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"": ""No... I didn't..."
Chen Xianxian tilted her head back hard, easing the pull on her hair and relieving the pain a little.
Bluish-black handprints marked her pale neck, interspersed with purplish-red patches that looked like pinch marks.
"Is that the truth?" the man asked again.
"The truth... every word..." Chen Xianxian said through the pain. "He refused to tell me where Gu Yiren was. He spat in my face. I was so angry that I hit him... I didn't..."
The man released her.
Chen Xianxian held her hair, not daring to move or say anything else.
The man walked over to Zhang Li, gripped his jaw, and lifted his head.
Zhang Li was a wreck. His face was blotched red, purple, blue, and yellow, as though someone had opened a dye shop on it.
Then the man moved his thumb to the groove above Zhang Li's upper lip and pressed down hard!
Zhang Li's eyes flew open, and he gasped for breath.
The pain twisted his face again and sent tremors through his body.
His face was caught in a grip like steel pincers. He couldn't move.
"Where is Gu Yiren?" the man asked quietly.
Zhang Li kept his mouth tightly shut, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Not talking? How about we take you both with us when we leave the village? Will you talk or not?"
Zhang Li still said nothing.
He would sooner believe that all evil spirits were good people than trust these two.
"I'm going to torture you for answers. I hope your mouth stays as stubborn as it is now."
The man turned and left the room.
Zhang Li trembled again, but his gaze grew considerably more resolute.
Chen Xianxian lowered her hand from her hair and gave Zhang Li