Chapter 63: Releasing the Line

  "Who is He Lan?"

  Yang Fan was taken aback, he didn't know that the small village where he lived had anything to do with anyone else. He had never heard of the name He Lanmin before, and he secretly remembered it in his heart. In a stern voice, he said: "Who I am is not important, just tell me who... sent you?"

  Yang Mingsheng, with a rope around his neck, laughed hoarsely and indistinctly: "I thought that village had been razed to the ground, everyone... everyone was killed, didn't expect... there's still one fish that slipped through the net!"

  Yang Fansen said sternly: "Heaven spared my life, precisely for your retribution today. Yang Mingsong, who exactly instructed you to go, speak quickly!"

  Yang Fan's foot pressed down, Yang Mingsheng was trampled to the ground, his face cheek pressed against the floor, saliva flowing out uncontrollably, extremely disheveled. He panted and said: "Why do you need someone to instruct, can't it be me who wants to go kill people?"

  "Who?"

  "You're not worthy! You were just a dog back then, a dog controlled by others!"

  Yang Fan fiercely pressed his boot down on Yang Ming's hawk-like nose, distorting it, and said in a cold voice: "I've investigated, that year you were just a small official, what qualifications did you have to lead troops out of the capital? How dare you kill people and slaughter villages, leaving no one alive? What kind of ability do you have to make the Shaozhou government turn a blind eye, and even go to great lengths to cover up for you?"

  Facing Yang Fan's series of questions, Yang Mingsong only grinned and sneered with a cold smile.

  "It seems you won't shed tears until you see a coffin."

  He tightened the rope in his hand, and his foot still stepped firmly on Yang Mingsheng's neck, making his head rise high. Yang Mingsheng immediately discovered with fear that the ghost-faced man had already raised the steaming ceramic pot in his hand.

  "Are you hiring?"

  Yang Mingsheng's facial muscles twitched with fear, but he still gritted his teeth tightly. When he knew where the other party came from, he knew that today's situation would not end well. If he didn't confess the secrets in his heart, there might still be a glimmer of hope. Once he confessed the truth, he would have no chance of escape.

  Yang Fan sneered, the ceramic pot in his hand slowly tilting over, Yang Mingsheng's eyes grew wider and wider, his pupils shrinking to the size of a needle tip. The boiling soup turned into a line, pouring down from mid-air, emitting a hot mist that splashed onto Yang Mingsheng's forehead. Yang Mingsheng suddenly closed his eyes tightly, before the soup even touched him, he twisted and screamed in terror.

  "Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..."

  Boiling water splashed onto his body, making a "gurgling" sound. Yang Mingsheng's painful roar was stuck in his throat and couldn't be shouted out. He was scalded by the boiling soup, causing his whole body to shake violently, with all his muscles tensed like steel. The rope made from the silk soap in Yang Fan's hand was very sturdy, and as he twisted his body, it creaked and groaned, but showed no signs of breaking.

  Yang Fan's hand slightly lifted, and the boiling water subsided a little.

  "Who told you to go?"

  Yang Mingsheng closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and shook his head. His forehead and cheeks were bright red, and a blister quickly floated up from his forehead, looking extremely terrifying.

  "Don't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

  Yang Fan sneered, his hand slightly tilted, and the boiling water poured down again. Yang Mingsheng was like a catfish being trampled under his boots, constantly struggling and twisting, but unable to escape his control. The scalding water poured down, peeling off the skin on his forehead, and blood and tea water flowed everywhere.

  "Shall we talk?"

  "Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..."

  "Shall we talk?"

  "Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..."

  The boiling water slowly moved towards Yang Mingsheng's eyes, Yang Mingsheng struggled violently for a few moments, then with a sudden burst of strength, he almost broke free from Yang Fan's control, and then his body stiffened and he fainted.

  Yang Fan's hand didn't stop, his hand slightly tilted, the boiling water continued to pour down, pouring onto Yang Mingsong's eyes, the thin eyelids were scalded open, and the boiling water directly poured into his eyes.

  Yang Mingsheng's body involuntarily trembled slightly, but he had not yet come to. After a while, even the bodily instinctive slight trembling reaction disappeared, because the flesh scalded by the boiling water had been thoroughly cooked through and no longer had any sensation.

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  Yang Fan's ceramic teapot was completely overturned, the boiling water had been poured out, and the overcooked tea leaves splashed all over Yang Mingsheng's face.

  Yang Fan put down the ceramic pot, loosened his reins, and slowly sat back on the couch, with a faint glimmer in his eyes behind the mask. Yang Mingsheng's tough attitude was beyond his expectation, it seemed that the preparations made in advance were indeed useful, counting the time, now should be about right...

  After an unknown period of time, Yang Mingsheng let out a moan and slowly came to. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that everything in front of him was pitch black, and his heart suddenly filled with wild joy: "Has that thief left?"

  But immediately, a voice that sounded gentle but was as terrifying as the devil's whispered in his ear: "Awake? Will you speak now?"

  Yang Mingsheng was horrified: "That devil is still there!"

  He was just about to let out a loud cry when his cheek tightened again, and the rope was pulled even tighter. A wave of unbearable pain washed over him. If he could see himself now, he would be scared to death. His two eyes were no longer visible under their eyelids, his face was covered in blood blisters, and his eyeballs had been scalded by boiling water, bulging out of their sockets.

  The rope of that silk was strong enough, and had already tightened into the scorched flesh on both sides of his face, with white teeth exposed outside, just like a fierce ghost. Yang Fan, who stood behind him, didn't feel a bit afraid.

  He had killed people, and although the small country of Nanyang was small, there were also criminals and rebels. He had caught thieves and put down rebellions with his master since he was a child, but he had never abused anyone. However, in his dreams, he had already imagined all sorts of ways to abuse someone more than once.

  That person is the one right in front of him, the one who coldly shouted: "Kill! Not a single one left, kill them all!" The command that had caused a burst of blood, his sister's severed head flying up, was searing his heart like boiling oil, making him suffer torment and no longer feel any fear.

  His face was covered with boiling blood, pus and various bodily fluids, and the two stern and cold frown lines on Yang Mingsheng's face could no longer be seen. There were only blisters, pus and tea leaves. At this moment, he was not a fierce ghost but looked even more terrifying than a fierce ghost.

  "My eyes..."

  Yang Mingsheng let out a despairing moan from his throat, and he finally discovered an unfeeling reality: he couldn't see anything at all!

  His eyes were pitch black, not because the lights in the room had gone out, but because his eyes had been blinded, scalded blind.

  He's finished, he's done for, his future is completely ruined.

  Yang Mingsheng's eyes were pitch black, and his heart was also pitch black. The double blow to his body and mind caused him to faint again just as he had awakened.

  ……

  "Hmm..."

  Yang Mingsheng slowly came to, he felt around and desperately cried out: "Kill me! Kill me!"

  That cold, aged voice beside my ear echoed again: "A deep-seated blood feud, over a hundred lives lost, killing you would be letting you off easy! Are you going to talk or not? If you don't talk, I won't mind continuing to inflict all the torture I can think of on you! You're a Judicial Commissioner, shouldn't you have some confidence? No one has ever withstood all forms of torture, right?"

  Yang Mingsheng's whole body trembled, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Devil! Devil! You are a devil!"

  The hoary voice said coldly: "Not bad! I am a demon! Yang Langzhong, this is all thanks to you! Hehe..."

  The laughter had not yet subsided when a sudden explosive sound was heard, and the door burst open with a loud "bang", crashing into the bookshelf opposite, shattering it into pieces. Two figures rushed in, shouting loudly: "Halt, you scoundrel!"

  Yang Fan had just dropped the silk rope in his hand, and the two guards' families rushed over, their wooden knives rolling like wheels, wrapping around Yang Fan's waist and neck.

  They came from the Western State and were Yang Mingsheng's personal guards, martial arts guards. Those who could be chosen by Yang Mingsheng as his attendants naturally had extraordinary martial arts skills, let alone they grew up in the Western Regions and were born to be fierce.

  Two broadswords were wielded in their hands, making a whooshing sound. Yang Fan hastily drew out the short knife from his waist and heard "clanging" sounds as he narrowly dodged the fierce slashes of the two massive swords, retreating all the way to the corner of the wall.

  Yang Mingsheng heard the sound of weapons clashing, and on the ground, he excitedly crawled around, enduring intense pain, incoherently yelling: "Kill him! Chop him into minced meat for me! I want to live, I want to live, I want to slaughter him with my own hands!"

  A fierce and brutal fight broke out in the study, with a loud crash, the bookshelves were knocked over, the curtains were torn apart, and debris flew everywhere, as if a hurricane had just swept through.

  "Rumble!"

  Outside the study, another dozen or so people with torches and swords rushed in. Some of them rushed to support Yang Mingsong, while others joined the battle group, surrounding Yang Fan. Yang Fan laughed loudly: "You scoundrel! Your life is destined to be mine, today I'll let you live for now, but I'll come back for it another day!"

  As he spoke, the short knife in his hand suddenly burst into a brilliant light, dancing out a dazzling array of light wheels, forcing back several approaching family generals. He turned around and leaped out of the window.

  "Chase!"

  Those two families will be hot on each other's heels, the fish jumping out of the window, three figures in a row, one in front and two behind, disappearing into the vast night after a few leaps.

  "Woof! Woof woof!"

  Xiao Bai started barking loudly and responsibly...

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