noffsinger Chapter 247: Black Prison Interrogation
Chapter 247: Black Prison Interrogation
The hot, humid and bloody smell from the dark cell hit Yangyang, and he couldn't help but choke on a big mouthful of water.
She was now more awake than ever. She clearly saw several men in golden armor put her on chains and dropped her in mid-air. A faint ray of light shone on her face, preventing her from falling drowsy.
There was cold, dark blood under her feet. Every time she was splashed with cold water, Yangyang could hear the piercing sound of water dripping down from her body, drop by drop.
"Just keep pouring cold water on her! This is too boring!" said a man in golden armor in a dull tone.
The other Jinjia ate the chicken leg on the table and drank some wine, "Aunt Xi said, let's do it this way for now, so we can save some peace and quiet!"
"Quiet? But this is too boring!" He walked to the wall full of torture instruments and took down a long whip with spikes. He weighed it in his hand and said, "Let's have some fun?"
"Don't, that's a princess!"
"What princess? They all say she is a witch. Even if you whip her a few times with this, you won't be able to tell!" After he finished speaking, he swung the whip with a "swish" sound, making a crisp whistling sound in the air.
Yangyang widened her eyes, watching the golden armor approaching step by step. She bit her lips hard. She knew it was useless to beg for mercy. She wanted to remember this face. "I will remember you. As long as I can survive, it will be the day you die!"
"Hahaha! You really think you're a princess!" The golden-armored man holding the whip turned around and looked at the other golden-armored man with a smile, then looked back at him mockingly, "Okay! I'll wait."
With a "bang", the long whip with countless needles broke through the cold silence and pierced deeply into Yangyang's body, making her grit her teeth and feel the pain of thousands of nails and spikes. She pulled the whip away in an instant, but it pierced another intact skin again.
Pulling out and thrusting in again and again, without a trace of blood, Yangyang felt inhuman pain. Every time, the pores all over her body tightened in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from her forehead.
It's just, "Hey, why don't you scream? So you have the guts?"
Yangyang stared at the executioner in golden armor, her eyes were like the final curse of a dead person. She didn't want to die, she wanted to live, more than ever.
While being whipped, she was always observing, observing the layout of the prison, observing the movements of those in golden armor. She knew she could escape because someone didn't want her to die.
Thinking of this, Yangyang gulped down a mouthful of blood, which was the result of biting her own lip. She held back the bloody smell in her throat and said, "Aunt Xi said I was still useful. You beat me, but if you let me suffocate to death due to the pain, you know what will happen to you! Haha!"
"You're still laughing?" The man in golden armor holding the whip raised his whip again. The other man in golden armor stepped forward to stop him and said, "Come on! She's right. The few whips she just received were enough for her! If you really beat her to death, we're done for."
Suddenly, a group of footsteps were heard outside the dark cell, as if someone was coming for a hearing.
Accompanied by dim light, the prison door in the corner was opened, and Prince Zi'an walked in meticulously dressed in brocade clothes with a calm expression.
His eyes first locked onto the hung Yangyang, and then onto Jin Jia, who had not yet had time to retract his whip. "How was the interrogation?"
"Interrogation?" Jin Jia didn't understand what he meant, and he didn't say what to ask them.
Prince Zi'an's face was dim, and he pinched his index finger and thumb in his sleeves, looking at the two people in golden armor, "So that's a confession! Are you admitting that you are a witch?"
The two men realized the origin of Prince Zi'an, so they replied angrily, "Confess, confess! She is a witch!"
Yangyang had a smile on her face. Hearing the word "witch" was really funny.
Prince Zi'an saw this from the corner of his eye, "But from what I see, she has no intention of surrendering!"
"This witch has very hard bones. She never screams or cries no matter how I whip her!" The man in golden armor holding the whip felt that Prince Zi'an wanted to force a confession, so he spoke bluntly with the whip in his hand.
"Whip?" A sinister look rose in Prince Zi'an's eyes, but he slowly approached the man in golden armor with a forced smile. Before the man could say anything, he snatched the whip from his hand and whipped it in the air with a snap. The man in golden armor was startled and thought that Prince Zi'an would whip him with the next whip.
But Prince Zi'an just picked up the long whip again and sniffed it. Although there was no trace of blood on the thin needle, it was covered with a faint smell of blood. He lowered his head and said obscurely and forbearingly, "You two, why don't you take a rest for a while?"
"Your Highness, we are not tired!" The executioner in golden armor thought he had done a great deed and wanted to take credit for it like a fool.
But the other man in golden armor understood what the prince meant, "Oh! Yes, that's what the prince said, let's go and rest now." While pulling the fool away, he also realized that his life would end today.
Seeing the two men leave, Prince Zi'an immediately gave a hateful look to Shadow beside him. Shadow took the order and went out to deal with the two people who were ignorant of the danger.
Prince Zi'an then turned around and looked at Yangyang, whose wrists were blue and whose body was full of pain but whose eyes were determined.
His voice softened for a moment, but one of his hands kept shaking as he said, "Kid, are you okay?"
Yangyang smiled and said, "Thanks to the prince, I won't die!"
Prince Zi'an was helpless and blamed himself. He believed that Yangyang's suffering today was also related to him. "Child, you have suffered! Don't worry, I will not let any of those who hurt you go."
"What about An?" Yangyang looked up and asked. She didn't care about those who hurt her. At most, she would just kill them all. But An lost his life for her, but no one mourned him. "You watched him die in battle!"
"An!" Prince Zi'an was stunned by the question, and then said indifferently, "I will bury him properly. He has been loyal to you."
Yangyang listened to the indifferent answer of this superior, and felt sad and worthless. What else did she expect? Expect a prince to not care about power or interests but only care about life?
Prince Zi'an didn't care too much about Yangyang's feelings and changed the subject, "Child, listen to me, you have seen Aunt Xi, even your father inexplicably respects her. I have been investigating her background, but have found nothing!"
Although Yangyang was listening, she didn't dare to believe it easily. But there was one thing she could confirm, that Aunt Xi didn't want to let her die but wanted to capture her, as if she wanted to threaten someone, and it was probably related to the experiment.
Thinking of King Rong's back, who didn't dare to turn around, Yangyang boldly guessed that perhaps Aunt Xi grabbed her just to threaten that man.
But the only thing he didn't know was what Aunt Xi wanted from King Rong?
Who is this father whom I haven't seen for many years?
Thinking of this, Yangyang realized that even if she wanted to escape, even if she only had two months to live, she had to make Aunt Xi's plan come to nothing, otherwise the world would never have peace again.
So she looked at Prince Zi'an and told him her analysis, but was cautious not to reveal the true identities of Prince Rong and Aunt Xi. "Don't worry, Your Majesty. Since she is keeping me alive, it must be profitable. Since it is useful, there is no need to worry that she has other plans."
"My child, you are right. I came here today precisely to discuss the next plan with you."