At this time, Pei Xi was standing in one of the caves in the three-story cell with a rough leather whip in his hand. It was pitch black all around, and a half-lit candle was lit in the right corner at the end of the cave, which made the seven or eight square "dark hole" a little alive.

Pei Xi turned his back to the prison door, facing inward, staring at the innermost wall of the cave with a dark face. His chest was heaving and steady, with a man nailed to the wall, his palms pierced by steel nails, and both wrists handcuffed to the wall with collarbone spoons.

It's been ten years, and this person has been handcuffed here for ten years, not an inch has been moved. The flesh and blood on his wrists had long been festering, and the empty belly and bone-like thighs were white bones wrapped in dry skin. But the man was still breathing, and he didn't see death.

Seeing him like this, Pei Xi whipped him a few more times, and his skin suddenly opened to the bone. Pei Xi gasped.

"You're not as good as me?" the man nailed to the wall spoke, his eyes already blind, and his wrinkled brown-black eyelids sunken into the contours.

"What did you say?" said Pei Xi.

"Hehe," a ra'ba voice laughed from the man's throat, "why are you worse than me, like you're about to die." ”

Pei Xi sneered coldly and said, "I will definitely live longer than you." ”

The man laughed dryly: "It's been ten years, you're not as good as him, he's dead, and you can't get anything out of my mouth." ”

But when he heard a loud sound, Pei Xi's whip slapped the man's face, and he saw half of the flesh and blood on the face fall from the man's face, revealing his teeth and bones, and the man screamed in pain.

"Don't compare me to that lewd in Donghua!, do you really think I want to get something out of your mouth?" Pei Xi laughed. The man suppressed his roar in horror and listened to Pei Xi's words. "Why, after all these years, you still don't want to die? Do you still want to live? Are you still so afraid of death?" The leather whip that stuck to the flesh dragged on the ground, and Pei Xi turned around and prepared to go out.

"Wait!" The man trembled, and Pei Xi stopped, waiting for the man to continue, "Don't you want to know anything more from my mouth?"

Pei Xi smiled: "You are the only one left on this floor." When the man heard this, he immediately went limp and dragged his chapped instep on the ground, "The people he caught are all dead." Pei Xi said word by word, "You have to hold on, otherwise who am I playing with?"

"What do you want to know, I'll say everything, I'll say everything. The man said stingly, with a pained and embarrassed face.

Pei Xi sneered, and the man hurriedly said: "I really have a lot of things to say, your master Donghua's affairs! I know everything! I am his meticulous work!"

"I know everything about him. Pei Xi said.

"No, there must be something you don't know, there must be something you don't know!" he has a ......," the man said, squeezing his throat, and blood was already pouring out of it.

"He has a son. Pei Xi lowered his voice and said.

He ...... He...... You...... How do you know ......?" said the man, shuddering, as if to squeeze another tear out of his shriveled eyes.

"Is there anything else I don't know?"

"Also...... Still...... And ...... "The man's liver and gallbladder were about to break," I know where his son is, I know. ”

"Anything else?" asked Pei Xi.

I saw the man's chapped lips open and make a uh-uh sound.

"Is there anything else?" Pei Xi asked again, "No." Pei Xi said for him. He swung his whip and pulled the man's head off. The head rolling on the ground was still struggling and said, "I still know...... I still have ......" finally lost his breath.

Pei Xi took the leather whip and walked out of the prison, and the moment he closed the prison door, Pei Xi looked back until the prison door was closed. Pei Xi stood in the wide corridor, and there was not a single living creature in the hundred cells behind him. He grabbed the whip in his hand and couldn't let go for a moment. It took him ten years to complete all the detailed work and prisoners left by Donghua. From now on, he is the person who has learned the most secret information in the whole of Dongling and even in other countries. Even the hearing department, which was personally guarded by Duan Jingbo, could not have as many spies as he had here.

Pei Xi couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, how capable his master Donghua was back then, and he collected so many details to do things for himself. Ten years ago, after Donghua's death, Pei Xi tried his best to secretly recall and secretly arrest all the fine works sent by Donghua, nearly 100 people. Since then, Pei Xi has imprisoned everyone and provided him with information on his errands.

He knew that if Donghua's meticulous work was kept drifting abroad, it would be a big disaster, and the consequences would be unimaginable for any country to get it. Fortunately, Ji Zhong helped Pei Yi hide Donghua's death together, so that all his meticulous works were recovered. He knew that he was an elite cultivated by Donghua. But when he interrogated Donghua's meticulous work over the years, he realized that Donghua's methods were extremely clever, and he was far from being able to do so.

The more he interrogated, the more afraid he became, and the more he feared it. He felt that he would not be able to catch up with his master in his life. So Pei Xi intensified the interrogation, day and night. Until today, his panic is over, and he knows everything Donghua can know. It wasn't until today that he felt like he was in control of the entire prison division for the first time. The previous name was not worthy of the name, fidgeting, and today it was swept away.

Pei Xi glanced into the corridor again and took a deep breath, he didn't have a chance to know any other useful information from their mouths anymore. Pei Xi frowned at the Sichuan-shaped tattoo like a knife, and he began to get nervous again.

He walked out of the corridor and followed the steps to the fourth basement cell. Due to the tension just now, Pei Xi's lips turned purple. He rushed into any of the four cells and locked the door, brandishing his whip and roaring madly inside. When he was on the third floor just now, Pei Xi didn't say a word. Most of the prisoners on the fourth floor are the prisoners he has captured over the years, and there are also those escorted by the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Hearings. Those who can be locked in a four-story cell have spiritual power on the upper floor. Not only were the prisoner's hands handcuffed with the clavicle key, but his feet and waist were also clamped with the clavicle key.

Pei Xi didn't care who the other party was, he just jerked violently, and he didn't stop until the other party's waist bone was almost broken by him. Pei Xi hunched over and panted out of the cell, where his physical strength was almost exhausted. One after another, Pei Xi entered three more rooms, all of which were vented.

By the time he came out of the fourth cell, he was sweating profusely and couldn't stand. Pei Xi sat on the ground with a buttocks, and his hands that were slightly shaking because of nervousness were now out of strength because of excessive venting. His hands were slumped on the ground, and he lost a little of the majesty of a director-general. He sighed, the people and things on this layer were all captured by him during his reign, and he finally had the confidence to relieve his tension.

It took a long time for Pei Xi to get up from the ground. He walked up the stairs to the deepest part of the prison department, the fifth floor of the cell. Only the prison chief has the power to open it, and no one of the arresters has the right or ability to open the door of the five-story cell.