The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

From deep in the darkness underground came a miserable howl and the sound of clanking shackles.

It took Jun Zhao some time to get rid of the guards sent by Yun He to monitor him. When he arrived at the secret room of the brothel, the pleasant sound of the branding iron whipping flesh could already be heard there.

"master!"

Seeing Jun Zhao walking in with his hands behind his back, three or five guards in the secret room hurriedly knelt down with their fists clasped.

Yingchuan, who was kneeling in the lead, had a trembling Adam's apple and suppressed excitement in his eyes. He said in a hoarse voice: "The subordinate has finally waited for the master."

The man in a dark martial robe turned around and sat in the armchair at the top, his fingertips slowly tapping the chair handle, and he glanced at him, finally at the man on the cross.

The man tied up was disheveled, ragged, and covered in blood. His lowered head clearly revealed a black scorpion tattoo on his neck.

She had been crying since before Jun Zhao came in, with blood still hanging from the corners of her mouth. She looked at Jun Zhao with fear and terror in her scarlet eyes.

Yingchuan only looked up at his master, then immediately lowered his head and reported respectfully: "Master, it was this person who leaked your whereabouts in Youming Inn to the Fourth Prince, causing you to almost die at the hands of Qiongqi."

He paused and continued, "He was the one who stole the master's Black Corpse Pill and gave it to Qiao Yuanan. I guess..."

Having said this, Jun Zhao raised his hand nonchalantly, and Yingchuan immediately stopped talking, stood up and stood by, and the guards behind him stepped aside one after another.

The man on the wooden frame raised his head with great pain, and explained with a lingering breath: "Master, it's not... it's not like that. I didn't betray you. I did it for your own good!"

Jun Zhao chuckled and played with the short blade on his fingertips from time to time. After a while, just when the man thought that Jun Zhao was really thinking about this sentence.

There was a sharp whooshing sound, and a short blade suddenly appeared between the chest and ribs of the man on the wooden frame.

The short blade is neither deep nor shallow, just enough to reach the handle.

The man cried out in pain, veins popped out on his bound hands and feet, and he threw his head back so sharply that he almost lifted the wooden frame off the ground.

The stinging sensation penetrated deep into his bones, as if countless bugs were gnawing at his flesh.

He clearly realized that the terrifying man sitting at the top had poisoned him.

He barely lasted three seconds before he burst into tears and begged for mercy, "Master... I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please forgive me, Master..."

Jun Zhao pretended not to hear his wailing and asked, "Zhang Ping, you have been with me for five years. The Fourth Prince asked you to kill me, but what generous promises did he make to you?"

The man named Zhang Ping's expression moved slightly, and his body couldn't stop wriggling like a maggot. He subconsciously wanted to lie to cover it up.

But the pain in his body told him clearly that if he dared to lie, this body would be doomed.

He finally spoke honestly, panting anxiously, "The Fourth Prince said that as long as... as long as the master can die quietly in Youming Inn, he will use me and promise me the position of the commander in front of the palace."

"Palace Commander," Jun Zhao raised his lips slightly, "As a second-rank official, I don't have to hide behind me. It's really a good temptation."

He spoke calmly, but Zhang Ping felt puzzled when he heard it.

At least the Jun Zhao he knew would not resonate with others. This person was terribly cold-hearted.

But he had no time to care about these details. Seeing that Jun Zhao's expression had relaxed a little, he thought that he had followed him for at least five years.

Considering our past friendship, he might let me go.

It’s no wonder that Zhang Ping would have such extravagant demands.

After all, his contact with Jun Zhao had gradually been cut off in the past two years, and he only reported news through Yingchuan.

So he probably forgot that Jun Zhao was born sinister and not a kind-hearted person.

He begged for mercy, "Master, I had no choice but to do this. I've had enough of hiding like this! I feel so ashamed of myself, Master. I hope you can be kind and let me go."

"You bastard," Yingchuan couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he took a few steps forward and punched him hard in the abdomen, "You betrayed your master and still dared to make excuses. You deserve to die."

Zhang Ping was coughing after being hit hard by the punch, and Yingchuan didn't even look at him.

He just lifted his robe and knelt in front of Jun Zhao with a serious face, saying: "Zhang Ping is my subordinate. I failed to find out that he betrayed his master in time. It is my fault."

Jun Zhao raised his voice slightly, his eyes sternly as he said, "Since you know you are guilty, what are you waiting for?"

After reading these few numbers, Yingchuan couldn't help but sweat on his forehead, but he didn't hesitate. He pulled out the dagger from the lining of his boots and stabbed it into his thigh.

Accompanied by the sound of flesh being pierced, Yingchuan gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

Jun Zhao seemed satisfied. His eyes turned and a black porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. He looked at Zhang Ping with interest.

The look was obviously gentle and without any murderous intent, but for no reason Zhang Ping's eyes trembled as if he had seen a ghost.

Especially the black porcelain bottle in Jun Zhao's hand, which was his last line of defense to maintain his sanity.

But the next moment, he saw in despair that the porcelain bottle was flicked by his nimble fingertips and fell into the hands of the guard beside him.

Jun Zhao said seriously: "Since you have had enough of the day, let me add some spice to it."

The guard immediately took the order and stepped forward, holding the porcelain bottle in one hand and pinching Zhang Ping's jaw with the other hand and twisting it, instantly removing his jaw.

His eyes were filled with fear and bloodshot, but he could only watch the tiny creatures from the black porcelain bottle crawling into his mouth little by little.

It was a scorpion only two inches long, with extremely strong venom. Wherever it touched, the skin and flesh were eroded.

This kind of scorpion is very fond of new things and will spit out the meat in its mouth in the blink of an eye.

He eats a bite and spits it out until he finds the most delicious piece of meat in this body, which he then slowly eats into his stomach.

The key is that this thing doesn’t eat the skin!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ping's tongue had been bitten off, his throat was damaged, his mouth was covered in blood, but he could not utter a single word.

The secret room was silent for a moment, with only the grunting sound of the scorpion eating meat.

Yingchuan pulled out the dagger with great pain and simply stopped the bleeding. He did not sympathize with Zhang Ping's experience. Betraying one's master means a dead end.

He waited quietly for his master's next instructions.

Jun Zhao seemed tired, and slowly stood up and walked out of the secret room, saying nonchalantly, "It's time to make the Queen's birthday banquet lively."

Yingchuan immediately accepted the order and said, "Yes, I will ask Yishang to take action right away. Should the General's Mansion also..."

Jun Zhao paused, and after a brief silence, he curled his lips and said, "Don't worry. An ostrich that is born to rebel is worse than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

Yingchuan was stunned for a moment, and whispered, "Master, do you have something on General Mu?"

"Still raising the bait," Jun Zhao twisted his fingers lightly at his side, and the smile in his eyes deepened.