Wei Tong was quickly taken to a place similar to an interrogation room and locked up. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The war is imminent, and the sudden capture of a "spy" of the Han army must be quite a sensation in the Yellow Turban Array. So the interrogator is afraid that it will be a bit classy.

You won't come and interrogate me personally, will you? Wei Tong sat alone and was fine, and began to YY.

After a while, a leader-like yellow scarf walked in outside the interrogation room, sat on the chair opposite Wei Tong with his big buttocks, put his hand on his lap, first scolded Wei Tong roughly, and then began to say that the sky is dead and the yellow sky is standing, and Wei Tong is a lackey of the Han army, and he will be retributed......

Wei Tong listened to the yellow turban man chattering for a long time, and finally probably because he was thirsty, he shouted a few words to the door, asked the men outside to pour him a cup of tea, and then came back to his senses and began to question Wei Tong.

"What is your purpose in infiltrating Guangzong?"

"There's no purpose, it's just going around."

"Have you seen anything you shouldn't have seen in Guangzong these days?"

"Nope."

"Who ordered you to come?"

"Nobody, I just want to come in and walk around."

……

No matter what question the yellow turban man asked, Wei Tong just didn't know what to ask. Huang Turban Han asked for a while, and he didn't feel interesting, but he also thought that a stranger could do something big.

"Drink saliva and ask two random questions, drag it down and kill it."

The Yellow Turban Han was thinking like this, and Wei Tong was counting on it in his heart. Dying as a player is nothing for him at all. Hurry up and kill it and enter the death cooldown.,You can go back online after a day.,Maybe you can catch up with Leng Xiaojue's territory defense battle.。

Just then, the door to the interrogation room was opened, and a waiter-like man walked in from outside with a night's worth of tea. Wei Tongxin said, After drinking this bowl of tea, please correct me, okay? So he looked up at the yellow turban man and the man who delivered the tea.

As a result, it didn't matter if he saw it, Wei Tong was stunned for a moment.

Isn't this person who delivered tea the one who showed him the way when he went to Julu himself? Isn't he Zhang Mancheng's person? Why don't you stay in Nanyang, but stay in Guangzong?

The man obviously recognized Wei Tonglai, his face was on the side, and he hurriedly walked to the side of the Yellow Turban Han, and before he had time to hand over the tea, he put his mouth to his ear and whispered something.

It's bad, Wei Tong's heart trembled. This guy obviously knew that he was following Tang Zhou to do things at the beginning, and that time in Julu, Wei Tong put Zhang Mancheng together, and this ass was not wiped clean. Although I haven't been to Julu since. However, with the development of history, Tang Zhou rebelled, Ma Yuanyi was torn apart, and he was undoubtedly blacklisted at the top of the Yellow Turban.

Although people don't want to chase and kill everywhere for their own small role, but in this situation, they take the initiative to bump into someone's gun, how can that person be polite? Whatever you think, you can't give yourself a painful death this time.

"Damn, do you want me to bite my tongue and kill myself?" Wei Tong was still a little hesitant in his heart, although the pain in the game had been reduced a lot, but to make people blatantly bite off their tongues, that layer of psychological barrier alone was not something that ordinary people could break through.

Huang Turban Han listened to what his subordinates said, his face suddenly became ugly, he looked at Wei Tong with some complications, he didn't expect this little-known little stranger to be such a number one person, he almost killed the culprit, and now he thinks about it, he is really a little apprehensive.

But this level of affairs is not something that he is qualified to handle as a middle-level general, he ordered his subordinates to take care of Wei Tong, and he hurriedly walked out, obviously to continue to report this matter upwards.

"Now it seems that Zhang Jiao is really going to interrogate me personally......" Wei Tong shook his head and sighed. On the other hand, he also gave up the idea of biting his tongue and committing suicide. After all, as a Han Army player, this kind of opportunity to face Zhang Jiao at close range is really hard to find, although Wei Tong doesn't have the ability to spy out something from Zhang Jiao, but when he meets, there should be some gains.

Wei Tong's estimate was right, and after a while, two hardcover Yellow Turban sergeants escorted Wei Tong into a very deep courtyard, and after a few instructions, Wei Tong was escorted into one of the rooms, and then ...... Wei Tong saw a middle-aged man with fluttering hair and a Taoist robe.

"Is this Zhang Jiao......" Wei Tong thought to himself.

"Name: Zhang Jiao (Top Historian);

Grade:???

Attribute:??? ”

Zhang Jiao's panel Wei Tong couldn't see a little bit of information at all, presumably because the difference in strength was too great. As the ultimate boss of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Zhang Jiao's strength is beyond doubt, but unfortunately, in the end, Zhang Jiao should die of illness according to the script, and it seems that it is difficult for players to witness the thrill of maneuvering with Zhang Jiao on the battlefield and finally defeating it.

In the game, Zhang Jiao's figure is thin, his hair and beard are very fairy, and his face does not have the kind of heroic spirit that swallows heaven and earth. There was a foggy feeling in Zhang Jiao's eyes, and Wei Tong couldn't see through it. It stands to reason that as the leader of a peasant uprising, there was either a firmness or majesty in his eyes, or a fanaticism for religious beliefs.

However, no, Wei Tong couldn't see anything from Zhang Jiao's eyes, and he even felt that Zhang Jiao himself was like a state of confusion in the clouds.

It's like ...... It's like a person who thinks, but doesn't think.

"You are the stranger who has been helping him under Tang Zhou at the beginning? The ability is not small, and the poor Dao has also heard of your deeds. ”

Wei Tong did not pick up the stubble, but continued to observe. Now the place where Wei Tong is located should be Zhang Jiao's bedroom, and Zhang Jiao is directly sitting on the bed to interrogate Wei Tong.

This is a very unusual thing, because no one, ancient or modern, would interrogate a prisoner in his bedroom unless he had a reason to do so.

What is the reason? Wei Tong continued to think, after knowing his identity, the interrogation must be presided over by Zhang Jiao himself, so this reason should be that Zhang Jiao can hardly leave this room?

Wei Tong was thinking about it, and at a glance he saw Zhang Jiao's bed, the futon on the bed was spread out, and a corner was lifted from Zhang Jiao's side, which showed that Zhang Jiao had just sat up from the quilt, and it was already noon, at this point in time, Zhang Jiao had no reason to fall asleep on the bed......

Could it be that Zhang Jiao has contracted the disease and his condition is starting to deteriorate?

Wei Tong looked at Zhang Jiao's somewhat haggard face, and countless possibilities instantly turned in his mind.