Chapter 480

Han Zhan killed someone.

Chu Zhi's eyes were slightly heavy.

Only after being stained with blood, can you have that kind of bone etching evil spirit and cold to the bone.

But Han Zhan chose to hide. Since he didn't say it, he must be worried about Chu Zhi, so Chu Zhi can't ask again.

If you ask more, it's not good.

He just smiled: "I'm afraid you're tired recently. I think you're black now. I'll go to the kitchen to make some soup for you."

Han Zhan held Chu Zhi's sleeve with his back hand: "Zhizhi, are you angry?"

He was nervous and eager.

He is afraid of squeaking and unhappy.

"No." Chu Zhi sighed, "I'm just worried about you, but if you don't say it, it's natural that you don't say it. Tell me when you want to say it."

Seeing that Chu Zhi was really not angry, Han Zhan let go.

Some things he doesn't want to pull Zhizhi in. Zhizhi should be happy and carefree. It's enough for him to carry the days of fear.

In the evening, after Han Zhan had dinner, another person came to the East Palace and whispered around Han Zhan. Because Han Zhan blocked his sight, Chu Zhi didn't understand the man's lip language, so he didn't know what the other party said.

Han Zhan nodded, "I know."

Then he said to Chu Zhi, "Zhizhi, the prince asked me to have something urgent. I'm going to the east palace."

"But the sun will set soon and the Palace door will be locked soon. Can you come back?"

"No matter how late it is, I will go home. You don't have to wait for me. Just rest early."

Then he hurried away with the man.

Chu Zhi watched Han Zhan go away, and his face was affectionate.

"Do you want me to follow him?"

Qingyi suddenly appeared beside Chu Zhi and said expressionless.

"That's your master." Chu Zhi glanced. "Will you help me track your master?" is this appropriate?

"You are the master's wife," he said softly. "What if he does something sorry for you when he enters the palace?"

When Qingyi said this, his tone was calm and his expression was firm, as if Han Zhan had really done so.

Chu Zhi was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "do you think he will?"

Light one is tight and says, "heroes are sad and beautiful. There are no men in the world who don't cheat!"

"Including you?"

He glanced at her lightly, "I'm a Xia."

"Oh, is the Xia not a man? Or is the Xia not a man?"

"I'm a man and a person." Qingyi instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this. After a moment of silence, he said to Chu Zhi, "I mean -"

"Don't explain, I understand!" Chu Zhi interrupted him and said meaningfully, "understand, understand."

After that, he turned and entered the house. As he walked, he shouted inside: "Dong'Er, I've decided. I'd better tell you a family again. He can't be light. He's not a man!"

Dong'Er's stunned voice came from inside: "Miss, you're kidding nonsense again."

"It's not nonsense," Chu Zhi said solemnly. "He admitted it himself."

"Ah? How can anyone admit that they are not men?"

"Probably... I think he can't hide it?"

Dong'Er was terrified: "let's keep our voice down, but don't be heard. We have excellent martial arts. What if we are killed."

Forced to fill one ear with a light: "..."

It's night, in the secret room of the prison.

In the dark little house, there were dim lamps lit, and the beating flames shone out. Not far away, the cruciferous was tied to the column with an iron chain. He was a man with hair and blood, who didn't know whether to live or die.

The man was obviously tortured. The skin was torn by the whip and sprinkled with honey, which attracted many insects and ants. It made people's scalp numb and their back cold.

"My Lord, I fainted."

The feminine and demonic side face was like a bloodthirsty devil. The dark candle light hit his face, showing a blue and white color, which made people shudder.

Thin lips rose slightly: "wake me up."

Obviously, he was smiling, but the person who called back gave him a cold shiver.

The man quickly waved his hand, and immediately someone carried a basin of ice water and poured it on.

The prisoner was awakened, and the overwhelming pain came from his limbs and bones. He was numb with pain.

I feel dizzy at present. The whole person is burning hot, but I can't help feeling cold and cold. The feeling of insects and ants biting flesh and blood is so clear.

He gnashed his teeth and said word by word: "Han Zhan, you must die. You mean and sinister villain, you have the ability to kill me! You kill me!"

"Kill you?" the clear voice like beating jade, with a trace of low voice, and the charm of hooking people's heart and soul hidden in the light smile, "it's really beautiful to think!"

"Han Zhan! Do you think you'll get me out of this? I tell you, I won't tell you if I die. You'll die! A cruel, bloodthirsty and tyrannical person like you should break the sky!"

The prisoner was tortured to the extreme. For ten days, for ten days, Han Zhan tortured him day and night, and the means were cruel and vicious. Even the dead couldn't stand his torture.

This has been his limit, and the hatred accumulated for a long time has completely erupted.

"The more you want to know, the less I will tell you. It's said that your wife is very charming and beautiful. Unfortunately, I can't taste such a wonderful person anymore, otherwise... HMM..." a hand suddenly appeared and strangled his neck. The prisoner who was still swearing was caught off guard. His eyes were round and raised by Han Zhan, and his face was ferocious, But he said, "why... I'm right? A vicious person like you... Should break up his wife and children... Ah -"

People who were excited and excited suddenly convulsed and twitched into a ball.

A delicate and sharp dagger was mercilessly inserted into his abdomen. The handle of the knife was held in Han Zhan's slender hands with clear knuckles. The knife was turning in the direction of the master's wrist. Every angle, the man was torn to the heart and lungs, like a bone.

Until I couldn't speak.

Han Zhan's thin and cool lip corner lifted a perfect radian: "can't you say it just now? Go on, why don't you say it?"

Rao Shi was used to seeing the prisoners interrogating in the prison. At this time, he looked at Han Zhan's look, but he couldn't help shivering, and a cold sweat exuded from his forehead.

In just ten days, people here understand that the more you laugh, the more cruel your means will be.

This man shouldn't have abused Lord Han's wife. Now he has completely angered Lord Han. I'm afraid

"It's said that the burning red of the prison, the silver needle soaked in salt water penetrated ten fingers and was illuminated by the night pearl. The blood is beautiful. It's called a beautiful one. Today I'd like to see how beautiful it is."

The subordinates waiting for orders heard the speech and quickly waved to make people ready.

This is the secret room of the prison. It is specially used to interrogate prisoners by special means. Yiying's torture tools have been prepared for a long time. At present, Han Zhan will use them and serve them immediately.

The next second, the silver needle soaked and burned by salt water penetrated the man's finger.

The piercing voice is deafening. It seems to pierce people's eardrums. It's terrible.

Han Zhan did not lift his eyelids and said faintly, "it's noisy."

Someone immediately blocked the prisoner's mouth.

In order to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide, he had already done a means. He just wanted to die.

Ten fingers connected to the heart and were penetrated by Qi Qi. It happened that the mouth was blocked and could not be called out. Killing was a relief.

Unfortunately, how could Han Zhan let him go easily!

People live a lifetime, death is not difficult, the difficult thing is that life is better than death.

After the man completely fainted.

Han Zhan still didn't speak. The people below poured another basin of ice water on him. Then he pinched his chin and asked fiercely, "say! Who is it?"

"You... You kill me..." the man's voice was hoarse. After saying this sentence intermittently, he fainted again.

Seeing this, they were embarrassed and looked up at Han Zhan.

"Lord Han..."

Han Zhan wiped the blood splashed on his fingers one by one with a snow-white silk handkerchief. After all was wiped clean, the strong smell of blood still lingered on the tip of his nose.

He frowned slightly: "throw him to the door of King Rui's house."

Then he stood up.

"There are three people in total. This is the second. I don't believe the rest will be a hard bone."

Smelling the speech, the following humanitarians couldn't say what they said.

"How?" Han Zhan's eyes turned lightly.

The person who answered said, "just now, the words in the third secret room are also hard stubble."

"Oh?" Han Zhan chuckled, "are you telling me that he chose people for the banquet. All the people selected were backbone. I, Han Zhan, couldn't interrogate them?"

As soon as the voice fell, he knelt down.

"Lord Han, forgive me. I don't mean to be humble."

Since Han Zhan entered the prison, there have been three waves of people in just ten days. Now the people who have met Han Zhan are frightened. Now even Han Zhan's taboos have become taboos in the prison.

No one dares to mention it.

"I've wasted ten days here with you. I'll give you another day. No matter what method you use, if you can't come out again..." Han Zhan smiled gently, "I'll ask someone to bury you."

Han Zhan said this, then turned and left, and they quickly agreed.

What responded to them was a bloody handkerchief thrown on the ground by Han Zhan.

Until Han Zhan left, those talents stood up and wiped the sweat on their foreheads with lingering fear.

"Go to No. 3. You must be interrogated before sunrise!"

……

When he came out of the prison, there was a chill in his face, and the autumn wind filled the whole night with a trace of cold.

Seeing Han Zhan's figure, the people waiting on the side immediately came: "Lord Han."

"Where's the prince?"

"Your Highness is waiting for you in the east palace." waiting for Han Zhan at the moment is the little yellow gate next to the prince, which is the most reliable, "but... Gu Shizi is coming."

"Oh?" Han Zhan smiled. "I haven't found him yet. He sent it to the door himself."

Then he raised his feet and walked to the east palace.

When Han Zhan went, Gu Changyan was playing chess with the prince.

The door of the temple was pushed open, and the night wind came in with a stream of blood, and the prince made a move.

Gu Changyan's eyes flashed slightly.