Yuqiongyin

As soon as the words fell, the dungeon seemed to fall into deathly silence, with only the crackling sound of burning torches.

Feng Chenning paused for a moment and looked back, seeing No. 20 slumped in the corner, covered in wounds.

New wounds overlapped old ones, blood seeped through the tattered clothes, and the horrific wounds with flesh torn apart could be seen. The flowing blood soaked a large area of ​​the ground. The face was distorted by pain and fear, and it was gasping for breath.

Then the corners of her mouth turned up and she smiled lightly, as if a spring breeze was blowing across the lake without causing the slightest ripple, so calm that it made No. 20 feel cold.

She crossed her arms and walked forward slowly. Her posture was elegant but revealed an inviolable majesty. She looked down at No. 20 and said softly, "So what?"

The tone was calm, but it seemed to carry a tremendous force that struck straight into No. 20's heart.

Feng Chenning raised her head slightly, her eyes seemed to penetrate the thick stone wall and looked into the endless distance, "Lin Feiyu, since you are not afraid of death, then tell it out. You don't...really think that you can save your life by revealing this secret? Naive."

When she said the last word, a cold light flashed in her eyes, like a sharp blade out of its sheath.

Number 20 Lin Feiyu opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief. He thought that he had grasped Feng Chenning's vital point and could turn the situation around and buy her a chance of survival, but he did not expect such a reaction.

His lips trembled, and he was about to say something else, but Feng Chenning took the lead and bent down to pick up the blood-stained chain on the ground.

With a "clang", the iron chain tightened in his hand, making a crisp sound.

"What you should worry about is not my secret, but your own future."

As she spoke, she swung the chain and hit Lin Fei hard. The chain made a sound with the wind and instantly left a bloody mark on the other person's body.

The dungeon once again echoed with the miserable screams of No. 20 Lin Feiyu. Feng Chenning's face was grim, his hands kept moving, and his eyes were cold.

The iron chain in her hand was covered with sticky blood after being swung again and again. She held the chain tightly with her bare hands, and her knuckles turned white due to the force. Each lash seemed extremely cruel, but in fact, Feng Chenning knew her limits.

She controlled the force precisely, avoiding vital parts and whipping only the thick skin and flesh. Although the skin was torn and blood was dripping, it was not fatal.

Number 20 Lin Feiyu was nearly fainted from the pain. Feng Chenning's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. Her hands kept moving, but she secretly reduced the strength a little.

She knew very well that if she killed the man at this moment, the clues would be cut off, and this was exactly what the person behind the scenes wanted.

She would keep this person alive and squeeze out all the value.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Chenning's arms gradually became heavy, the movement of swinging the chain slowed down, his chest rose and fell, and he was finally tired.

With a "crash", the iron chain was thrown heavily aside, splashing a pool of dirty water mixed with blood and mud, which looked like a bunch of dark red blood flowers.

Feng Chenning was wearing a neat black dress that had long been soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her taut body. A few strands of hair hung messily, sticking to her cheeks covered in blood and stains. There were a few drops of bright red blood hanging on the ends of her hair. Under the dim light of the torch, she looked like a Shura descending into the world in the dark night.

Feng Li, who had been waiting by the side, stepped forward quickly. He walked slowly, not daring to make any sound, for fear of disturbing Feng Chenning, who was like a killing god at the moment. He took a few steps forward, bowed slightly, and handed a plain handkerchief to her with both hands.

The handkerchief was soft, with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on the edges, and it emitted a light and elegant fragrance, trying to dispel the disgusting smell of blood and decay in the dungeon.

Feng Chenning glanced at it indifferently, then reached out to take it. Her movements were casual yet revealed her inherent nobility.

She unfolded the handkerchief, and her fingers trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of exhaustion after using too much force.

He slowly wiped the blood off his hands. The blood had already dried and solidified, sticking to his skin, making it difficult to wipe off.

But she didn't care at all. She wiped slowly and leisurely, each time, as if what she had just experienced was not a bloody interrogation, but an ordinary tea party chat.

Every time a place was wiped, a small piece of fair skin was revealed, forming a sharp contrast with the shocking red on the handkerchief.

The deep red spread across the white handkerchief, just like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

After wiping the back of her hand, she turned over her palm and carefully wiped the remaining blood stains between the lines on her palm, her eyes always fixed on No. 20 Lin Feiyu.

But this picture has no beauty at all, only a chilling and murderous atmosphere.

While wiping her hands, she glanced at No. 20 Lin Feiyu, who was dying in the corner. The corners of her mouth slightly raised in a smile, but there was no warmth in that smile, only endless ridicule and disgust.

"All the evil things you did in the past are intolerable. You burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. Do you really think you can hide it from the world? You can enter the holy land because you are useful. Otherwise, how could you have lived so long?"

No. 20 Lin Feiyu collapsed to the ground, barely breathing. His eyelids trembled slightly when he heard these accusations. He wanted to defend himself, but could only utter a few weak sobs.

Feng Chenning narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in them, and the wiping motion of her hands unconsciously became heavier, the handkerchief was crumpled into a ball, and her knuckles turned white due to the force.

She sneered, "What? You have nothing to say? Where is the prestige you had when you did evil? It's been a long time since I did this kind of thing. I was soft-hearted and expelled you from the holy land, but you still bite me back? How do you feel now that you're living a life worse than death?"

After saying that, Feng Chenning threw the blood-stained handkerchief casually, and it landed accurately in front of Lin Feiyu's eyes. The bloodstains on the handkerchief were like red plum blossoms, blooming in his desperate vision.

"You have committed so many crimes, do you think you can get away with it by revealing the mastermind behind the poisoning? You are dreaming. You have to pay for all these blood debts, one by one.

In the days ahead in prison, you will slowly suffer and pay off the blood debts you owe. If you dare to conceal anything or play tricks again, I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead or alive."

Her tone was calm, yet it seemed to be filled with frost. Every word she spoke was directed at Lin Feiyu, frightening him so much that he trembled.

"But don't worry. Since I can keep you alive, I won't let you die easily. We still have plenty of time to settle the accounts slowly. We will dig out all the evil deeds you have done and the secrets you know. Don't think of leaving out any of them."

After saying that, she moved her sore shoulders slightly and winked at Feng Li.

Feng Li understood, took a few steps forward, helped the half-dead Lin Feiyu up, and fed him a life-extending pill to ensure that he would not die immediately.

Lin Feiyu's face was filled with fear, his lips trembling, and he wanted to beg for mercy, but due to his severe injuries, he could only utter weak sounds.

Feng Chenning took a deep breath to calm her disordered breathing, straightened her clothes, and regained some of her composure. Although her clothes were stained with blood, it could not hide the cold aura emanating from her.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him die, he'll be of great use to us. We'll continue the interrogation tomorrow, I want to see how many secrets he can spill out."

After saying this, she walked out of the dungeon with steady steps, her back looking resolute.