Use a substitute on your wedding night to scatter the ashes of your entire family

Zhu Anhe thought about it. Although she didn't spend much time in Shengjing, she had heard that Zhong Jiawei, the daughter of the Zhong family, was a gentle, well-educated and well-mannered girl, and her father was the chief academic officer of the Imperial College.

A girl who is educated in a scholarly family will definitely not be bad.

"Yan Yan, you go with mother."

"Okay." She also wanted to see how Miss Zhong was doing now.

Li Shuangwan and her mother went to the warehouse to choose gifts.

……

At the same time, in Daliang Sijiu City, Tianlao.

Yang Zhenguang whispered to Yang Luo, "Miss Luo, the black-clad warrior is named Qin Sen. We used all kinds of torture, but we couldn't get a single useful word out of him."

Yang Luo raised his head and looked at Yang Zhenguang, who was nearly 20 centimeters taller than him, and said word by word: "I will make him speak."

Yang Zhenguang was shocked by the murderous look in her eyes. He said nothing and took her over.

Qin Sen was tied to a pillar, and Yang Luo walked towards him step by step with a whip in his hand.

She was clearly a thin woman, and he knew clearly that she had no martial arts skills at all, but somehow, Qin Sen couldn't help but shudder, with fear in his eyes.

His body involuntarily wanted to hide backwards, but the pillars and his bound hands blocked his way.

The whip was soaked in pepper water.

Yang Luo's eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent. She suddenly rushed forward, swung the whip, and whipped Qin Sen hard.

The sound was so loud that Yang Zhenguang couldn't help but tremble. Why didn't she ask questions first but just started hitting him?

Qin Sen was almost voiceless from the whip. His mouth opened wide, but no sound came out of his throat.

One whip after another, in the empty interrogation room, the only sound was the whip hitting the flesh, bringing up the sound of strings of blood.

When he hit Yang Luo for the fifth time, Yang Zhenguang quickly held down Yang Luo's hand.

Yang Luo was exhausted, but the hatred in his eyes had not diminished at all: "You want to stop me?"

Yang Zhenguang held her hand tightly and did not let go: "Miss Luo, you can't hit me anymore. If you hit me again, I will die."

"I have medicine that can keep him alive until his last breath."

“Miss Luo, good things can’t be used like this.”

Yang Luo slowly loosened his hand, and the whip fell to the ground with a clatter.

Yang Zhenguang hurriedly kicked the whip away and looked up at the bloody man on the pillar.

Qin Sen was covered in blood, and his clothes were torn and hanging like rags.

Drops of blood were dripping from under each strip of cloth.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

After so many years of training in the Death Soldier Camp, he had experienced all kinds of torture, but this kind of pain was unbearable for him.

The whip soaked in pepper water was used to whip my body, and I wanted to faint, but I couldn't.

Yang Luo looked at him coldly.

Qin Sen sneered and spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "Or, you can beat me to death. You can't get an answer from me!"

Yang Luo went to find a whip, but Yang Zhenguang stopped her: "Miss Luo, you really can't hit me anymore."

"You can't fight, right? Okay."

Yang Luo took out a porcelain bottle from his arms: "Open his mouth."

Qin Sen's eyes were suddenly filled with fear: "You, what are you doing, what is this? I don't want to eat it, um, um..."

Yang Zhenguang pinched his chin, and Yang Luo stuffed a black pill into his mouth.

The medicine exuded a light fragrance, melted in the mouth, and even had a hint of sweetness mixed with his own blood.

Yang Zhenguang let him go, Qin Sen smacked his lips, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Yang Luo chuckled: "Isn't it delicious?"

"Mm, it tastes good, sweet."

Yang Zhenguang looked at her in shock.

Yang Luo chuckled and sat down leisurely on a chair beside him.

But before she could straighten her skirt, the man on the pillar let out a heart-wrenching roar and struggled continuously. The chains made violent clattering sounds, his body was twisted, and his face was hideous.

With the naked eye, one could see strange things moving beneath his skin.

And these things are increasing rapidly.

"Bloodworms use blood as water and spleen as food. One is two, two is four, four is eight, and eight is ten thousand. Qin Sen, tell me, with this sweet little thing under your flesh, how long can you hold out without opening your mouth?"

Yang Luo's voice was cold and he looked indifferently at Qin Sen who was tortured by the bloodworms to a state worse than death.

"And these little things can replace your spleen and maintain your life. Qin Sen, what does it mean to be unable to die and what does it mean to be in excruciating pain? You have plenty of time to savor this feeling."

"General Yang, let's go."

Yang Luo stood up and walked out.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you..." Qin Sen wanted to shout, but his words came out as soft as a mosquito.

Yang Luo pretended not to hear.

Yang Zhenguang reminded: "Miss Luo, he is willing to confess."

Yang Luo snorted: "I know."

But the pace did not stop.

When they got to the outer room, Yang Zhenguang asked in confusion: "Miss Luo, why?"

"Do you think he would tell the truth? You used so much torture, but he didn't say a word. And the bloodworms I fed him were just the beginning, not the end."

"At this time, is there any credibility in what he said?"

Yang Zhenguang thought about it and nodded. If he bit an innocent person, wouldn't that be...

What's more, he said this under severe punishment, who would not believe it?

"Miss Na Luo..."

Yang Luo's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Alang is still lying in bed, and we don't know whether he is alive or dead. Even if he confesses, I will make him suffer a lot before he confesses!"

Back at Zhangtai Palace, Gu Xinglang was still lying there silently.

When Princess Rui saw her coming, she wiped away her tears, walked over, and held her cold hand: "Lolo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's me, it's me who hurt you and Alang."

If she didn't want Alang to have more contact with her and promote good things between them, they would not be able to attack Luo Luo if Luo Luo lived in the palace, and Alang would not have been injured so badly for protecting her.

It was she who harmed Luo Luo and her own son.

Yang Luo held the hand of the Princess Rui and said, "Princess Rui, this matter has nothing to do with you. Even if you hadn't brought it up at the beginning, I wouldn't have lived in the palace. Maybe I would have been killed a long time ago."

"Besides, it's easy to dodge an open attack, but it's hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. If they want to kill me, there are plenty of ways to do it. Don't blame yourself anymore."

Half a month has passed and he still hasn't woken up. She doesn't know if Gu Xinglang will ever wake up in this lifetime.

Yang Luo has never felt so unsure as he does now.

She is young, has a PhD in both Chinese and Western medicine, and is the youngest medical genius in the laboratory.

At any time, she could hold her chest high and say confidently: "I can save this person!"

But now she is very confused.

Late at night, Yang Luo lay on the side of Gu Xinglang's bed, holding Gu Xinglang's hand with one hand and resting his head with the other hand, and fell asleep.

For the past half month, she has been guarding Gu Xinglang day and night, hoping that he would wake up day by day.