovery technique on her.
Before we could even ask, Old Zhao spilled everything he knew, like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.
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