According to Shen Hao's knowledge, evil monks or fake evil monks are all rats in the stinking ditch. Let alone the streets, as long as they dare to show their eyes, they will be beaten. "Sect"?
You're not just a street gangster, are you?
I despise it in my heart, but it does not prevent these things from being recorded in the file. It can be used as a reference for understanding information about pseudo-evil monks.
"Our sect leader's name is Chen Zhidong, he is a disciple of Master Bai Gu. His cultivation level is said to be at the second level of Xuanhai Realm."
"What? Second level of Xuanhai realm?" Shen Hao leaned forward a little, the smile on his face not diminishing. He instinctively felt that Ma Sankui was bragging. An evil monk from the Xuanhai Realm? Or a pseudo-evil monk? You must know that the elders of first-class sects are generally only at the second level of Xuanhai realm.
"Yes, it is said that he is at the second level of Xuanhai Realm." Ma Sankui did not explain. Every word he said now made his heart hurt like needles. It was a cowardly feeling of self-blame. But the self-proclaimed "toughness and fearlessness" were easily destroyed by torture. What Ma Sankui wants now is not to survive but to die quickly.
"That means only your sect leader knows who from the Ministry of War has been contacted? Right?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me, where is your sect?"
"...To the northeast, there is the City of Wasted Death."
"What city?"
"Wishi City. It is in the northeast of Jingjiu Dynasty, beyond the boundaries of Jingjiu Dynasty but close to it, not far from the intersection of Ruoshui and Wenjiang River." Ma Sankui lowered his head and seemed to be distracted when he spoke. Like a soul.
Shen Hao frowned when he heard this. Because he had never heard of the "City of Wasted Death" at all. But he knew about Wenjiang and Ruoshui. He raised his hand to greet Wang Jian in the room to get an ordinary map, then unfolded it to find the point where Wenjiang River and Ruoshui meet, and then asked Ma Sankui to point out where the so-called "City of Wasted Death" was.
"A little further down, no, a little further to the left, a little further down, yes, that's probably where it is." Ma Sankui's eyes were empty, and he used words to direct Wang Jian's fingers holding the map to move on the map, and it didn't take long for him to click on it. A place with no town sign at all.
Wang Jian's face was filled with anger, but he was here to listen and was not qualified to speak, so after glaring at Ma Sankui, he made a mark on the map with a pen and handed it to Shen Hao.
"..." Shen Hao looked at the map in his hand and remained silent. I was surprised, and at the same time I believed Ma Sankui seven points. Because he had seen the location pointed out by Ma Sankui before in other places.
The location that Ma Sankui pointed to was no longer within the borders of Jingjiu Dynasty, but Shen Hao remembered that this place did have a town logo on the military-level map, but there was no explanation on the logo. And Shen Hao noticed this place in the first place because of the two Yin Jade maps in his hand.
There is a red dot on the Yinyu map, marking the same location.
Shen Hao was confused at the beginning and didn't understand why there was an unnamed town mark on the military level map. He thought it was because of the overseas relationship and it was a drawing mistake. Now it doesn't seem to be a mistake.
Putting away the map, Shen Hao continued to ask: "This City of Wasted Death is outside the borders of Jingjiu Dynasty, next to Jingdong and far away from Jingxi Road. You must have a stronghold or something like this when you move within Jingjiu Dynasty on weekdays, right? ?Where?"
Ma Sankui said: "There is no stronghold, and all actions are guided by the tasks assigned by the sect. If there is no overlap in tasks among our fellow sects, we will hardly get together in private."
Shen Hao continued: "Then what is the relationship between you and the evil monks?"
"Evil monks? I have nothing to do with them." Ma Sankui answered firmly.
"It doesn't matter?"
"Yeah. It doesn't matter."
Shen Hao narrowed his eyes, stood up from the chair, walked to Ma Sankui, grabbed the other person's hair and asked him to look into his eyes, and asked again: "What does the evil monk have to do with you?"
"It doesn't matter."
Ma Sankui's eyes subconsciously dodge, but that's out of fear rather than guilt. In Shen Hao's eyes, this person's will has been destroyed. Many people will have this reaction after being tortured and dealt with severely.
It seemed that Ma Sankui was not lying. Do you really not know that the "Five Poisons Green Smoke Technique" that you practice is a method born out of evil monks? Moreover, the "barrier-breaking pill" they use is also a soul-type thing, similar to Yin Tofu.
Maybe Ma Sankui has been brainwashed?
But if Ma Sankui really didn't feel that he had anything to do with the evil monks, then why would he turn against the human race and collude with the barbarians? Even if it is the mission of the sect, this reverse psychological contradiction is not easy to reverse.
Shen Hao was very curious about this: "Since you have nothing to do with the evil monks, why do you want to collude with the barbarians? What benefits do they give you?"
If Ma Sankui didn't have the weird cognition of evil monks and didn't regard living beings as "tools" and "materials," then the only logic that could explain Ma Sankui's behavior was: interests.
"Every time I buy goods, the money is given by the barbarians."
"Bank notes?"
"Yes, they are all banknotes from Jingjiuchao Bank."
"Then what? What's your reward?"
"I don't know. These are the sect's contacts with the barbarians. I only know that they are not money."
Shen Hao let go of his hand. Let Ma Sankui's head hang down. Silently, he returned to the chair and sat down, then picked up the confession recorded on the side, read it once, and closed it.
"Come here today and keep an eye on him. Don't let anything happen to him. Do you understand?"
Wang Yiming was specifically responsible for the prisoner's custody and quickly nodded in agreement.
Shen Hao left the torture room without going home. He planned to spend the night in the public house. The main reason is that there are a lot of threads in his mind right now, and he needs to sort them out immediately. If he goes home, he will waste time.
After Shen Hao returned to the public house, he took out the army-level Jingjiu Dynasty territory map that he had saved. After unfolding it, his eyes moved to the intersection of Ruoshui and Xiahe, and then headed southeast out of the national border. , finally stopped at the unsigned town sign, and then took out the ordinary version of the map that Ma Sankui pointed to just now. The two marks on it were almost the same.
"So, the town without a name on this map is called "The City of Wasted Death"? Did the person who drew the map deliberately omit it?
In addition, Ma Sankui's words do not think that he is a member of the evil monks, let alone a pseudo-evil monk. Maybe he just thinks that he is a group of people who will do anything for a certain benefit. But what exactly did this so-called "sect" get from the barbarians? "
