Can a general do whatever he wants?

"Major General Han's subordinates don't know yet, but his subordinates will send people to step up investigation."

If you don't know, you don't know the whereabouts. If you don't know the whereabouts, it means that Han Ran's life and death are uncertain, and he might die.

Han Xirong, who loved his son dearly, could not allow anything to happen to Han Ran. He turned his mind quickly, and suddenly Yan Yue's face flashed in his mind.

Yan Yue just came out of the town, he must have something tricky.

Not to think too much, Han Xi ran to Yan Yue's room without a change of clothes. It was already midnight, and Yan Yue had already been lying on the bed to rest.

There was an untimely noise outside the door, one after another, the sound was so loud that even a sleeping pig would be woken up by this harsh pounding.

Yan Yue held back his anger, put a pair of slippers under his feet, and hurriedly opened the door of that room.

Han Xizheng stared at him anxiously outside.

"It's midnight, what's the matter, uncle?"

Yan Yue's tone and attitude were not very good, no matter who was woken up in the middle of the night, his attitude would be bad.

Han Xi pushed Yan Yue into the room, Yan Yue followed his hand and was thrown on the chair, Han Xi opened his small round eyes full of anger: "You know something happened in your broken town!"

Not a questioning tone, but an affirmative tone.Han Xi's words carried a questioning meaning.

Yan Yue lowered his eyes and touched his fingertips to hide something: "I don't know about this."

"You didn't come to Jiangnan to be dismissed at all. If you were dismissed, you don't need to move your family at all!"

Han Xi's brain suddenly came online and discovered the clues of Yan Yue's coming and going.Seeing that Yan Yue couldn't hide it, he looked at Han Xi with a smile.

"Uncle, did I say that you would regret killing me immediately, because you would feel that it was not worth it after killing me?"

"What's the meaning."

Han Xi was afraid that Yan Yue would have a backup, so he didn't dare to shoot him. From what Yan Yue said now, Yan Yue must have some shocking secret to hide from himself, and that secret is enough to make Yan Yue die without regret.

"Your son was killed by me."

Han Xi was in a trance, Yan Yue stared coldly into his eyes and spoke indifferently.

The shocking news of his son's death crushed Han Xi at once. He was his favorite son. He still wanted to support his son to establish a new feudal dynasty after he cooperated with foreigners, but Yan Yue's words broke his dream. into underestimation.

What Yan Yue said was right, he hated him to death now, and it would be a pity to kill him.

"You are hated just like your father!"

Han Ran grabbed Yan Yue's neck with his hands. He held Yan Yue's neck very hard with his arm, and he could still see countless blue veins and blood red floating on his arm.

Out of the instinct of survival, Yan Yue grabbed his wrist with his backhand, trying to free his hand from his neck.

"Yan Yue! I won't let you die, I want you to die of pain!"

During the stalemate between the two, Han Xi was the first to let go of his hand. He seemed to have calmed down a lot.He cast a contemptuous glance at Yan Yue, whose face was flushed and was breathing urgently, and said viciously, "I want you to be corroded by Gu insects, I want your wounds to never heal, and I want to drink three bowls of your red blood every day."

Han Xi did what he said, and he ordered his subordinates to tie Yan Yue to the cell in the basement of the Yanbin Building after he left the house.

The dungeon was damp and cold, filled with blood and an unknown stench, Yan Yue was thrown into a dungeon with a blindfold on.

In the dungeon, the torture tools hanging on the wall crackled and collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Come on, let's take off his nails first."

The torturer was drinking hot wine on the wooden table beside him, pointing to the "punishment list" on the table, and said something casually.

Torturers are a unique emerging profession in contemporary times, and their salaries are high and they only serve one person.No matter who is coming.As long as the master sent them down, they would unceremoniously use all kinds of whipping and abuse on them.If the prisoners sent down talk too much, they will unceremoniously seal their mouths with staplers or nails.

Yan Yue had heard of this kind of person, so he was very obedient and didn't make a sound.

Someone tied him to an iron chair, and the sound of the belt being pulled was heard in his ears. After a while, his hands and feet were trapped by the belt that came with the chair.

Yan Yue tried to move his wrist, and after twisting it hard, he found that his hand could not be bent at all.

Someone clasped his five fingers with an iron buckle, and a drop of sweat dripped from Yan Yue's forehead.

Sure enough, the torturer walked over to him while drinking a small drink.The torturer picked up an iron pliers and clamped Yan Yue's longest middle finger, snapped it, and as Yan Yue roared in pain, the smooth nail was peeled off from the flesh on his hand and was removed.

The torturer continued to take a sip of wine and pulled off Yan Yue's other fingernails one by one. Yan Yue's roar spread throughout the dungeon.

"The physical strength is quite good, and I haven't fainted yet."

Seeing the rotten flesh on the hands of the man on the torture chair, the torturer poured the remaining wine on his red hands.

Nourishes—

After splashing it all over, Yan Yue couldn't bear the pain of alcohol evaporating blood anymore and passed out.

The torturer yawned, and said to the two assistants behind him, "Drag him down and put him in the salt water. Remember to wrap some gauze around his hands, the master won't let him die."

Hearing the torturer's words, the assistants felt a chill behind them, they resisted the nausea and dragged Yan Yue down.

"Hey, is that person's heart made of iron? It's scary."

"Ghost knows, we just leave as soon as we finish our work."

The two assistants dragged Yan Yue on the road and whispered to the freak who drank in the dungeon.

Yan Yue hasn't been home for four days, and he hasn't sent any letters to his brothers.

Zhao Ling and Zhou Junye were a little worried.

"Why don't we go see Yue Ye."

Huang Tiexiaoer put down the ax in his hand, wiped off the sweat from his head, and suggested to Zhao Ling and Zhou Junye who were escaping the heat in the shade.

The summer in the south of the Yangtze River is faster than other places. The weather is like going to a market. It was still deserted yesterday and today it is so hot that it can kill people.

"Yanbin Building is not something we can enter if we want. Last time I rode a small bicycle and tried to sneak in their back door, but was caught by his dog. The wound on my buttocks is not healed yet."

Zhou Junye was lying sideways on the grass, chewing a piece of grass and was very dissatisfied with the dog in the Yanbin Building.

Zhao Ling teased him.

"You can't get along with the dog, and you don't go through the wrong door at the front door."

"Bah!" Zhou Junye spat out the grass in his mouth and was very dissatisfied with Zhao Ling's words, "You are the one who has trouble with dogs, the main entrance of the Yanbin Building is tightly closed. Not to mention the main entrance, there are no windows or mouse holes. It's leaking!"

"Then you have trouble with the dog?"

"Hey! Zhao Ling, you have to argue with me, don't you!"

"Hahahaha. Well, you guys are really interesting."

Huang Tie put his hips on his hips and watched the interaction between the two with a smile, then suddenly he said seriously, "Come on, let's find a way to go to the banquet building to see how Yue Ye is doing."

"Hmph. Little brother Huang Tie is right." Zhou Junye twitched his nose twice and sneered at Zhao Ling who was beside him, "You see, you are worse than Huang Tie kid at your age. You are fooling around."

Zhao Ling shook his head, he really didn't know if the idiot in his eyes was talking about himself or him