After rebirth, the little junior sister’s salty life

At this moment, Zhuo Yi and two other people were behind bars and imprisoned in the dungeon. In Zhuo Yi's arms, his unconscious sister lay in a coma. She closed her eyes tightly, as if she was sleeping, but her face was as pale as paper, which made people worried. What is particularly eye-catching is that the hideous and terrifying wound on Zhuo Yi's neck is like a crimson earthworm snaking on the skin. It is unbearable to look at and makes people feel pity.

At the same time, Ye Zhao paced anxiously in the dungeon, his heart burning like fire.

In fact, the real treasure map is hidden in a hidden place in Ye Mansion. However, no matter how hard others try to search, they have never been able to find it. Those people reported the news to the city lord Ming Haijun.

What puzzled Ye Zhao was that the mysterious man's attitude towards them was too weird. Although we have successfully captured key figures like them, why don't we rush to start interrogation? This question kept lingering in Ye Zhao's mind, making him think hard but still couldn't find the answer.

In the quiet and peaceful study room, there was a sudden roar, like thunder exploding. Ming Haijun's face was filled with anger and his whole body was shaking. All the items originally placed on the table were swept to the ground by him, making a crackling sound.

"A bunch of losers! I've raised you for so long in vain, and no one can count on you at the critical moment!" Ming Haijun gritted his teeth and cursed, with anger and disappointment shining in his eyes.

The men standing aside were silent, no one dared to speak easily for fear of offending the angry master.

After a moment of silence, someone finally cautiously suggested: "Sir, please calm down. Since we found nothing in Ye Mansion, we might consider starting with the three people in the dungeon. They might know the true whereabouts of the treasure map."

Ming Haijun frowned slightly when he heard this, but soon relaxed it. He thought to himself that at this point, he could only treat a dead horse as a live doctor.

\"Okay, send someone to torture them immediately! Before sunset today, you must find out the whereabouts of the treasure map. Otherwise, you will wait for the same fate as this broken table!\" After that, he said harshly He kicked the already broken desk at his feet hard.

Everyone followed the order and left, secretly complaining in their hearts. However, facing Ming Haijun's wrath, they had no choice but to follow orders. A cruel interrogation is about to begin, but the three people in the dungeon have no idea.

In the dark, damp, rotten-smelling passage of the dungeon, there was suddenly a sound of heavy and neat footsteps. Immediately afterwards, several tall and fully armed guards appeared in front of them.

When the guard in charge of the dungeon saw this, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. With a flattering smile on his face, he bowed his head and said, "Hello, sir! What's the purpose of your visit to the dungeon?"

The captain of the guard glanced at him indifferently and said nothing, but the majesty in his eyes made people shudder. After a moment, he slowly said: "Pick out the three people locked in the dungeon and send them to the interrogation room. I will interrogate them personally. In addition, prepare all the torture instruments. No less!"

Hearing this, the person in charge of the dungeon was shocked. He knew that this matter was not trivial, but he still asked: "Yes, sir. I'm just... a little bold to ask, what crime did these three people commit?" Huh? Why go to such trouble?"

The captain of the guard suddenly turned his head, and shot the man with a sharp gaze like a knife, and said coldly: "My lord, you have your own discretion in doing things, why do you need to talk so much? Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, otherwise, be careful with your head!" "

Being glared at by the captain of the guard, the man suddenly turned pale with fright and trembled all over. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I understand, I understand. Don't ask, don't ask, I will never say a word." . \"After saying that, he quickly turned around and left, following the instructions of the captain of the guard.

The three people were taken to the interrogation room separately. Their arms were tightly tied to the cold and hard pillars, making them unable to move at all.

The first person to be interrogated was Ye Zhao. Facing the solemn and oppressive formation in front of him, even though he has experienced hundreds of battles, he can't help but feel a sense of surprise in his heart. However, when the insidious means of the mastermind emerged in his mind, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes - so that's it!

The captain of the guard sat lazily on the chair, his eyes casually scanning Ye Zhao who was handcuffed to the pillar. The newly appointed captain of the guard was originally the city lord's personal guard, so his skill and strength should not be underestimated. At this moment, he looked at the man in front of him with a nonchalant attitude, as if he had already seen through him.

"Are you Ye Zhao?" The man looked at the person in front of him indifferently, with a hint of subtle cunning flashing in his eyes, "I think you should know what I want to ask. If you are sensible, it's best to explain it clearly to avoid misunderstandings. Suffer the pain of those flesh. Otherwise... Humph!" At the end of the sentence, the man sneered, and the threat was self-evident.

However, in the face of the man's questions and threats, Ye Zhao was like a sculpture, expressionless, and even his eyes never wavered. As the former legitimate son of the Ye family, he has long been accustomed to all kinds of hardships and tortures, and naturally he also knows how to endure pain and keep secrets. He was completely unfazed by such a scene, because he knew that these were just methods used by the enemy to extract confessions.

Seeing Ye Zhao's lack of response, the man's mouth slightly raised with a sarcastic smile: "What? Do you think you'll be fine without opening your mouth?" After that, he stood up slowly and walked towards the stove. The flames in the furnace were burning brightly, illuminating the surrounding area, and the man's figure looked particularly strange under the light of the fire.

Coming to the stove, the man reached out and picked up a pair of red-hot pliers, as if feeling its temperature. Then, he picked up the pliers slowly and gently put them back in place. Then, he turned back to Ye Zhao, and the pliers in his hand swayed beside Ye Zhao's face intentionally or unintentionally, and occasionally came close to his skin, causing a burning sensation. The seemingly invisible threat, like the whisper of a devil, clearly conveyed his thoughts at the moment - as long as Ye Zhao refused to cooperate, the pliers might fall on him at any time.

Even in the face of such a serious threat, Ye Zhao still pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.

This man's patience was finally worn out. His originally gentle face suddenly turned as cold as ice, and even his words were no longer polite at all: "Huh! Okay, since you won't give me face, you have to give me a toast." If you don’t eat and drink as a penalty, don’t blame my subordinates for being ruthless!”

After saying that, he waved his arm and pressed the red-hot pliers on Ye Zhao's chest hard!

In an instant, an unbearable searing pain spread throughout his body. Ye Zhao felt as if he was about to be ignited by this terrible high temperature! Beads of sweat fell from his forehead like raindrops, but he still gritted his teeth and endured...