After capturing two guys suspected of being members of the Blood Corpse Cult, there was no need for the remaining men in black to exist. After all, these twenty or thirty people who came were obviously led by these five guys with the highest martial arts, and the rest might be hired casually or simply cannon fodder characters in the organization, even if this kind of guy was judged, he would not be able to judge anything useful.

Simply stopped the bleeding for the other party and threw it into the carriage, Tang Jin and the others did not drive away, but the old god stood in this wasteland full of corpses, quietly listening to the footsteps that were getting closer and closer.

The cold weapon fight between the warriors is not loud, and even if it expands to the point of twenty or thirty people, there will not be much movement, but it is different with guns. Even in the bustling capital tonight, the rough roar of the sand eagle was enough to attract the attention of the patrol guards in the city.

Soon, the patrol guards in charge of the night patrol arrived. Tang Jin and the others didn't say much, and there was no bloody episode of their own family beating their own family, their identities were bright, and the people who fell to the ground were wearing night clothes and still covering their faces, so they didn't look like good people, so the patrol guards immediately began to clean up the mess. And Tang Jin and the others returned to Dali Temple unimpeded.

On the way back to the house, he was assassinated by the suspected Blood Corpse Sect, and it is unknown whether there will be another ambush on the side of the Shizi Mansion, rather than risk going back, it is better to go back to Dali Temple to live in peace, after all, no matter how rampant the Blood Corpse Sect is, it cannot withstand setting up an ambush under the nose of a grandmaster-level master.

Back to Dali Temple, send Fang Jieqing back to the bedroom to rest. Tang Jin went straight to the dungeon of Dali Temple, and if he didn't know whether the other party was a member of the Blood Corpse Sect or a subordinate sent by a certain prince, Tang Jin would definitely not be able to sleep this time.

Tang Jin doesn't sleep, Qin Hai and the others as guards can't sleep, as for Tang Xu, he doesn't belong to Tang Jin's guards, and theoretically he can decide whether to sleep or not. But it's like Tang Jin can't figure out who the other party is and can't sleep, he can't sleep if he doesn't figure out who the other party's gunnery is learning from.

If the other party is really a member of the Blood Corpse Sect, and the spear technique is really taught by Zhang Qiyu, then it is necessary for Tang Xu to consider changing the marksmanship again. In case he confronts the people of the Blood Corpse Sect in the future, he rushes up stupidly, and the other party makes a move towards him

I know everything about it, and when I get a few flaws, my life will be gone.

Descending to the dungeon, the two captured masked men had been tied to the shelves by the officials of Dali Temple very sensibly. Of course, one of the two people was tied, and the other was thrown aside, and both legs were broken by Tang Jin, so even if they didn't tie up, they couldn't run far.

Glancing at the two of them, he barely recognized these as two young people in their twenties by the dim candlelight, and Tang Jin didn't care about the specific appearance, anyway, it wouldn't be long before there were two corpses.

"You two...... I don't think I'll be honest about who sent you, right? Looking at the two faces that were almost written with the word "non-cooperation" written on their faces, Tang Jin hesitated.

When the two of them saw Tang Jin speak, they just wanted to show their determination, but Na Cheng thought that he came directly to such a sentence, and the words that came to his mouth were choked back.

"Humph! Don't think you can get anything from us, even if you use all the torture in the world, we won't take it. The guy who had broken his legs by Tang Jin raised his head and said.

"yes, I understand." Tang Jin nodded knowingly, and then beckoned to Feng Gu, who walked over quickly and handed a glass syringe to Tang Jin.

This syringe was specially obtained by Tang Jin from Khan Meng earlier, and the medicine in it was a forced water supply that he had recently made up by himself. To be honest, he's been trying to get this thing for a long time, compared to torture to extract confessions, this thing is much simpler and more convenient, push it down with a needle, or drink it, and everything will be happy.

It's just that I didn't get it before.,Mainly because there's no time and it's not of much use.,Now in charge of Dali Temple.,It's estimated that in the future, it's indispensable to interrogate some enemy spies or spies or something.,This thing is very necessary.。 Compared with taking it, Tang Jin prefers injections, and the effect of injections is better, after all, his forced water supply is not a chemical synthesis, but a simple primary product made of ergot mushrooms.

"Humph! The dignified Shaoqing of Dali Temple, the punishment was actually pricked with a needle? Hahaha, it's not grandpa I'll blow it with you, if you prick your grandpa and me with a hundred stitches, I won't frown. The young man on the side, who was tied up with five flowers, looked at the syringe in Tang Jin's hand with disdain

Road.

Tang Jin smiled at him, "If you really give you a hundred injections, you will be gone." Besides, the master's forced water supply stock is not much, one needle is enough. ”

After saying that, without hesitation, he plunged it into the neck of the young man with the broken leg, and the cold liquid slowly advanced into his body. The tied young man looked at Tang Jin with an inexplicable expression, didn't he really understand what he was doing, poisoning? Can...... Isn't poisoning poured from the mouth? Could it be that he is pouring it directly into his throat? But in this case, don't people die?

Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw the young man with the broken leg shaking in a daze, as if he had drunk too much, and was still muttering something in his mouth.

Patting the other party's face, Tang Jin asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Wang Qi......" the young man said vaguely.

It didn't matter if he said this, the young man who was tied up suddenly looked shocked: "Wang Qi! What are you doing? Do you want to betray your grown? Have you ever wondered what the consequences of doing this will be? Your family, your wife and your children, they will lose their lives because of you, and you yourself will suffer untold suffering after death......"

No matter how the other party threatened, Wang Qi was completely unmoved, still shaking as if he was drunk, as if he couldn't hear the other party's voice at all.

Tang Jin glanced at the other party and smiled disdainfully, "Wang Qi, tell me now, who are you?" ”

"I'm ...... People of the Blood Corpse Cult. Wang Qi said without hesitation.

"Wang Qi! You are crazy! You are crazy! Have you forgotten our oath before God? Have you forgotten our devotion to God? ......" The kidnapped youth is still chattering.

In this regard, Tang Jin said that he didn't mind at all, although he fully believed in the effect of forcing water supply, he didn't mind multiple people helping to verify whether what Wang Qi said was true or false. Now it seems that what he said is true.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited. I've given him only the quickest potions, and if it weren't for my urgent need to determine who sent you, I'd have used more interesting methods to break your sanity step by step. Prove to you how fragile the so-called faith is! ”

(To be continued)