Chapter 1200: Ji Yingjie is Tortured Miserably

The little white wolf's moist eyes were very similar to Meibai's; although it was the first time the one big and two small ones had met, they quickly became familiar with each other.

Meibai: "Awoo—"

The two little white wolves: "Awoo—"

"Awoo—"

After exchanging a few simple words, the two little fellows grew bold, jumped out from the grass, and stood a few meters away from the crowd.

Wang Yong was a straightforward man; he directly took the pot off the fire and placed it on the open ground in the middle: "Eat, eat, it's all prepared for you, but you can't eat my food for nothing; after you finish, take us into the Ji Family."

The two little fellows did not come over.

Although they were drooling while looking at the pot, they stood in place without moving!

"Hey, you only want to eat and not work? There's no such good thing anywhere; do you agree or not? If you don't agree, I won't give it to you to eat; we haven't even moved a pair of chopsticks ourselves yet."

Wang Yong had his men take the pot back, but Meibai and the two little white wolves called out together to stop them: "Awoo—"

So he did not let his men continue forward, and both sides stood guard by the pot in a "standoff."

"Boss, what do you think they mean?"

"How would I know? Why don't you ask?" Wang Yong glared at his subordinate.

"Hehe, if I could understand what their calls meant, I would have asked long ago, no need to trouble you, Boss."

While they were talking, the soup gradually became less hot, and the steam rising from the pot diminished significantly.

"Awoo—"

"Awoo—"

The two little white wolves howled again, their voices much more joyful.

After calling, they darted to the side of the pot and began to wolf down the food and drink.

Wang Yong was dumbfounded, then suddenly realized: it turned out they didn't want to just eat without working, but rather that they thought it was too hot.

No wonder the eldest sister-in-law didn't let them rush in and investigate personally, but instead required them to go to the Forest to find the Bai Lang first.

These little fellows were truly clever.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two little white wolves were much closer to the people.

Wang Yong was worried they wouldn't understand what he said, so he told Meibai to relay it.

This method worked very well; the little white wolves seemed to understand, and contrary to their earlier joy, they began to shed tears in grievance, looking extremely sorrowful.

After Meibai communicated with them, she used gestures and mournful howls to tell Wang Yong: their mom and dad had been captured by the people over there; in the past, the people over there were very good, they could come and go as they pleased, and they would even give them things to eat.

But now it wasn't possible; during the full moon two months ago, some people came in from the outside, many terrifying things happened at that time, and then the sky over there changed.

Their mom and dad were also captured and locked in a cage in the middle of the Square.

The little white ones wailed, using their sad little eyes to beg Wang Yong to go save their mom and dad; they trusted them.

Because of the delicious food.

The Bai Lang were intelligent but simple; whoever gave them good food was a good person—their logic was just that simple.

Wang Yong:...

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He had originally come to ask the Bai Lang for help, but after putting in so much effort, he had become their free laborer.

But it was also fine; at least he knew a very useful piece of information—something had indeed happened to the Ji Family; outsiders had invaded and occupied this place!

Who were the invaders?

Even without seeing them, he could guess—Zhu Qingrui.

The Ji Family.

Early morning.

At this time in the past, the hardworking members of the Ji Family would have already started their day of life and labor.

Wisps of cooking smoke would drift from the roofs of every household; the high-pitched voices of women scolding men and the soft, aggrieved weeping of men were a major characteristic of the Ji Family in the morning.

But now there was not a sound; the Ji Family was in deathly silence at dawn.

In the chimneys on the roofs, there was not a trace of cooking smoke, and the outside was also empty; there wasn't a single person.

The commoners of the Ji Family had all been sold off as slaves.

And the Dungeon was packed full of people.

Dungeon.

Ji Yingjie was dragged back from the outside and tossed onto the floor at will; the large iron door "clanged" shut.

"Mother, Mother, are you alright?" Nianyin picked up Ji Yingjie, letting her get warmer in her arms.

She was soaking wet all over, her lips were blue and purple, her face was gray-white, and she was trembling like a sieve in Nianyin's arms.

"Cold, so cold!"

She shouted that she was cold, yet her body was as hot as burning charcoal.

Ji Yingjie had a fever; how many times had this been in the last two months?

No one could remember.

A fever wasn't a bad thing at first; as long as she burned above thirty-nine degrees, those people would take her out of the Dungeon, give her a good room to stay in outside, give her injections and medicine, feed her well, and let her recover quickly.

But after she recovered, they would immediately force her to reveal the specific location of the Treasure.

If they couldn't get an answer, they would drag her back into the Dungeon to continue torturing her.

In just two short months, Ji Yingjie had been tortured beyond recognition and was on the verge of death.

"Mother, Mother, don't be afraid, I'm here, Nianyin is here..."

Nianyin's tears were like broken beads, sliding down her cheeks, with some dripping onto her mother's face.

She was heartbroken, overcome with grief.

Given her mother's current condition, if she were to call out, someone would immediately come in from outside to take her for medical treatment.

It would not be life-threatening, but it would only mark the beginning of the next round of torture.

Nianyin had never felt as conflicted as she did now.

Should she call for help or not?

Her mother's complexion was ashen—a sign that her life was in danger; if she did not receive injections or medicine, she feared her mother would not survive this time.

But living was not necessarily a good thing either, as it would only lead to endless torture.

"Mother, please be strong; we will definitely escape..."

Ji Yingjie struggled to open her eyes and saw the look of terror on Nianyin's face: "Get away, get away from me! I won't fall for it; there is no Treasure, there is nothing at all..."

She had already started talking nonsense and did not even recognize Nianyin.

"Clang!"

The iron door opened, and Zhu Qingrui walked in.

"What are you doing? Get out, stay away from my mother!" Nianyin scolded sharply, but her eyes could not hide her panic.

Zhu Qingrui gave a cold, sinister laugh; far from "getting out," he stepped closer to the two of them.

He stopped at a distance of one step from Ji Yingjie.

Zhu Qingrui took a tissue from his pocket to cover his nose and mouth, glanced at her with disgust, and, unwilling to look any longer, said to Nianyin: "Where is the Treasure? This is your last chance. If you don't speak, just watch her die in your arms."

"I don't know. How could the Clan Leader tell me such a confidential matter? Only the Clan Leader knows where the Treasure is hidden. If she dies, the Ji Family's countless treasures will be buried with her, and you won't get a single thing."

Nianyin was actually not much better off than Ji Yingjie; her body was covered in wounds, and there were two bloody welts on her face from a whip that had already scabbed over. If she did not receive timely medical treatment, she would definitely be left with scars.

But she could no longer care about that; whether she was left with scars or not didn't matter—it was uncertain whether she could even keep her life now.

Zhu Qingrui was not intimidated by Nianyin; he waved his hand, and several people came from behind to forcibly pull the two apart.

"So you won't tell me, right? That's fine, I won't force you. A twisted melon isn't sweet; I understand that principle." He was smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes.