After being reborn in the Mass Grave, she overturned her predecessor's power

Everything was settled. After such a big incident, the king was no longer in the mood to hunt, and a group of people immediately returned to the city.

Jiang Xue Ning rested for a day and regained her energy before going to the dungeon to interrogate Xue Chen.

Yaruo also arrived at the scene. She followed the clues and investigated all the families who were close to Xuechen. As a result, she eliminated many forces. This made her feel scared. This Snow Clan was really omnipresent and very good at parasitism.

Hearing the footsteps, Xue Chen, who was tied up on a cross, looked up at them, then lowered her eyes again.

Yaruo walked over swinging the whip in her hand, "One night of marriage is worth a hundred days of love, be sensible and avoid suffering."

He was like a piece of wood, with his head down and no words spoken.

"Snapped!"

Yaruo whipped him hard with a whip, and he shuddered in pain. He raised his eyes and said with hatred, "Since I have fallen into your hands, you can beat me or kill me as you like, just be quick!"

“That’s really gutsy.”

Yaruo was so angry that she laughed. She clapped her hands and a burly man walked in with a thin long knife in his hand.

"Have you heard of the torture called Lingchi? It uses the sharpest knife to cut a person into a thousand pieces from head to toe." She chuckled like an Asura and said, "Old Zheng's skills are top-notch. He can ensure that the person will not die before the thousand cuts are completed. The highest record is that the person was cut day and night for three days and three nights without dying..."

"Vicious and ruthless." Xue Chen's face turned pale and he gasped in fear. The thought of such torture made him feel so painful that he wished he was dead. "Just kill me."

"What you think is quite beautiful."

Xue Chen closed his eyes. Now that things had come to this, there was no need to live in misery. It was his bad luck to meet two cold and cruel women.

He was about to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but Yaruo stuffed something into his mouth in time to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide.

She patted his face and said, "You'd better stay strong to the end and enjoy the punishment of slow slicing."

"The scene is too bloody. Let's go out for tea."

The two came out of the dungeon. The weather outside was just right. There was a wooden table and two chairs under a big tree. They sat down and the maid poured them tea.

Jiang Xue Ning said, "Take it easy, don't really kill him. We have to dig something out of his mouth, otherwise it will be a big loss."

The Holy Son's status is only lower than that of the Holy Maiden, and judging by his ambitious and calculating appearance, he must know a lot of secrets of the Snow Clan.

Yaruo took a sip of tea and said very measuredly, "Don't worry, give him a hundred or eighty knives first, let him taste the feeling of wanting to live but not being able to die, and he will behave himself."

The two of them enjoyed the cool breeze and leisurely drank a cup of tea. When they thought it was about time, they got up and went back to the dungeon.

The smell of blood in the cell was so strong that it made people want to vomit. On a large wooden plate nearby, slices of thin and evenly sized meat were neatly arranged.

Xuechen's body was covered in blood and flesh, no longer as charming as before. Yaruo signaled Lao Zheng to stop and called the imperial physician who was waiting outside. She gave him a simple hemostatic medicine and even bandaged him.

He took the thing out of his mouth, reached out and removed his jaw with a "click", preventing him from biting his tongue to commit suicide.

"If you tell the truth, at least you won't have to suffer the torture of being cut into pieces. For the sake of our friendship, I'll let you go in peace."

Xue Chen raised his head with difficulty, and looked at her hatefully with bloodshot eyes, "Dream on..."

"If you refuse to change, you will be tortured to death."

Jiang Xue Ning, who had been watching coldly and saying nothing, walked in and chuckled, "Is it worth it for you to die rather than surrender?"

“After you die, everything in the Snow Tribe, including your careful planning over the years, will become a tool to pave the way for another person.

That person may be Xiao Qiluo, or someone else. In any case, you are a loser destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame. And others will take your hard work and reach the top to start a new round of competition. "

"You have suffered all kinds of torture just to pave the way for others. Are you willing to do that? You cannot... After all, you are the most powerful Saint Son in the history of the Snow Clan."

Every word pierced his heart, and he laughed painfully, "Hahahaha, they all deserve to die, all of them deserve to die."

If those damned tribesmen hadn't wholeheartedly supported Xiao Qiluo and listened to him, he would have taken over Xiling long ago.

He was indeed unwilling to accept this. Why should he have to die while the next Saint Son or Saint Daughter of the Snow Clan could move forward based on his hard work?

Even the evil woman Xiao Qiluo was just locked up and not dead yet.

Why should he suffer the punishment of slow slicing alone and die so tragically?

He smiled bitterly, looked at her with a complicated expression and said, "You are really good at scheming and grasping people's weaknesses."

"So you want to take the bait and tell the truth?"

He raised his head in pain and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"The route to the Snow Clan, as well as the Snow Clan's forces and layout outside, especially those in Xiling. In short, tell me everything you know."

He closed his eyes, knowing in his heart that once he told her the truth, with her methods, the Snow Clan would be completely finished.

But so what? What he couldn't get or do wouldn't be passed on to others, so it's better to destroy it.

Anyway, the Snow Clan is not something worth protecting.

He said uncomfortably, "It hurts so much, bring me a bowl of mandrake medicine."

The decoction made from Datura flowers can relieve pain and numb the sense of pain. Yaruo immediately sent someone to bring a large bowl.

Instead of giving it to him right away, Yaruo held the bowl and said, "If you want to feel comfortable, you need to show some sincerity."

Anyway, he was ready to tell it, so he said very straightforwardly, "The map to the Snow Tribe is under the celadon vase in the study in the courtyard where I live."

Jiang Xue Ning turned around and gestured, and Frost outside immediately went to verify it.

Yaruo walked over and reset his jaw, then gave him a large bowl of soup. Soon, the pain that was worse than death gradually became numb and he could no longer feel it.

"Don't waste time, just tell me now."

Soon Shuangjiang came back with a small wooden box in her hands. She said, "I found it in the secret compartment under the vase."

Jiang Xue Ning opened it and took a look. It was a very carefully drawn route to enter the Snow Clan.

Xue Chen smiled bitterly, "This is what I was going to use to save my life when necessary, but I happened to run into you two cruel women."

In the end, with the mentality that everyone would go to hell together and no one would have a good life, he told everything he knew.

Finally, he said with relief, "I was born at the wrong time. This is not my era. Please give me a quick death!"

He closed his eyes, and Yaruo stabbed him in the throat with a sword, causing him pain.

It was already late at night when they walked out of the dungeon. Looking at the fireflies flying by, Yaruo said softly, "When we first met, the young man in white clothes really amazed me that summer."

At that time, none of them expected that the final outcome would be so tragic.