Chapter 55

Let's not mention how Li Miao made things difficult for the Taishan Sect's chef every day after that night, asking questions like "the jelly is too cold," "the hot soup is too hot," "the green onions are not sprinkled evenly," making Sect Leader Zuo, who didn't dare to show his face and was secretly healing his wounds, unable to grab a hot meal for several days.

Let's also put aside how Liu Baiyun made a fox pretend to be a tiger every day for the next few days, tongue-lashing the heroes, and forcibly placing hats several meters high on the heads of several sect leaders and Zuo Lishan, and by the way, scaring the people of those small and medium-sized factions into running down the mountain one after another.

Let's turn the perspective back to Wang Hai and Xiaosi.

Since they separated at Pingshan Guard, the two had been galloping all the way to Jinan Prefecture, waiting for the rest of the Embroidered Uniform Guard to arrive, and it had been more than half a month.

What were they doing at this time?

"Ah!!!——"

In a pitch-black dungeon, the firelight flickered, outlining ferocious and twisting shadows on the wall.

A person was tied to a stake, his head hanging down powerlessly, blood mixed with saliva dripping from his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore.

Wang Hai reached out, washed his hands in a basin of clear water, looked up at the person, and said: "Squire Li, don't hold on."

"Tell me, this martial arts manual, this light technique—" he pointed to the two secret manuals on the table: "Where did you get them?"

No one answered.

Wang Hai stepped forward and pressed his hand lightly under the person's armpit.

"Ah!!!——Damn you, dog official! Your emperor is raised by me! The empress is my mistress!!!"

"Kill me! Kill me!"

The person whose head was hanging down suddenly raised it and shouted wildly.

Wang Hai moved his hand away; the skin under the person's armpit was intact, but underneath it was black and red, and beads of blood seeped out of the pores.

He seemed to have just pressed it gently, but his internal energy penetrated his body, and he had already "twisted" all the muscles under the skin together, but barely didn't break them.

But the person still just kept shouting wildly, his sentences were upside down, without any logic, and there was even the sound of water coming from under his clothes. It was as if he were just an ordinary person who had been tortured into madness.

Wang Hai sneered: "Squire Li, pretending to be crazy is useful for others, but I've seen too much of it."

"There have been hundreds of people who pretended to be crazy through my hands, and dozens who really went crazy. You'd better take advantage of your sobriety and think about what you should say."

"Even if you really go crazy, it will still hurt."

Wang Hai put his hand on the person again.

The shrill screams in the dungeon sounded again, and other fierce people in other cells who had blood cases on their hands were trembling like little chickens at this time, hiding in the corners, covering their mouths and noses tightly, not daring to make a sound.

After half an hour like this, the person could no longer make a sound, his whole body was pitch black, his joints had been loosened, and he hung down softly.

"Alright, that's it for me." Wang Hai stepped back and sat down at the table: "Fourth sister, help me."

"Okay! Brother Hai." Xiaosi, who had been sitting at the table eating snacks, stood up, wiped her little hands on her body, wiped her mouth, and ran to the person with small steps.

Two small hands pressed on the person's body.

"Heh—heh—"

The head that had been hanging down powerlessly raised high again. This time, he couldn't even make a scream, his eyes were splitting, and his mouth opened into a black hole, from which a beast-like hiss came.

As mentioned earlier, in Li Miao's future plan for Xiaosi, Wang Hai, and Mei Qinghe, Wang Hai is responsible for clearing things up, and Mei Qinghe is responsible for kicking the door.

And Xiaosi, who seems harmless to humans and animals, is the one responsible for interrogation.

No matter how harmless Xiaosi looks on the outside, she was tortured by witchcraft for several years when she was a child and was refined into a human-insect. And her inner self is actually even weirder than Zuo Lishan.

With this experience and this essence, how could her temperament just be a lively and money-grubbing little girl?

Wang Hai is the character under Li Miao who does black work and black hands, and his temperament is both poisonous and extreme, just restrained by Li Miao's intentions.

On the day the Huwei Escort Agency group left the city to catch up, Li Miao deliberately instructed Wang Hai "not to kill anyone," not because Li Miao was soft-hearted. It was because he knew that if he didn't say this, the escorts would all die miserably in Wang Hai's hands.

How could an ordinary little girl get together with Wang Hai?

To put it bluntly, if Xiaosi were really an ordinary little girl, Li Miao would just kick Wang Hai in the butt and let him roll as far as he could. He wouldn't show an attitude of fueling the flames and let the two of them flirt under his nose.

The things they chat about all day long are not ordinary love words. If an ordinary person accidentally heard them, they would probably be terrified and go to report to the official immediately.

Returning to the present, why were this person interrogated by Wang Hai and Xiaosi in turn?

As mentioned earlier, the thief You Zi'ang, who pretended to be a ghost and scared people at Squire Wu's house in Pingshan Guard, was escorted by Wang Hai to Jinan Prefecture. That internal energy and light technique from the Plum Blossom Thief that You Zi'ang had were stolen from this person's home.

Originally, Wang Hai thought that the Plum Blossom Thief was a small fry who had died long ago, and this manual might have flowed into this person's hands unintentionally, so he didn't care much. He just arranged for the Embroidered Uniform Guard to check the situation of this person's home as a "background check" for You Zi'ang.

But he accidentally discovered that this person's home contained a copy of the "Sutra of Wisdom of the Root of All Laws."

This is the fundamental classic of the Manichaeism, one of the seven sutras of the Manichaeism.

Manichaeism, the name in the Central Plains is—Ming Cult.

The Ming Cult is a religious organization that uses faith to win people's hearts. So no matter how deeply those dead spies hide, they can always find some related things around them.

After all, religion is not very rational.

Li Miao only knew in Tai'an City that the Plum Blossom Thief was not dead, and the manual You Zi'ang obtained was just a cover for his fake death. Wang Hai didn't know Li Miao's discovery after they separated, but he knew that the Plum Blossom Thief was involved in the Ming Cult case that year and escaped from Li Miao's hands.

Now that the Ming Cult classic was found in the home of the person who hid the Plum Blossom Thief's manual, Wang Hai immediately became suspicious.

So he sent a message to have this person escorted to Jinan Prefecture, where he interrogated him personally.

As soon as Wang Hai started, he knew he had caught the right person.

Although this person had no internal energy in his body, his bones were strong, and he must have used a brilliant method to deliberately temper them. And Wang Hai interrogated for half a day; if it were an ordinary person, he would have confessed even how many more mouthfuls of milk he drank when he was a child.

This person looked like he hadn't said anything, just becoming more and more crazy and silent. But he didn't know that in Wang Hai's eyes, this was a typical dead spy's style; the more confused he was, the less he would open his mouth, fearing that he would leak information while drowsy.

However, no matter how pious your faith is and how firm your belief is, in Xiaosi's hands—it's just the result of suffering more.

Xiaosi's methods are not as simple as scraping skin and cutting flesh or clamping a few fingers.

Sure enough, Xiaosi's hand pressed on the person for less than a stick of incense, and he heard the person squeeze a sentence out of his mouth with difficulty: "...confess... I confess..."

"That... that manual... is according to my Ming Cult Right Envoy... 's... instructions..."

"Put... put it there... of..."