Chapter 438: The Death of Wangzuo

Baoxi said nothing at all, directly ordering people to seize Wangzuo, who was working diligently, and throw him onto the ground; then, ignoring Wangzuo's shock and terror, he began to lash him with a jujube branch, breaking one, but it did not vent his anger at all, because Wangzuo was wearing thick clothing and had not suffered much substantial injury.

Baoxi then ordered people to strip off Wangzuo's clothes and chose a new jujube branch to begin lashing him; the thorns on the jujube branch soon caused Wangzuo's whole body to begin bleeding, and Wangzuo, in extreme terror and added physical pain, began to wail incessantly, yet he had no idea at all what he had done wrong.

He recalled the past, specifically that he had deceived Baoxi regarding his identity and the sacrificial rites, but had that matter not already passed? Why was he suddenly being dragged out to be beaten now? He was confused, and only when Baoxi's physical strength gradually diminished, his arm grew somewhat sore and weak, and the beating began to slow, was Wangzuo able to plead for himself in the gaps between his wails and ask where exactly he had angered the Tribal Chief.

Baoxi stopped and shook his arm, which was somewhat sore; hearing Wangzuo's question made Baoxi's anger rise again, and he also wanted Wangzuo to die with a clear understanding; of course, if Wangzuo were willing to completely hand over the secret of the Sulfur, it was not impossible for him to spare his life once more.

Baoxi picked up a piece of Sulfur and threw it in front of Wangzuo without speaking; upon seeing it, Wangzuo shouted that he was wronged: "Tribal Chief, I have already explained the matter of the Fire Essence to you clearly; I only lied to you in order to survive, and you also promised to forgive me."

Baoxi's expression was displeased: "I am not talking about the previous matter, but rather that I have discovered you actually still have things regarding the Sulfur hidden from me; if I hadn't attacked Huaxia, I wouldn't have known."

Oh, right, this time just as we set out, Lanzai and Gongxia were killed by someone, their team also disappeared without a trace, and even several Villages were burned to ashes; I was previously puzzled as to how Huaxia got the news, but now I realize it must have been you, right?"

Before Baoxi had even finished speaking, Wangzuo was already shaking his head frantically; he knew absolutely nothing about these matters, and he wondered why the Tribal Chief would pin these crimes on him.

Baoxi was very confident in his own judgment, because the more he reasoned, the clearer it seemed: "Tell me, how did you pass the news out, and who else are your accomplices? Tell me, and I will let you die a quick death."

At this moment, blood, tears, and snot were streaming from Wangzuo incessantly; he had even lost the sensation of cold, merely feeling his whole body warm, and it seemed that urine was also flowing out uncontrollably, pooling on the ground and mixing with the blood.

"Tribal Chief, I really don't know! I have been in the tribe from the very beginning, I have never left, and it is impossible for me to have passed news to Huaxia; I am now a member of the Suiren tribe, it is impossible for me to help Huaxia!"

Baoxi gave a cold laugh: "That is why I don't understand; for so many years, has my Suiren tribe not been good enough to you? What exactly does Huaxia have that makes you unable to forget them after all these years? Over these years, how many of our Suiren tribe's secrets have you told Huaxia? Oh, now that I think of it, it seems that many times, whenever we had major events, we could always see the figure of Baifeng; I actually let you deceive me for so many years."

Wangzuo's mouth was almost glued shut by snot: "Tribal Chief, I really have never leaked a single bit of news; all these years I have been whole-heartedly for the Suiren tribe!"

"Hah, whole-heartedly; if that were true, why did you kill my Suiren tribe's Soldier during the sacrifice?"

Wangzuo's heart grew more and more panicked: "I... I was..."

Baoxi could not be bothered to beat Wangzuo anymore; everything was about to become clear, and he had thought he was only deceived by Wangzuo once, never expecting that he had never truly seen Wangzuo for who he was.

"Speaking of which, back when you came to my Suiren tribe, it was Huaxia, that is, Baifeng, who told you to come, right? It seems you told me that at the time, yet I never thought about it."

Wangzuo felt that he could no longer explain himself at all, and even the blood that had been slowly flowing on his body could no longer make him feel warm; his body began to grow cold from the inside out, and he said with a trembling voice: "It... it was Baifeng who told me; he said there was a Suiren tribe, a massive tribe..."

Baoxi already understood everything; he felt a sense of frustration at having been deceived for many years and could only slowly sit back in his chair: "Tell me, how many more accomplices do you have here helping you pass intelligence, and how is that Weapon of Huaxia's that is like a thunderclap made?"

Wangzuo felt that he was already somewhat weak, perhaps he was about to die; he could barely stay on his knees, so he slowly lay flat on the ground: "Accomplices, I cannot count them, perhaps they all are; as for that Weapon of Huaxia's, I have never even seen it, that really has nothing to do with me."

Baoxi gave a look to a Soldier nearby, and then that Soldier picked up the blood-soaked jujube branch and began to lash him again; Wangzuo did not even have the strength to wail loudly, only letting out a few faint "Ah..."

Baoxi raised his hand to let the Soldier stop: "Wangzuo, it has come to this, just say it; say it, and I can let you suffer less and die sooner. If you are willing to tell me the method of how to make that Weapon, I can even let you continue to live; do you understand?"

Wangzuo's body began to tremble because of the cold; he felt somewhat nauseous and dizzy; he did not know how much longer he could live, but in any case, he would not live past today, even if Baoxi did not kill him.

He therefore braced himself, propped his body up a little, and then slowly said: "Hei, Changfu... Langxin... they all are."

Wangzuo had absolutely no accomplices, but in order to take revenge on Baoxi, he said every name he could think of off the top of his head, just to see if Baoxi would believe it.

Baoxi wrote down all the names of these people, but he did not believe it entirely, because he really could not think of any reason for some of them to collude with Huaxia, but with Wangzuo as a template here, Baoxi could not help but be suspicious.

"Good, I have noted these people down; you can have a quick death now. Tell me, how is that Weapon made? This is your only way to live."

Wangzuo did not even lift his head and began to spout nonsense: "Grind the Sulfur into powder, then put human blood, Bronze, and the skull of an ox together and boil them over a large fire, and it can be made."

Baoxi had the Soldier at his side repeat it incessantly to avoid forgetting, intending to try to make it later to see if it was true.

Afterward, Baoxi stared at Wangzuo and said: "From the moment you met me, you were deceiving me; I have never deceived you. This is not fair, so, I will deceive you one last time."

Baoxi looked up and said to several Soldiers: "Drag Wangzuo out, peel his skin off alive, pick the intact parts to make a Drum, and collect his blood to see if that Weapon can be made according to his method."

As Wangzuo was being dragged away, he used all his strength to spit at Baoxi, but it did not go far; instead, the exertion caused yellow matter to flow out from his rear.