He Lingchuan walked to the front of the row of bungalows. It was originally a post house, and the front guest rooms and courtyard were all affected by the fighting, but the row of stables in the back was mostly intact, except for the side one, which was burned out.

Now the captives are sitting in a row here, with their hands tied behind their backs against the wall, and whoever dares to move will have to eat melons.

There were more than a hundred people here, all dejected.

The petty boss and the general were kept in two separate stables next door.

He Lingchuan looked at the stables and soon found that the red light was actually emitting from one of the captives.

Strictly speaking, it was overflowing from his waist.

He suddenly became interested, hooked his fingers and asked the soldiers guarding the captives to approach: "When was this person imprisoned?" ”

"Just now." The soldier replied, "He was hiding in the city, and we didn't know what to do, and we found him." ”

"Oh?" He Lingchuan said strangely, "The Xunzhou rangers have been withdrawn, and he still doesn't run?" Have you been searched and interrogated? ”

"Not yet, you adults haven't made room yet." The leaders are busy, how can they have time to interrogate an inconspicuous minion?

But He Lingchuan is very idle. "Then I'll come."

"Huh?" The soldier was stunned, "But, but ......"

"You don't know who I am?"

"Yes, yes!" Even if he didn't know it, after tonight's battle, He Lingchuan was familiar with half of the army, "You are the eldest prince of He!" ”

"What's wrong with me interrogating a captive that no one else has time to pay attention to?"

Of course there isn't.

As soon as He Lingchuan signaled, Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai stepped forward and picked out the prisoner he liked from the crowd.

The man ducked back: "What are you going to do?" ”

He was born thin and small, and he was able to beat two big men, and he was lifted out like a chicken.

He Lingchuan noticed that as soon as Shan Youjun and the others walked towards this person, the red light on his waist disappeared. He sat hunched over all the time, his hands clasped around his waist.

So, is it still controllable?

There were too few remaining bungalows after the battle, and each of them was useful, so He Lingchuan could only regain control of a tent, drive the original owner out, and throw the prisoners in.

The rock wolf moved to the door with a light car, and lay down there, and did not approach the living.

Shan Youjun found two chairs and came in, sat one for He Dashao, and stuffed the prisoner into the other.

He Lingchuan didn't plan to beat around the bush: "What's the matter with the red light on your body?" ”

The man looked confused: "What red light?" ”

He Lingchuan took matters into his own hands, tore off his waist and looked at it, no, and then took off his outermost light armor.

Or not.

Then take off two more layers.

The man's face turned white, and his gaze wandered.

Watching He Lingchuan untie the captive's wide clothes, Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai glanced at each other with strange eyes. I've been with Da Shao for almost a month, why didn't I know he had this hobby?

This captive wants to have no face, he wants to have no body, why does Da Shao take a fancy to him?

Oh, in case Dashao starts to eat the grass next to the nest in the future, then he never follows or not?

The two looked at each other without saying a word, and they were both soft-hearted.

Fortunately, at this time, He Lingchuan chua tore the prisoner's middle coat open, and something fell to the ground.

It looks like a brass staff.

He Lingchuan picked it up and saw that this short staff was too miniature to be, a little longer than his middle finger, as thick as a flute, and the top of the staff was engraved with the head of a monster of unknown breed, like a bat and a pig, with a pointed beak, a short nose, thin teeth, and very small ears.

The short staff was engraved with countless lines around it, like pictures and words, but He Lingchuan couldn't understand it.

It's not even the language of the immortals of antiquity.

But their arrangement is symmetrical, neat, in line with a certain law, and has a solemn and solemn beauty. He Lingchuan stroked these lines, and a strange thought came to his mind:

Is this some kind of magic circle?

In addition to this, the rod is embedded with an oval-shaped gem, the size of a quail egg.

What color is it? It's hard to say, because in He Lingchuan's view, there is actually a red substance in the gem, like a liquid or a gas, or in other words, it is transformed back and forth between these two states.

They make up three-quarters of the volume of the entire gemstone, which means that it is almost full.

Thinking of the red light he saw outside the temporary cell before, He Lingchuan's heart moved, and he turned to ask Shan Youjun: "Have you seen this gem?" ”

Shan Youjun nodded.

"What color?"

"Dark red." Shan Youjun felt that the owner's behavior in the past half an hour was a bit abnormal.

But in He Lingchuan's opinion, it was obviously a bright red like blood. "Look closely, can you see the flowing colors in the gem?"

Shan Youjun's expression was even more dazed, but the captive's face changed greatly.

Sure enough, others couldn't see it again.

He Lingchuan smiled and said to the captive: "It seems that you have something to say, huh?" ”

"No, no."

"You can see the anomaly in the gem, right?" He asked the captive, "What the hell is this thing for?" ”

Prisoner Ai Ai: "What's unusual, this is the toy I took from the merchant." ”

He Lingchuan played with the short staff, but he didn't find any other mechanism, the whole staff seemed to be cast as a piece, and there was not even a chimeric interface.

The level of craftsmanship is very high. Will the merchant sell this? Hehe.

Then he pressed the gem.

The eyes of the monster at the head of the staff lit up, and suddenly opened its mouth to look up to the sky and roar filial piety, and the lines on the body of the staff actually swam like a snake on the body of the staff.

When He Lingchuan grabbed this short staff, he felt as if something was gathering from all directions.

In just a few blinks, one after another red light fell from the sky and threw it into the monster's mouth.

That is, it is not a roar of filial piety, but a suction.

He Lingchuan finally understood where the red light he saw outside came from.

But he still didn't understand how these rays were formed, and even felt as if they were illuminated by the eyes of the beast, and then threw them into the monster's mouth.

He stretched out his hand and shook it, and the red light passed through his palm as if it were nothing.

The lines on the staff were also busy, and they swam from the monster's mouth to the rubies, each line glowing red.

But when they come out of the rubies again, they return to normal.

And so on.

He Lingchuan understood after a few glances: the red light inhaled by the beast's mouth was transported to the gem by these lines and stored.

So the red substance in the gemstone is formed by the fusion of these foreign red lights?

Well, it's getting weirder.

The captive looked at him in amazement, because He Lingchuan's expression had already said everything:

He could see exactly how the staff worked.

How is this possible! Only these acolytes, who have "opened the eyes of the sky" through special means, can see the demonic energy!

"If you still want to hide it, you will be punished and served." This is an ultimatum.

The captives were dumbfounded.

Shan Youjun stepped forward: "Owner, I'll do it for you." ”

"Well, I'll leave it to you." He Lingchuan crossed his arms and took two steps back, "Interrogate well, maybe there will be another gain." ”

Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai stepped forward and beat them with their fists.

They are very experienced and only stand on the side of the captive, so that when a punch hits the opponent in the abdomen, the vomit and blood from the captive's mouth will not spill on them.

The captives were beaten and screamed, and their faces were greeted a few more times, and their cheeks were suddenly swollen to a height of half a sky, and their eyes were crowded to a slit.

But he gritted his teeth, and he just didn't confess.

Shan Youjun asked someone to bring a bucket of water, get a cloth towel, and press it to soak it in the bucket. Then he grabbed the back of the captive's chair and flipped it upside down, putting his head down and on his feet, and then the wet wipes were placed on his face.

Wet wipes could have suffocated people, and Shan Youjun also scooped a scoop of water and slowly poured it on his mouth and nose.

The man whined and struggled like a fish on a chopping board.

In fact, he is now more miserable than a fish out of water.

He Xiao knows that this is "waterboarding", it looks like there is no blood and no wounds, but in fact, the prisoner has to experience the double enjoyment of suffocation + drowning, and the physical and psychological limits will be trampled on repeatedly.

As long as the torturer controls the pace, fast and slow, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, not fast or slow, the pain of the captives will be multiplied.

He Xiao watched for more than a dozen breaths, and there was a commotion outside, as if a large group of people were coming.

What's wrong?

He strode out of the tent and looked, and sure enough, a party entered the barracks through the front gate, numbering about six hundred, including cavalry, pawns, more than a hundred carriages, and even servants whose clothes and appearance were recognizable.

But they were dejected, and many of them were bloodied and wounded, and looked weak and tired, and when they entered the camp, they sat down and could barely move.

He Lingchuan's heart sank.

This team only separated from them two days ago, taking the route of Bailu Town-Songhuayuan, with nearly a thousand people, more than He Chunhua's team. After the battle in Xinhuang, He Chunhua also sent people to Bailu Town to inquire about safety, but this team came first.

It's still like a standard set meal that has been defeated.

The soldiers in the barracks all put down their affairs and watched them silently.

The leading general, Wu Shaoyi, dismounted and saw He Lingchuan, and looked ashamed: "Da Shao, we were ambushed in Bailu Town!" I'll only bring back these carriages. ”

He dismounted and stumbled a little, but was held by He Lingchuan, seeing that his face was pale, his shoulder was wounded, and the blood wet his entire sleeve.

At this time, He Lingchuan exhaled a cool breath in the early spring in the north:

"Xinhuang has also been attacked."

The news brought by Wu Shaoyi is really the worst tonight.

Bailiqing, Ghost Ape, and Dong Rui fled, the Xinhuang military camp was in a mess, and He Chunhua's men lost their troops...... None of this news is as shocking as the last one.

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Wu Shaoyi rushed to see He Chunhua, although the latter had a serious face, he first asked a military doctor to treat his injuries.

The conversation between the two took place during the treatment.

The garrison of Bailu Town was more sufficient than that of Xinhuang, and Wu Shaoyi and Zhou Hongyue, another general of the grain charge, also focused their defense on Jutang Pass, which would pass through a day later, and after entering Bailu Town, they ordered to rest in place. Both of them were cautious and did not go to the town to hang out, but lived in a private house requisitioned by the team, but Wu Shaoyi drank too much water and went out to the toilet temporarily.