"I don't know!" The monk was so angry that his eyes slowly lost all life.

"I really don't know, I don't know"

Ji Gang stood up, looked around at the prisoners in the room, and sneered a few times, "If you fall into my hands, it will be harder to die than to reach heaven!" As he said that, he ordered the people around him, "Hang him up!"

As he said that, he looked at the monks and prisoners again, "Which of you knows if you tell me, grandpa promises not to hurt you at all, and will provide you with good food and drink. You decide for yourself whether you want to be a human or a ghost!"

"I really don't know!" a monk cried, "only the abbot can do this kind of thing"

"Shut up!" Someone among the monks immediately yelled, "You will betray your brothers in the sect and you will be punished after you die."

"Hang him up! Seize his intestines!" Ji Gang shouted.

Immediately, a wolf-like gangster dragged the scolding monk out and hung him directly on an iron chain suspended from the roof beam. Then a dealer used an iron hook to directly insert it into his valley.

Then he yanked the hook fiercely, causing a scream and a fishy stench, and half of his intestines were hooked out.

Then Fanzi tied a knot with the rope he pulled out on a brick, and threw the brick out the door with a swish.

"Ah!" The hanging monk twisted violently in mid-air as if he was being fried.

His lower body, intestines, and steaming intestines were being pulled apart like a rope, going round and round.

"I said, I said!" Someone finally broke down and began to confess.

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"Your village is pretty good!"

The small farm is quite poetic and picturesque. He Guangyi is sitting under the eaves, holding tea in his hand and looking at the beautiful scenery in the village.

There is not much farmland in this village, but a lot of rapeseed is planted. It is autumn at this time, and when the wind blows, rapeseed flowers are spreading all over the mountains and fields, which is so beautiful.

However, the hoarse, hysterical and blood-curdling screams that came one after another from the room completely destroyed this beauty.

He Guangyi looked back at the rooms that had been temporarily used as torture chambers, and frowned slightly, "You are interrogating an individual, are you making such a big fuss?"

Ji Gang came out of the room, "Dutang, there are a few people who can't stand it!" As he said, he handed over the confession in his hand and said with a smile, "They are all fake monks, and several of them are deserters from the border army.

"There are a few of them who are the criminal gangsters that are being hunted at sea." He paused and said, "However, there are also a few hard-core thieves who just won't recruit them!"

"Yes!" He Guangyi nodded, closed his eyes and enjoyed the rippling autumn wind and the scent of rapeseed flowers in the distance.

To him, being a robber or a fugitive was not the most important thing. The most important thing was to pry open their mouths, find the source of the armor's gunpowder, and find out the White Lotus Sect's internal agents in Xi'an City.

In his heart, he even vaguely hopes that the more places the White Lotus Sect can use to hide supplies like Laojun Temple, the better. Of course, the more people involved, the better.

"When these believers believed in the cult, who introduced them to the cult, what they did on a daily basis, who is the leader among them, and who is in charge of what, it is all clear!" Ji Gang saw that He Guangyi didn't seem to care about these things, so he quickly continued.

, “According to their account, the gunpowder, weapons, armor, etc. were all handled by the abbot of Laojun Temple. They really don’t know where they came from!”

Guo Yuanshan looked at He Guangyi's profile and said, "Du Tang, the abbot of the temple, and the Soviet students who Zhang Erlang said are preaching in the outer city, won't you personally interrogate them?"

"I'm waiting for someone!" He Guangyi opened his eyes slightly, "Waiting for him to interrogate it together!"

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Mao Xiang arrived, still taking Xiao Quan, Xiao Wu and the old man selling rice peel with him.

He Guangyi shielded his left and right sides and waited alone outside the execution room.

Blow!

Xiao Wu, who was behind Mao Xiang, smelled the blood in the air, his nose kept moving, and he closed his eyes and said, "This smells so good!"

Xiao Quan squinted his eyes, looked at the miserable state of the prisoners in the torture chamber, and smiled, "It feels like going home!"

"Melon peel!" the old man selling rice peel cursed.

"Have everyone been caught?" Mao Xiang asked in a low voice.

"I found out that there is a Laojun Temple in the outer city, and the demons of the White Lotus Sect are hidden in it. They have been caught in one sweep!" He Guangyi said in a low voice, "According to the confession, the abbot of Laojun Temple is the hexagram master of the White Lotus Sect, and in the outer city

The Soviet student who is a missionary is the incense master of the White Lotus Sect!"

"Everyone is being held in a nearby room, and I am not interrogating without permission!"

Hearing this, Mao Xiang smiled and nodded, "Two big fish!"

As he spoke, he opened the door next to him.

The sound of the door opening alarmed the people inside, including a kind-hearted monk and a man dressed as a commoner who looked a little frightened.

"You should know what will happen if you fall into our hands?" Mao Xiang stepped into the room, "You should also be smart people and know what I want!"

Mao Xiang led people into the house, and He Guangyi, who was at the back, closed the door.

"You are missionaries, and you don't believe in what you preach." Mao Xiang sat down casually, crossing his legs, "You are just using those believers to achieve your ambitions."

"So, you can't withstand our torture." Mao Xiang held his cheek with one hand and flicked the dust on his knees with the other, "Tell me, whether you can avoid suffering depends on your own performance!"

Indeed, in a broad sense, anyone who spreads something in this world does not believe in what they are spreading. Because they know very well that what they spread is simply false.

The true truth, goodness and beauty do not need to be spread and promoted, they are naturally in everyone's heart.

"Who are you?" Mr. Su, the missionary incense owner, spoke first.

Mao Xiang ignored him, Xiao Quan said from behind, "We are asking you, not you asking us!"

Xiao Wu immediately said, "Tell me, where did the armor, bow, and gunpowder come from? Where are your other accomplices hiding?"
Chapter completed!