Chapter 192

The knife blade reflecting the firelight fell.

The bald Xiongnu's tongue was cut off by Liu Bai Tu with one knife.

"Woo~"

"Ah~"

The bald Xiongnu screamed with blood flowing from his mouth.

"Since you don't want to speak, then don't speak for the rest of your life; keeping your tongue is useless."

Liu Bai Tu turned around, as if holding a trophy, and placed the freshly cut tongue on the desk behind him.

Arranged in a row with the kneecap.

When Liu Bai Tu turned around again, the light in his eyes seemed very excited.

"I hope you can hold on a little longer, so I can experiment with everything I've learned at once."

Liu Bai Tu, who raised his hand, said softly.

The tone was gentle, as if he were a shy big boy.

But the firelight jumping on the wall hit Liu Bai Tu's pale face, which looked exceptionally terrifying.

When Liu Bai Tu picked up the small knife in his hand again and walked toward the Xiongnu, the Xiongnu's psychological defense was broken.

These Xiongnu might be brave and good at fighting, and not afraid of death on the battlefield.

But the current situation was completely different from fighting on the battlefield.

The young Xiongnu noble had long been scared pale.

Even the long pants on the lower half of his body were soaked.

"I... I... I'll say, I'll say!"

"My name is Huchuquan!"

The young Xiongnu noble shouted.

When Liu Bai Tu heard these three words, the expression on his face did not change.

But Duan Yu, who was sitting not far behind, had his expression change when he heard the name Huchuquan.

Huchuquan.

Wasn't that the son of Qiangqu and the younger brother of Yufuluo?

This was no longer a simple Xiongnu noble.

This was the Chanyu bloodline of the Xiongnu lineage.

As the son of the Chanyu, Huchuquan ran to Jinyang, and it was aimed at the Wang family, so it couldn't be for selling furs.

A Xiongnu Chanyu's son selling furs?

Are you kidding me?

Huchuquan coming here must have something more important.

Duan Yu became more and more convinced of his initial guess.

However, Duan Yu did not rush to show any expression.

Liu Bai Tu turned to Huchuquan.

"Huchuquan?" Liu Bai Tu shook his head, indicating he hadn't heard of it.

Then he asked: "Then can you tell me your purpose?"

"I..."

Huchuquan gritted his teeth and said with a trembling body: "I am just a small noble of the tribe. I admit I killed someone. I just wanted to come and purchase some private salt, and I can compensate."

"I can compensate you, with cattle and sheep, with furs, you can say whatever you want."

"But please don't hurt me or the warriors of my tribe anymore!" Huchuquan said.

Lying!

Duan Yu's eyes narrowed.

This guy is still too young, not yet the Xiongnu Chanyu of the future.

First of all, Huchuquan lied about his identity.

Huchuquan completely didn't realize that someone in this dungeon would know this name.

Huchuquan is the son of the current Xiongnu Chanyu.

But this doesn't mean this name is known to everyone.

The Eastern Han is not the later generations, where the internet is developed and the dissemination channels are fast.

But even in later generations, if you find two people at random and ask them to say the names of other heads of state, they might not necessarily be able to say them.

Let alone this era.

Let alone the Xiongnu Chanyu, or the son of the Xiongnu Chanyu.

Even the emperor sitting on the dragon chair, most people don't know what his name is.

The naive Huchuquan didn't expect at all that his words not only didn't deceive Duan Yu, but even Liu Bai Tu didn't deceive.

Still the same reason.

If it was really just to sell furs or want some private salt.

Did it need to take so long?

The Great Han had laws prohibiting the sale of salt and iron to the Xiongnu, Xianbei, and all surrounding nomadic peoples.

But such things were obviously impossible to cut off.

There were always merchants who would do this for profit.

The later Jin merchants were the best example.

Liu Bai Tu shook his head while walking toward Huchuquan with the small knife in his hand.

"Clearly, you are not scared enough."

Liu Bai Tu said softly: "Fear cannot breed lies. I hope your mouth can stay this hard."

"That way I will have more time to experiment with what I have learned."

"Don't worry, I'm not worried that you won't tell the truth, because it's just a matter of time."

"I won't kill you all at once, I will help you heal your wounds, and then start again on the old wounds."

"Please believe me, believe in my professionalism."

Liu Bai Tu smiled shyly: "So, now we can start."

As he spoke, Liu Bai Tu used the small knife in his hand to directly cut the sheepskin coat on Huchuquan's upper body.

The next second, a terrified scream sounded.

"Ugh~"

Jia Xu supported the wall outside the dungeon with one hand and supported his knees with the other.

The originally pale face now looked even paler.

After a dry retch, Jia Xu wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve before straightening his waist.

"Simply... not human." Jia Xu looked at the closed door of the dungeon behind him with lingering fear.

At this moment, there were still screams in the dungeon, but they were much smaller.

Duan Yu pushed open the door of the dungeon and walked out with satisfaction.

After half an hour.

He got the answer he wanted.

What he taught Liu Bai Tu were the top-level torture and interrogation methods that had evolved after more than two thousand years.

It was far more advanced than the whips, beatings, and finger-pinching of this era.

It was a double blow not only physically but also psychologically.

Let alone people who hadn't been trained, even ordinary trained agents might not necessarily be able to hold on.

Therefore, these Xiongnu, including Huchuquan, all confessed.

Duan Yu walked to Jia Xu's side and patted Jia Xu's back gently.

"Lord, this is... where did you find this person?" Jia Xu said with lingering fear: "He looks very shy usually, how..."

Thinking of the scene just now, Jia Xu couldn't help but tremble again and shiver.

Duan Yu smiled.

Duan Yu smiled.