The Great Tang: World Martial God

Anqing city, dungeon.

In the dark and narrow space, the whip reverberated. There was a little muddy on the damp ground, and my feet stepped on the spreading straw, squeezing out the water stains.

A group of people came in under the dim light.

The leather whip raised in the darkness slammed into the air and exploded, and fell on the figure. There was a series of horrible howls in the crackling. The figure walked slowly, stepped on the straw, and walked forward.

Jin Xiang closely followed the tall figure in front of him, listening to the harsh and stern cry, throbbing in his heart, as if a whip fell on him.

In his eyes, the jailer was torturing the joint position given by the general named Jin yesterday, bringing back a few restless suspects by the way.

Seeing Tang Hao passing by in the dim passage, the school lieutenant with a whip came out of the stone house, arched his blood-stained hands, and reported breathlessly.

"General Tang, a total of three people were arrested. The general surnamed Jin is right. The three people at the junction are planning a fire, with the intention of setting our grain and armory on fire."

"The ten cans of kerosene collected have been sealed up in the armory."

A pair of beautiful eyes protruded from Tang Hao's side, reflecting the dim stone candlestick, and there were still rags and scum on the dripping leather whip. For a moment, the woman's heart touched her throat, and her jade face instantly became pale, no Dare to imagine what his eldest brother looks like now.

Almost subconsciously, he clenched his jade hand tightly, and his nails were also sunken in the flesh, trembling faintly.

Immediately, the figure in front of him nodded slightly, and the quiet words rang out in the next moment.

"How about the other two?"

The school lieutenant raised his arm, made a gesture of request, and stood beside Tang Hao, speaking.

"Last night, a suspect couldn't help being beaten, and he bit his tongue and committed suicide."

"The other person is a hard bone, his mouth cannot be opened."

In the words, the group of people had already walked to a stone house, and through the stone pillars could see the vague shadow of the figure on the jailer's flogging rack. The painful muffled sound was intertwined with the sound of the chain shaking, intertwined with the crackle of the leather whip.

The prison door was opened with a bang in the next moment, and Tang Hao who walked in waited for him, smelling the strong blood and wrinkling his nose.

The lieutenant waved his hand to stop the whipping of the jailer, and the two interrogators hurriedly bowed their hands and then pushed aside.

"General, this person is the mastermind. As to whether they have any accomplices, nothing is said."

"Neither did it mention whether there were other conspiracies."

The lieutenant glanced at the two interrogators and waved his hands.

"You go down first."

Two flashes walked out of the stone house, brought the doorpost, and guarded the door with a knife.

Tang Hao slowly stepped forward, glanced at the blood man on the wooden frame, and said solemnly.

"It's a guy."

The figure on the wooden frame lifted her eyes slightly, and the **** eyes blinked for a moment before she could slightly see the figure in front of her. His sallow face shook downward, shaking off the blood stains on his beard.

"My dear, you... did you catch the wrong person... we are just... ordinary merchants."

"Those kerosene... was originally used to sell to officials... and big households."

"My dear... let me go..."

Hearing the weak voice echoing in his ears, Tang Hao stood in front of him with his hands back, staring at the 30 or 40-year-old man, and slowly spoke.

"Ordinary seller? Ordinary seller of ten cans of kerosene?"

"Do you want to sell it to the Armory of the Datang Barracks, or do you want to sell it to the Granary of Datang?"

"Since you have such dangerous thoughts, you are destined to be interrogated in such a prison, do you understand?"

Tang Hao walked back and forth two steps, turning his head.

"I don't understand. Since you are in Anqing City, is it possible that you can't see the people of Goguryeo also live here?"

"Ignite the granary and the armory, how many innocent compatriots will die in that monstrous fire, is it possible that you have never thought about it?"

Among the three, one was dead last night, and the other was half dead. This is a slightly older person, and the jailers did not dare to be brutally attacked, so this person looks slightly better than the previous one. a little better.

Hearing the words, the man raised his head slightly, tried to prop up his swollen eyes, the corners of his mouth cracked, blood was dripping, and a hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat.

"Haha, it turns out that you have already interrogated some... clues, it seems... it seems that a thief... informed."

Tang Hao stopped, leaned forward slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"You are right, a general informed."

"If your next answer satisfies me, I don't mind giving you a way to survive."

The figure on the wooden frame was stunned. After a while, he opened his blood-filled lips, showing **** teeth, and forcibly pulled out a smile.

"As for the others...you...don't you want to know..."

"You...you are from the Tang Dynasty, even if I say...go back to death, our lives...very humble..."

Without a satisfactory answer, Tang Hao suddenly turned around and waved.

"Cut off his fingers one by one, remember to cut, not chop."

"The same is true for toes. There are a lot of hemostatic medicines in the barracks. Take the best and don't let people die."

The prison door was opened, and Tang Hao turned around and screamed hoarsely behind him.

"You...you...the bastard..."

Across the stone pillars, Jin Xiang looked at the figure, tears streaming down her face.

What does her eldest brother in prison look like?