The next day.
Murong Hongye returned to the dungeon. From his attitude, it can be seen that he attached great importance to this matter.
Under his order, the jailers were tortured Han Feng.
The shrill screams filled the entire dungeon. Every torture was a painful torture to the body, which was beyond human endurance.
Under the mottled blood, Han Feng's face had already turned pale, cold sweat covered his entire face, his lips were trembling, and the muscles on his face were shaking.
But he never said a word.
After a while, even the jailer was a little tired and subconsciously stopped and said: "Sir, this guy's bones are too hard."
"Hmph, then change the instrument of torture." Murong Hongye sneered.
"Yes." The jailer responded, and just as he took out the torture tools, Murong Hongye suddenly shouted: "No! He is going to bite his tongue and commit suicide! Quick! Stop him!"
He looked nervous. When the jailers on both sides heard this, they immediately put down their things and rushed forward. Some started to pinch Han Feng's chin, while others were prying his mouth hard.
Han Feng refused to let go, his cheeks protruded and his eyes widened. However, his strength alone could not match that of the others, and he was quickly stopped. While dripping with blood, he grinned again, looking miserable and looking forward to death.
In this situation, even if Chen Jing didn't reveal any flaws, he just couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but close his eyes and tilt his head.
Fortunately, Murong Hongye was focused on Han Feng and did not notice his expression. Instead, she stepped forward nervously and asked the jailer: "How?"
"It didn't succeed, but the injury is very serious and he will die at any time." The jailer returned.
"Quick! Go call the medical officer!" How could Murong Hongye let Han Feng die like this.
"Yes!" A jailer took the order and left quickly.
Not long after, the medical officer hurried over with a medicine box. After a brief inspection, he said: "This man is seriously injured, has lost too much blood, and has bitten his tongue. His life is in danger."
"Is there any hope?" Murong Hongye asked nervously.
The medical officer said: "Fortunately, it was stopped in time. I'll do my best."
"It'll be good if there's help, it'll be good if there's help." Murong Hongye let out a long sigh.
The medical officer put down the medicine box and said: "Bite your tongue and commit suicide. It sounds simple, but this matter is definitely not something ordinary people can bear. It requires great perseverance and you should also have the determination to die. Otherwise, you will never have the courage. Mr. Murong, please forgive me for talking too much. Since this person dares to bite his tongue, it shows that he has a strong heart. If he is punished with ordinary punishment, I am afraid it will never be possible to pry his mouth open."
"Oh? What suggestions do you have?" Murong Hongye raised his eyebrows.
"This may be tried with poison." The medical officer said: "But now, his injury is too serious. It is still important to survive. Please put him down and lie on the bed for treatment. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to do anything. ."
"Yes." Murong Hongye nodded. Han Feng looked like he was dying now. He didn't think much and ordered the jailer: "Put him down and carry him to another place."
"Yes." The jailer received the order, and two people stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, to untie the chains.
Han Feng's body went limp, and the two jailers held him up, then raised his feet and prepared to leave.
But at this moment, Han Feng, who was already dying, suddenly raised his head, bit the right jailer's ear, and tore off his right ear with a pitiful howl like a slaughtered pig.
The jailer screamed and instinctively let go of Han Feng, covering his bleeding ears. At this opportunity, Han Feng also pulled out the sword from his waist and chopped down the other jailer with a single blow.
This sudden change happened in an instant, and by the time everyone had reacted, Han Feng had already roared, his hair disheveled and bloodstained, as shrill as a ghost, and he rushed towards Murong Hongye.
"Ah!?" Chen Jing pretended to be shocked, his face full of horror, and he fell to the ground, rolling and crawling.
Murong Hongye grabbed the medical officer, used him as a shield, and kicked him forward.
Amid the screams, the medical officer was caught off guard, fell forward, and was hit by the knife, stabbing him to the core.
Han Feng pushed hard and pulled out the bloody sword, and wanted to step forward to fight, but as the medical officer's body was delayed, Murong Hongye drank loudly, and more than a dozen personnel from the ceremony camp rushed into the dungeon, each with their swords unsheathed. , surrounded Han Feng.
The latter had suffered too much torture and was already at the end of his strength. At this time, he was holding on with one breath. He knew in his heart that there was no chance. He only looked around at the people who were surrounding him, and then he used his sword neatly. He pulled his neck hard without hesitation.
"Stop him quickly!"
Murong Hongye's eyes widened, pointing and shouting.
But it was too late, blood was spattered, Han Feng's body fell down, and the sword fell to the ground.
oops! Murong Hongye screamed in shock. She never expected that such an important thing would happen. Qin Jun's work, which was so important, committed suicide in front of his eyes!
He was filled with regret and turned to look at Chen Jing. The latter was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. This made him even more angry and shouted: "Chen Jing! What are you doing!"
"Ah!?" Chen Jing seemed to have just come to his senses and stammered: "I'm humble. I was too frightened just now. I failed to protect you in time. Please forgive me."
"They're all trash!" Although Murong Hongye was furious, he increasingly dispelled his doubts about Chen Jing, because how could such a timid person do what Qin Jun did so carefully.
Chen Jing's face still seemed to be in shock, but inside, he was in pain and grief.
He pretended to swallow and asked in a trembling voice: "Sir, what should I do now?"
Murong Hongye ignored him, but took a deep breath and said angrily to the jailer who was still covering his ears: "Send him down for treatment first! Throw Han Feng's body into a mass grave!"
"No!" The subordinates ordered, and someone stepped forward to help the jailer go, while someone else lifted Han Feng's body.
The enemy committed suicide and failed to dig out any bigger clues, which made Murong Hongye feel extremely bad. After glaring at Chen Jing, he left angrily.
Half an hour later, in the study room of Ruizhou Mansion.
Murong Hongye knelt down and reported on the detailed investigation.
King Ling was sitting behind the desk, sorting out the bamboo slips, and asked without raising his head: "Have you checked everything?"
"Yes, Your Majesty." Murong Hongye said: "The enemy's meticulous work was carried out by Xiao Banner Officer Han Feng. The evidence is conclusive and he has been punished now."
"Why did he kill the person?" The Spirit King paused and frowned slightly: "Don't he have anything useful on him?"
Murong Hongye said: "Your Majesty, Wei Chen also thought about whether we could dig out more clues based on this. However, Han Feng could not bear the torture and died in prison. However, Wei Chen has ordered Someone dumped his body in a mass grave. If there were any other details, and they learned about it, they would secretly collect his body."
The Spirit King nodded slowly: "Well, that's a good idea. Keep an eye on it. Of course, it's not the best."
"I understand, Your Majesty, please rest assured."
(End of chapter)
