"Wake him up."

After experiencing a perverted torture, the perverted killer with a hideous face is now covered in blood and is dying, with only one breath left.

However, Long Moxun had no intention of letting him go.

They had just sealed off the cave, where they found more than a dozen human bones. The bones were so densely packed together that it made one's scalp tighten. The way they died was extremely tragic.

There are also iron chains specially used to restrain people, stained with blood, all of which are proof of the man's heinous crimes.

This perverted killer really deserves to die. Whenever Long Moxun thinks of the fact that Luo Xuening almost died at his hands, he wishes he could cut the man in front of him into pieces.

However, the reason why he kept this person was because of a secret that could not be told.

Long Moxun remembered that when he was young, his mother, Concubine Cen Jing, mentioned a secret to him. It can't be said that she mentioned it, because Long Moxun learned this secret by eavesdropping on his mother's mumbling when he was young.

He had always known that his mother felt guilty towards someone, and that person was the perverted killer in front of him.

He was his mother's childhood friend. Later, he followed Long Moxun's mother to the capital. Because of his ugly appearance, he was not liked by others, but he had mastered martial arts.

However, later on, Long Moxun's mother met Emperor Nan Shao. In order to help the prince who was still fighting for the throne at that time, she betrayed her friend without hesitation.

The final result was the downfall of the perverted killer. Thirty years later, everyone thought he was dead, but unexpectedly, he was just hiding in a closed cave and survived.

Long Moxun did not want to mention the bloody past again. Historically, the battle for the throne had always been a bloody one, with the victor being the king and the loser being the bandit. This road was built on the blood of countless people.

The experience of the perverted killer is indeed worthy of lamentation, but in Long Moxun's view, it was just a loss of gamble.

The price of losing a gamble could be the loss of all previous efforts, a life, or even the life of an entire family. The struggle for power is a gamble with an unknown outcome; if one loses, it only proves that the person is unlucky.

Just like Long Moxun himself, although he is in a high position now, the game has already begun. For him, if he loses this game, he will be doomed.

Therefore, Long Moxun really couldn't spare any emotion to pay for his mother's guilt. He just looked at him coldly. He just wanted to know the result he wanted.

A basin of ice water was poured over the perverted killer's face. His face was horrified for a while before he slowly raised his lifeless eyes.

He looked at Long Moxun coldly, and said in a cold voice: "So, you are really his son."

Looking at Long Moxun's face, which was almost identical to that of Emperor Nan Shao, the perverted killer was filled with hatred. He stared at him viciously, wishing to tear him to pieces.

Long Moxun had a cold expression and had no intention of answering such a boring question. It didn't matter whose son he was. What was important was how he was going to fight now.

"If you want to know where your mother is, I tell you, she is dead. She was burned to death in a fire."

After the perverted killer said this, he sneered, a miserable laugh that sounded like poison, and his lover couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body when he heard it.

"Don't talk nonsense. Where is my mother?"

Long Moxun's heart trembled slightly, but his face remained expressionless. He didn't believe that his mother was buried in a fire. He didn't believe that there must be some hidden story behind this matter.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, the perverted killer laughed even louder. He stared at Long Moxun with more mockery in his eyes.

"Only a fool like you would believe that you, mother, are a good person."

Such casual words made Long Mo Xun's eyes froze. This person was clearly trying to provoke Long Mo Xun on purpose. Long Mo Xun remained calm, but the corners of his lips curled slightly. He had experienced many such divisive tactics over the years.

Moreover, he never cared about what kind of person his mother was. He just wanted to find her.

If his mother was still alive, he hoped to find her. If his mother was dead, he also hoped to send her remains to the imperial mausoleum instead of leaving her alone as a wandering ghost.

Long Moxun's eyes condensed and he shot at the perverted killer fiercely. The sharp knife in his hand was thrown out, just scratching the perverted killer's neck and gnawing at the blood vessel. It was just a little bit away. In an instant, blood spurted out of the perverted killer's neck.

The perverted killer ignored it at first, he knew that Long Moxun would not take his life. However, as time passed, he became more and more uncertain about what Long Moxun wanted to do.

Blood was all over his body. The perverted killer felt cold all over. He felt that his life was slipping away bit by bit.

For the perverted killer, he was not afraid of death, but the feeling of watching his own blood flow made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave, like a person waiting to die. He had no power to change, and he wanted to die, but he could only endure it.

This feeling was too painful. The perverted killer finally couldn't help but scream. He couldn't bear to watch his blood slowly flowing away bit by bit. He couldn't die in such humiliation.

"I said, I said."

The perverted killer shouted, his voice almost choked and low like the buzzing of a mosquito. The sharp-eyed secret guard, hearing his plea for mercy, secretly curled the corners of his lips, thinking that he should have said no earlier and put up with so much suffering.

However, they just pretended that they heard nothing and let the perverted killer scream hoarsely in the prison. The prince had instructed that when this person first begged for mercy, they should ignore him and wait until he begged for mercy the second time before reporting to him.

The secret guards did not understand the prince's intention, but they only knew one truth: to listen to their own prince.

The perverted killer shouted for a while, but no one paid any attention to him. The secret guards who were guarding him, who were all good at their jobs, just pretended to be stupid.

The perverted killer secretly gritted his teeth. They must have been instructed by Long Moxun. The damned Long Moxun wanted to harm him on purpose. Although the perverted killer cursed Long Moxun's ancestors thousands of times in his heart, he could only beg for mercy.

There was no way, his life was still in the hands of others. Although he knew that even if he told everything, Long Moxun would not let him go, the feeling of watching his blood drain away and Ai Bai dying but unable to die was more terrifying than death.

People like them had suffered all the torture they deserved thirty years ago, but they had never been so afraid for a single moment.

The perverted killer knew that at this moment, it would be useless for him to just beg for mercy and say that he would tell Long Moxun everything. Long Moxun would not listen.

"Tell your prince, I know where the remains of Concubine Chen are."

Thirty years have passed, and the perverted killer doesn't know whether Chen Fei is dead or alive. He would rather think that woman is dead than for her to still be alive and he to hate her.

The secret guards raised their eyebrows at this time. It turned out that the reason why the prince asked them to remain silent was because he was sure that the perverted killer would not be able to bear it, so he wanted to do his best to get more from his mouth.

Their prince is indeed great.

The dark guard glared at the perverted killer and still had no intention of stopping his bleeding. He just silently picked someone out and went to report to Long Moxun.

Hearing the secret guard's words, Long Moxun raised his eyebrows. He came to the perverted killer's cell and looked down at him.

His eyes were slightly cold, and his expression was even more serious. He looked at the perverted killer coldly and shouted. The perverted killer took a breath of cool air, and then he slowly opened his mouth and told him the matter of Chen Fei's relics.

Enduring the severe pain, the perverted killer told Long Moxun the hidden secret of Concubine Chen, and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

After so many years, he finally had the chance to speak out these secrets instead of letting them sink into the soil. For him, this was a kind of relief.

Long Moxun's eyes were cold from beginning to end, and only his lips, which were pursed into a straight line, revealed his inner uneasiness at the moment.

The perverted killer watched his unnoticeable movements and sneered in his heart.

But the next second, his neck was grabbed again, and Long Moxun's eyes became even colder.

"Tell me, what else do you know?"