Confession

"Kill me!"

A ghastly howl of agony suddenly rang out from the quiet room.

Lin Qi narrowed his eyes and glanced at Hu Xinzhu. Hu Xinzhu smiled with reserved grace, then made a gesture toward Ying Qin. Ying Qin nodded arrogantly. Still holding the two tear-streaked girls, who could not make a sound, in his arms, he strode into the quiet room first.

Only Lin Qi, Hu Xinzhu, Ying Qin, and several intelligence chiefs were qualified to enter this room. Everyone else had surrounded the entire residence, while the high points around it had been fitted with the heavy crossbow ballistae Hu Xinzhu had just brought—terrifying weapons capable of instantly killing high-level Heaven Rank warriors.

The quiet room was simply furnished, even somewhat shabby, but it was truly quite spacious.

Four bashful young men stood quietly beside a couch in the center of the room. Ya Wuyuan lay silently upon it, naked from head to toe. At a glance, he still roughly looked human, yet his body gave off an exceptionally bizarre impression.

Lin Qi stared at Ya Wuyuan for a long while before realizing that the man, originally eight feet tall, seemed to have shrunk by half a foot. His body also seemed half a foot wider and half an inch flatter. Thus, though he lay whole upon the couch and appeared outwardly intact, his body had in truth suffered unimaginably horrific torment.

Even more chilling was that despite enduring such cruel torture, not a trace of blood could be seen on Ya Wuyuan's body.

Even though all the nails on his fingers and toes had been pulled out, the wounds were spotless. Crimson flesh was exposed, yet not a drop of blood had seeped out. Even the fatal part between his legs had been skinned, with that thin