Investigation Division, Torture Chamber.

"Ahh

A jailer strangled Peng Ziyun's neck with a rope, another jailer raised his feet, and the last jailer put a brick at Peng Ziyun's feet, Peng Ziyun involuntarily let out a scream, subconsciously wanted to squirm his upper body, let the joints relax, but unfortunately his upper body was firmly tied to the pillar behind him, and a piercing pain rushed from the knee joint and hip joint into the brain, and Peng Ziyun fainted suddenly.

"My lord, he fainted!"

"Water! Wake him up! ”

"Yes!"

A scoop of cold water splashed down, Peng Ziyun hit a spirit, slowly opened his eyes, the heavy punishment for days made his brain a little confused, he tried hard to catch his breath, but unfortunately with a little force, the pain came back, making him involuntarily let out another painful moan.

"Peng Ziyun, how is it? Do you recruit or not? ”

Hearing a slightly hoarse and smug male voice not far away, Peng Ziyun turned his head slightly and spit in that direction: "Phew! ”

"Lin He, you brute, you can't die well!"

"Hehe, I don't want to die? I think you're dying! And fucking hard mouth! ”

Lin He got up from the chair, took the whip, and heard a "pop", Peng Ziyun was whipped from head to face, but Peng Ziyun gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

"It's tough!"

Lin He picked Peng Ziyun's chin with a whip: "The official just wants to know, where did Peng Qiandu's old thing go?" Do you have a plan in place? ”

“......”

Peng Ziyun closed his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Keep the torture!"

"But, my lord, you can't add more bricks, otherwise the legs will be completely wasted!"

"If it's scrapped, it's scrapped, he'll be a dead man sooner or later!"

Lin He said viciously.

"It's-"

The jailers were a little embarrassed and looked at each other.

"Bell!"

The iron door opened, and there was a man wearing a purple cloak and a grimace mask standing at the door, and he waved the waist card in his hand: "This place has been taken over by this official!" ”

"Who are you?"

The masked man raised his hand and threw a token, Lin He took it and looked at it, and found that it was the token of Director Wan Zicheng, his body trembled in fright, and he hurriedly ran to the other party, nodded and said flatteringly: "My lord, this Peng Ziyun is too stubborn, I just want to teach him a hard lesson!" ”

"Get out!"

Before he could finish speaking, the masked man said coldly.

"Yes! My lord! Roll the little ones! ”

Lin He was so frightened that he crawled out of the door, and the iron door closed behind him.

"Fuck who! Who is afraid of you, who is afraid of you! Lao Tzu—"

While muttering, the group walked in front of him, Lin He raised his head, and hurriedly said: "Lord Director, the investigation department hundred households Lin He has just been tortured, please instruct!" ”

"Lin Baihu, thank you for your hard work!"

Wan Zicheng nodded and said with a smile.

"Serve the director, don't dare to work hard!"

"Huh,"

Wan Zicheng patted Lin He's shoulder, glanced at the iron gate, and said casually: "What's going on inside?" ”

"This Peng Ziyun is extremely vicious, he can't resist death, his subordinates originally wanted to punish him, but an adult came over with your token, and he was kicked out of his humble position!"

"Oh,"

Wan Zicheng raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't like that Qianhu just now?" ”

"A thousand households?" Cold sweat oozed from Lin He's forehead, and he hurriedly said, "Don't dare to be humble!" Don't dare! ”

"Hehe, you go down first, the official still has something!"

"Yes!"

Lin He gave a salute and retreated.

Wan Zicheng hesitated, walked to the door of the iron gate, and looked inside.

At this moment, the masked man walked up to Peng Ziyun, looked at Peng Ziyun, who was covered in blood and exuded a foul smell on his body, his body trembled involuntarily, and then sighed, looked at the door, turned around and glanced at the jailer, who immediately understood, took a chair over, stroked the dust, and the masked man sat down.

"Peng Ziyun, why don't you recruit?"

The masked man's voice was low and slightly hoarse, but his tone was very gentle: "Do you really think that the White Lotus Prosperous Era can be realized?" ”

"Now that there is the Holy Son of Heaven in the Ming Dynasty, assisted by virtuous ministers, the four Yi bow down, and the eight directions are called ministers, why can't you see the situation clearly?"

Listening to the masked man's words, Peng Ziyun's heartstrings throbbed a little, and he didn't know why, he instinctively didn't want to scold as usual, but was silent for a while before he said, "See the situation clearly?" Do you want me to betray my father? Do you think I'm a brute like Lin He? ”

“...... Put him down! ”

The masked man was silent for a moment, then walked to the table next to him and sat down, and said softly.

"Yes, sir!"

Soon, Peng Ziyun's body was untied, he moved his legs gently, and felt that his hip joints hurt like pins and needles, and his legs were almost numerous; After a long while, he finally moved his legs off the stool, and then he held on to the pillar, and stood up little by little, in an instant, his forehead was wet with beads of sweat, and after sitting on the tiger chair, the most painful thing was when he walked on the ground, this pain was unimaginable to ordinary people, just like countless knives pierced into the joints, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

"You, help him!"

The masked man gestured to a jailer.

"No, I can do it myself!"

Peng Ziyun tried to move his legs, slowly leaned back on the chair, and then involuntarily let out a painful moan, and then straightened up and looked at the masked man.

The masked man was silent for a while: "Peng Ziyun, do you think that if you don't say it, your father's people will be able to run?" ”

“...... In any case, I can't betray my father. ”

Peng Ziyun turned his head and looked at the wall.

"Did your father plan to run away a long time ago?"

"Of course! When Lin He came to defect, his father felt that something was wrong, if he didn't remember the old love without knowing the sound, Lin He would have died a long time ago and couldn't die anymore, and what happened later would not have happened! ”

"Is this Qingyin you are talking about your wife Liu Qingyin?"

"Yes!"

"You ...... Are you in love? ”

"Yes! I love her, and I can't wait to die for her! ”

"Really?"

The masked man raised his head over Peng Ziyun's head, looked at the window of Xu Jianfang, and sighed slightly: "So far, you still refuse to admit it?" ”

"Admit what?"

"You killed your wife!"

"No, it's not me!" Peng Ziyun's color changed suddenly, and he immediately retorted.

"Who's that?"

The masked man asked hurriedly.

"My Father...... It was you, you who killed her! ”

Peng Ziyun replied subconsciously, but quickly reacted and immediately changed his words, and at the same time tears rained down.

"Why did you kill her?"

“......”

Peng Ziyun lowered his head and did not answer.

"Then let me guess,"

The masked man stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said as he paced: "Now that the White Lotus Sect is in decline, whether it is Lin Zhibang in Jiangbei or Peng Qiandu in Jiangnan, they are all sloppy people, lest the imperial court target them and invite a catastrophe. ”

"Liu Qingyin was originally the holy daughter of the Jiangbei White Lotus Sect, and she wanted to revitalize the White Lotus, but she aroused the disgust of the Lin family's father and son, deprived her of the position of saint, and dissolved the marriage contract with Lin He, and then Liu Qingyin married you - Peng Ziyun, the father and son of the Peng family were very happy, because Liu Qingyin brought a lot of dowries and subordinates, and strengthened the power of the Jiangnan White Lotus Sect."

"Later, Tian Yu'er, the new saint of Jiangbei White Lotus, caused an incident in Qingzhou, which caused the imperial court to send troops to suppress it, and even discharged the arrest of the ambassador Hu Hu and made every effort to arrest the White Lotus Sect."

"The father and son of the Lin family were smart, and moved the general altar from Jining to Qingzhou, thinking that the light was dark, and the court could not find them, but unfortunately it backfired, the court sent troops to surround the Qingzhou general altar, a fierce battle down, Lin Zhibang was killed in battle, Lin He was captured, and then took refuge in the imperial court."

"Then Lin He was used as a chess piece, which was found by Liu Qingyin and placed on a small island in Taihu Lake."

"In response to the aggressiveness of the imperial court, the Peng family father and son and the Lin family father and son reacted the same, advocating avoiding the edge of the imperial court and hiding and waiting, while Liu Qingyin advocated disrupting the court situation, inciting rebellion, waiting in chaos, and taking offense as defense."

"It's just that she never thought that this would bring her death."

"The father and son of the Peng family ostensibly agreed with Liu Qingyin's opinion, sent Liu Qingyin to Beijing, wooed Mahamu, and waited for an opportunity to move, while Peng Qiandu secretly transferred the main altar, and at the same time ordered you, to kill Liu Qingyin."

"Do you still need me to talk about the rest of the matter?"

After the masked man finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Peng Ziyun fixedly.

Peng Ziyun stared at the masked man with straight eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, and muttered, "Qingyin, Qingyin, is it you?" You're still alive, aren't you? ”

Then he stood up sharply and tried to rush over, but unfortunately his knees were weak and he fell to the ground, but he still struggled to crawl forward, trying to raise his head: "Qingyin, is it you......".