Chapter 207: We Evil Cultivators Are Like This

The Patrol Guard Division is quick to arrest people.

Xinzhou City has a headquarters, and there are also guard stations in other places; those sent out from Xinzhou City are merely there to assist in the encirclement.

The Patrol Guard Division began taking action as soon as they sensed the unusual situation. By the time the headquarters had not yet finished auditing the account books, the first batch of criminals had already been captured, and some had even finished being interrogated. Pei Jun received a letter from Wen Gu, which stated that he needed death-row prisoners, so he let Ming Tiao go to the prison to collect them.

Pei Jun knew where Wen Gu was at this time, so he was not curious. In any case, it was definitely related to those experiments of Huang Dashi. As for those prisoners in the prison who could not be interrogated for information and were already confirmed for the death penalty, rather than executing them directly, it was better to put them to some use. Ming Tiao quickly selected the people.

"Take them all away!"

He had people blindfold the death-row prisoners and escort them to the destination.

Early in the morning, Huang Ji was already busy.

He had to prove his own ability; otherwise, this fellow Wen Gu might really go find those people from the Physician faction!

Huang Ji felt that he was a bit wronged.

It was just slacking off for a few days, and there was just such a short period of time without progress, yet this fellow Wen Gu actually came over in person to supervise!

He was practically holding a whip to drive him!

Was it necessary?

Huang Ji muttered in his heart.

Unlike the refined Master type like Qingyi Daozhang, Huang Ji was a slovenly person, and he paid even less attention to his image when he was busy.

When Pei Jun was here supervising, he often had people tidy Huang Ji up.

Huang Ji sneered in his heart: Dislike that I am not presentable? I insist on being an eyesore to you!

Therefore, Huang Ji often deliberately appeared in Pei Jun's field of vision with a disheveled and sloppy image.

Every time, Pei Jun wanted to say something but stopped, yet thinking that this might be the trait of a Master, he could only show respect and then let his attendants or the apprentices here help Huang Dashi tidy up slightly. Now, Huang Ji appeared in front of Wen Gu with the same image.

Wen Gu did not even move his eyes much.

When Huang Ji reported his progress, he deliberately sighed: "People like us can't take care of anything when we get busy; look at my hair, it's like a beggar's!" Wen Gu raised his eyes to look, then remembered something: "I remember there seem to be a few old hands here..."

The corners of Huang Ji's mouth curled up.

Wen Gu said: "How about I ask them to come over and shave it for you, Master?"

The corners of Huang Ji's mouth drooped.

One simply could not expect this fellow to show a Master respect!

Dog thing!

It wasn't even as good as when Pei Jun was here!

According to the second step of the plan, the venue had already been set up, and the escorted death-row prisoners had also arrived.

Wen Gu looked at the information of the death-row prisoners written on the list and pointed to one: "Bring him over first."

After the chaotic times, Lao Zhao would allocate two batches of relief grain and charcoal to every town and village every year; besides grain, there was also salt. Now that salt production had increased, more salt was being sent everywhere. However, in corners that were not easily noticed, there were still many people who could not eat grain, could not afford salt, and even the charcoal that should have been distributed was nowhere to be found. The surviving commoners did not die from the Evil Plague, but died at the hands of corrupt officials and greedy clerks.

Last year, a batch of disaster victims froze or starved to death, and the Patrol Guard Division also executed some corrupt vermin while auditing the accounts.

This year, the audit was early; sure enough, there was never a shortage of greedy people.

Wen Gu finished verifying the list information: "Send him over."

In the storage room that Huang Ji had set up.

A death-row prisoner in his forties was sent in.

In a period of material shortage, this person usually must have lived quite comfortably; his official rank was not high, but he enjoyed quite a lot.

At this time, his robes had already been removed, he was tied up in the storage room, and the cloth strip blindfolding his eyes had also been untied.

Being brought here, he did not scream hysterically. The moment he was caught by the Patrol Guard Division, he had already accepted his fate.

He had originally thought that being brought here meant he was to be executed, but looking at the surrounding setup, doubts arose in his heart.

At this time, someone else entered, and he looked over.

The person who arrived was casually wearing a short jacket, with disheveled hair, and there were scars of varying depths on his exposed arms and face.

Just looking at him, he didn't look like a good person!

Seeing the other party look over, Huang Ji also returned a smile. But this smile was definitely not well-intentioned; it had a kind of eerie, mocking, and expectant meaning. "Do you know what you were brought here for?" Huang Ji lowered his voice, which had a strange feeling like insects crawling over, making it uncomfortable to listen to. The death-row prisoner's eyeballs moved, his face still maintaining calmness, but he also had a little desire to speak, because he was indeed curious.

"For what?" the death-row prisoner asked.

Huang Ji walked closer and said word by word: "Blood debt must be paid in blood. Hahaha!"

Huang Ji was amused by his own words, but heard in the ears of the death-row prisoner, it had other conjectures; the calmness in his eyes was broken, and he questioned: "Demonic Daoist Evil Cultivator?" He completely did not think of the person in front of him as the "Huang Dashi" mentioned in the *Xinzhou Times*.

The "Huang Dashi" famous in Beidi must be an immortal master with profound magic power and a transcendent appearance, or a divine physician with a benevolent heart and superb skills. He could absolutely not be this kind of suspicious person in front of him, who exuded an improper, crooked, and evil temperament!

The one in front of him had a ferocious appearance, looked like he was hiding treacherous schemes in his belly, and was more like a leader of a "three-no" evil cult from the folk who hadn't been assessed, hadn't been certified, and had no three-part credentials! As soon as Huang Ji heard the words "Demonic Daoist Evil Cultivator," he was immediately dissatisfied.

Such negative terms were also often the stereotype the world had for them, the Gu Masters. Of course he was angry!

Bah!

I haven't even scolded you, this corrupt official and greedy clerk, yet you actually scold me for being an Evil Cultivator?

Huang Ji could not stand others saying this!

"What is righteous, what is evil?"

I, someone who plays with Gu, can treat people, yet you, someone who serves as an official, actually suck the blood of the people?

Wen Gu, who was standing outside, heard the conversation inside, his heart stirred, and he knocked on the glass window.

Huang Ji heard the sound and walked over.

Wen Gu whispered a few words to him; Huang Ji's eyebrows twitched, and he nodded.

When he came to the death-row prisoner again, Huang Ji was holding a tray, which contained some unknown liquid that emitted a strange smell.

Huang Ji stared at the death-row prisoner in front of him and smiled eerily.

Since you already said I am an Evil Cultivator, I will of course heighten the Evil Cultivator atmosphere!

Huang Dashi was very immersed in his role, holding the tray, walking over with a swaying gait, and even making "Jie-jie-jie" laughter.

"I hear you enslave the common people, drinking their blood and gnawing their bones? We Evil Cultivators like evildoers like you best; you are the most suitable for offering to ghosts!" The death row prisoner laughed loudly at this moment: "Ha, I get it now, it's you playing gods and ghosts, trying to pry more information out of me!" But if one looked closely, the prisoner's eyes already held a trace of panic and even deeper suspicion.

Huang Ji did not answer, but merely gave the other party a condescending, meaningful smile, then set down the Tray, and dipped his fingers into the liquid in the tray. The prisoner struggled and asked: "Where is this? What exactly are you going to do?!"

Huang Ji replied indifferently: "I already said, of course it is... a blood debt paid in blood!"

He smeared the liquid from the Tray onto the prisoner's body, as if drawing talismans, drawing several lines:

"We Evil Cultivators are like this, you just bear with it a little."

The prisoner was now filled with shock and suspicion. From afar, a clicking sound seemed to come, carrying a buzzing, lingering constantly.

After Huang Ji finished drawing, he tidied up his things and stood up to leave, without saying another word.

Before leaving, he even covered the prisoner's eyes and ears.

The hearing was not completely cut off, and the prisoner could still faintly hear some sounds from outside, such as the clicking sound that came from time to time. The cell became quiet. Quieter than before.

From time to time, a gust of cold wind blew, bringing chills to the body, as if something was walking back and forth.

Even though it was very hot and warm all around, fear kept rising from the bottom of the prisoner's heart.

He always felt a lingering coldness around him.

He tried his best to calm himself down, trying to convince himself that this must be an interrogation method of the Patrol Guard Division, and someone would come to question him soon!! But after waiting and waiting, he did not wait for the expected voice.

It seemed there was no one left around him.

Yet there seemed to be other unknown creatures.

There seemed to be some strange buzzing sounds in front, behind, left, and right, passing through the cloth strip covering his ears and seeping into them.

The persistent buzzing sound made him unable to help but feel irritable.

On many parts of his body, especially where the Evil Cultivator had just drawn the talismans, it felt like countless fine needles were pricking him!

The intense anxiety gradually dispelled his original suspicions.

This was definitely not a human method!

Demonic arts!

It must be demonic arts!!

Intense fear filled his heart, and no matter how he struggled, he could not escape.

Finally, the prisoner collapsed and screamed inside.

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

He didn't think about anything else now; regardless of whether this was a deceptive interrogation method of the Patrol Guard Division, he accepted it!

Now he only wanted the Patrol Guard Division to give him a quick end!

He even hoped more that this was an interrogation method of the Patrol Guard Division, rather than the ghost offering the Evil Cultivator had spoken of!

Outside the cell.

Wen Gu and Huang Ji were watching the situation inside through the window.

To make it convenient for Huang Ji to raise mosquitoes, the Zhao Family had built a "Shuipinggong". The cell was a part of the "Shuipinggong".

The "Shuipinggong" was installed with a huge exhaust fan to facilitate ventilation when necessary.

At the time, Wen Gu had drawn the design, but after the craftsmen installed it, there was probably some slight looseness somewhere, causing some strange noises during the trial run, and craftsmen would come to adjust it after some time. Now that it was being used, it made a clicking sound.

Since the main body of the "Shuipinggong" was only roughly framed, many facilities there were still under construction, so it appeared empty.

Just now, Wen Gu had someone manually drive the large exhaust fan to rotate slowly.

The rotation of the ventilation fan made a clicking sound, and the sound waves overlapped in the empty Shuipinggong, creating a strange reverberation, which was exceptionally atmospheric. The medicinal liquid Huang Ji applied to the prisoner's body surface was to attract mosquitoes to bite.

This kind of medicinal liquid was also used in treatment, but at this time, when used on the prisoner, Huang Ji "drew talismans" to play tricks in order to maintain his persona as an Evil Cultivator. The prisoner actually believed it!

The medicinal liquid applied to the skin surface evaporated and took away heat, and one could feel a distinct chill when the wind blew.

It was just that the other party had already panicked and could not calm down to think carefully, only feeling that there was something eerie walking around him. And as the mosquito cage opened, the omnidirectional stereo sound caused by the large number of flying mosquitoes, as well as the tactile sensation produced during biting, exerted pressure once again. The prisoner, who feared ghosts and gods, finally had his psychological defense collapse!

Huang Ji commented with a scoff: "How many bad things has he done to be scared like this?"

Wen Gu also said: "People really shouldn't do bad things, don't you agree?"

"That's right..."

Huang Ji came back to his senses.

Wait, are you pointing at me?

Two days later.

A letter was delivered to Pei Jun.

Once the letter was in hand, it felt slightly heavy, with many sheets of paper folded inside.

Looking at the mark on the letter, Pei Jun knew it was sent by Wen Gu and immediately opened it.

Then he was silent for a long while.

Beside him, Ming Tiao saw Pei Jun's reaction and hurriedly asked: "Chief, has something gone wrong?"

Pei Jun left only two pages of the letter in his hand, as the content of these two pages was not convenient for Ming Tiao to see. He handed all the other pages to Ming Tiao. Thinking it was an urgent matter, Ming Tiao scanned through it quickly once the letter was in hand.

And then he was also...

Ming Tiao looked through it carefully again, and compared it with the list information he had obtained when he went to the prison to pick up the death row prisoners last time, checking them one by one.

The prison side said they had already interrogated them, and the death row prisoners who could be brought out basically could not be interrogated for anything more.

But what were these things he received in his hand?

The information spat out by those death row prisoners filled a stack of paper!

Wasn't it said that the interrogation was finished and nothing more could be pried out?

How could they have revealed so much?

Not only did it include the money, grain, salt, and goods that the death row prisoners had hidden away themselves—these things were intended to be left for their surviving descendants to make a comeback.

Those few death row prisoners also exposed the private hoards of others they knew about, as well as the things they had done, plus a few who had slipped through the net. "The prison is useless!" Ming Tiao concluded.

What new interrogation methods has Deputy Envoy Wen Gu mastered?