Li Weiwei was shaking violently and screamed wildly. His gums trembled and he kept whispering and begging. There was blood in his voice: "Kill me, kill me, kill me."
Han Changmu shook his head coldly and said cruelly: "If you fall into my hands, life is worse than death. Unless you vomit it all, I can still give you a good time."
Yao Yao turned her head away. She really couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing Li Huwei in pain made her feel inexplicably itchy all over. She wanted to end it as soon as possible.
Helian Wenyuan even retreated far away with a pale expression, standing close to the high car. He turned his head and felt crazy even if he took another look at it.
A fat gerbil crawled around Yao Yao's feet, not afraid of people at all. Yao Yao grabbed the gerbil's tail, picked it up and shook it: "Before you die, I will let you have fun. You Please remember me."
Li Weiwei flinched, with a frightened look on his face, and struggled to speak out, blood dripping from every word: "You, you little bitch, you, what are you going to do?"
Yao Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and gave an ugly smile. He turned to look at Han Changmu, and there was a hint of fear in his words that even she didn't notice: "Master, I think he is too noisy, can you tell him to be quiet? "
Han Changmu nodded and looked at Yao Yao with an interested smile to see what she planned to do.
Yao Yao knelt down, pinched Li Wewei's cheeks hard, forced him to open his mouth, and then stuffed the squirming gerbil inside.
She only stuffed half of it in. Li Weiwei's bare gums were biting on the gerbil's belly, the head was stuffed in his mouth, and the buttocks and long tail were exposed.
This gerbil was like a stinky sock used as a gag. It couldn't spit it out or swallow it. It kept twisting and struggling and got into Li Wewei's throat.
Yao Yao patted Li Weiwei's cheek and smiled sinisterly: "Li Haohan, Li Yingxiong, you have to bite hard. If you bite loose, the gerbil will get into your belly. If you bite hard, poof , His mouth is full of gerbil blood." Her dark eyes rolled, and she smiled: "By the way, you also have to be careful with your tongue, don't put it in the gerbil's mouth, this little thing But I’m still hungry.”
Guard Li puffed out his cheeks and widened his eyes in fear.
Why, how could there be such a vicious bitch?
He was itching all over his body now. How could he control his strength? This was simply uncontrollable. He was now relying on gritting his teeth to restrain the itching all over his body and barely maintain the last trace of his clear mind.
Helian Wenyuan subconsciously touched his mouth, then touched his heart fearfully.
Fortunately, he had not offended her along the way, otherwise she would have stuffed him with gerbils sooner or later.
Han Changmu didn't think there was anything vicious about it. He had seen it before and used methods that were thousands of times more vicious than this.
The gerbil was twisting in its mouth, neither lightly nor severely. Li Weiwei struggled, big beads of sweat spilled all over the floor, and his moans and screams were muffled in his throat, making a whining sound.
This method was really torturous. After only seven or eight breaths, Li Huwei lost the strength to struggle. He collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, motionless.
Seeing that it was almost time, Han Changmu nodded lightly towards Yao Yao.
Yao Yao picked up the gerbil by its tail and pulled out the bitten half-dead gerbil. He turned his head away. He felt disgusted himself and couldn't bear to look directly. He reached out and patted Li Weiwei's face: "How do you like it? Do you want more?" Try the gerbil again.”
Li Huwei's cheeks twitched uncontrollably.
There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and he choked for a long time. He whimpered coldly: "I, I, I said, say."
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao, smiled slightly in approval, and continued the question just now: "How are the Four Holy Sects divided, and how many believers there are."
Li Huwei trembled violently, mouth full of blood, and spoke weakly: "In the religion, there are eight saints, holy envoys, sixteen, sixteen protectors, thirty-two lay people, sixty-four There are countless banner masters and hall masters, and tens of thousands of believers, mainly distributed in Chang'an, Luo, Luoyang, and Longyou and Hexi areas."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "It would have been better if I had done this earlier, and I would have suffered less torture."
He sprinkled snow-white powder on the wound on Li Weiwei's left hand, and in just one breath, the itching in that arm was relieved.
Li Huwei felt that this relief was just scratching the surface and did not help his pain at all. Instead, it made him even more intolerable. His mouth was full of bitterness and his throat was tight. He murmured eagerly: "Here, give me, give me the antidote."
Han Changmu knew that the confession would be considered a success, and he planned to do it in one fell swoop. If he brought Wu Feng back for further interrogation, there would probably be complications.
He shook the antidote again and continued to ask: "Holy Master, Young Master, who are you?"
Li Huwei's eyes were red and he trembled impatiently: "Holy Master, Holy Master is a Hu man in his forties, around forty, young master, young master is a Han Chinese in his mid-twenties. But what is his origin and what is his name?" , I, I really don’t know.”
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes slightly. A person who can establish such a tight organization with such a large number of believers will naturally not reveal his origins easily.
Without saying a word, he sprinkled the antidote on Li Weiwei's other arm.
By doing this, Li Huwei felt truly at ease, and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this man had kept his promise.
Han Changmu looked calm and continued to ask: "How do you contact me?"
After some relief from the itching and pain, Li Huwei spoke more eloquently and whispered weakly: "The holy envoys, protectors, Sanren, flag masters, and hall masters in the religion communicate with each other through seal letters, and ordinary believers communicate at the Zoroastrian Temple."
Han Changmu nodded, and it was not much different from what he expected. He slowly asked: "Where is the seal?"
Li Weiwei flinched, struggled for a moment, and finally lamented: "This is the pouch on my waist."
Hearing the word "pei nang", Yao Yao suddenly raised his head and couldn't hide his shock. Without waiting for Han Changmu's instructions, he reached out and pulled off the pei pouch from Li Huwei's waist. He flipped it over and saw the plum blossom in the pouch.
Her expression changed slightly, and her expression returned to normal in an instant as she handed the pouch to Han Changmu.
Han Changmu turned it over and looked at it, and naturally saw the plum blossom on the inside of the pouch, but he did not notice anything wrong and frowned slightly: "This pouch is no different, how can you use it like this?" Things are seals.”
Li Huwei blurted out without even struggling: "There is a four-petal plum blossom embroidered in the bag. This is the contact mark."
Han Changmu nodded. Plum blossoms always have five petals, and four-petal plum blossoms are indeed extremely clever.
He concentrated and wanted to ask: "Do you always use pouches to communicate?"
Li Huwei shook his head: "No, the saint uses a sachet and the protector uses a silk handkerchief. I have never contacted you about the others. In fact, I don't know."
Hearing Li Huwei's words, Yao Yao was so confused that he couldn't help but take a step back, lowered his head, and looked at his ankles tightly wrapped by leather boots. The four-petal plum blossom appeared when exposed to heat, like a tarsal bone. Make her feel uneasy all day long.
Han Changmu remained silent, not noticing Yao Yao's emotional changes, and detoxified Li Wewei's legs from the poison.
It's hard to tell whether Li Huwei's words were true or false. He seemed to be hiding something, but there was no way to verify it.
Han Changmu continued to ask: "What does the case of missing salary have to do with you."
Li Huwei said without thinking: "This matter was originally planned by the young master, but after the baggage truck entered the Hexi area, the Holy Master arranged for someone to take over. We don't know what happened next."
"Are the Holy Master and Young Master at odds with each other?" Han Changmu caught the key point of Li Guarding Huazhong and asked.
Li Huwei nodded hesitantly: "The Holy Lord controls the Four Holy Sects all the year round and acts arbitrarily. Most of the Holy Envoys and Protectors are his people. Among the Holy Envoys, only I and Mrs. Zhou are the only ones." He paused and laughed at himself: "I think you should have seen what happened that night. Madam Zhou and I were the only ones among the holy envoys who obeyed the young master."
Han Changmu nodded: "What is the relationship between the Holy Master and the Young Master?"
Li Huwei nodded first, then shook his head: "I heard that the young master was raised by the Holy Lord, but I don't know what the relationship is."
In a hurry, Han Changmu had nothing to ask. His face darkened and he said, "I will take you back to Fifth Feng. You must write down everything you know about the Four Holy Religions."
Guard Li nodded in agreement.
Han Changmu suddenly remembered something and asked lightly: "May I ask Guard Li what his name is?"
Li Huwei took a breath and simply said two words: "Li Sheng."
Han Changmu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression as normal, and whispered to Helian Wenyuan: "Brother Helian, put Li Sheng on the high cart and return to the fifth beacon. You must keep an eye on him. I still keep this person for use." "
"Don't worry, young master." Helian Wenyuan responded from a distance. He was already scared out of his mind. When he heard this, he nodded solemnly and carried Li Sheng like a chicken, without even bothering to tie it up. It was just thrown carelessly on the high car.
After all this hard work, the sun has gradually set in the west, and the sunlight has become a little darker, not as bright as before.
Han Changmu nodded and said calmly: "Let's go. If you don't leave, even Mu Shi won't be able to catch up."
The three of them got on their horses and galloped, raising up an overwhelming amount of sand and dust, making it dark.
The outline of the fifth beacon became more and more clearly visible. As the sun set, the undulating buildings were stained with fine golden edges.
As they gradually approached the fort, the chaotic sound of horse hooves shocked people's hearts. It sounded like many horses rushing out of the fifth beacon.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao quickly looked at each other, feeling ominous.
Yao Yao sighed.
What is going on? Could it be that there are Turks besieging us again? This is too unlucky.
She glanced sideways at Han Changmu and cursed secretly.
I'm afraid this is a disaster. Everywhere he goes, he will be unlucky. Just like the famous cartoon Detective Conan, people die wherever he goes.
