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"": "Even the pain seemed to have gone numb.
Zhang Li hung his head, his eyelids half lowered, not even looking at Chen Xianxian.
Chen Xianxian held an awl used for stitching shoe insoles. Its point was as sharp as a needle.
"Where is Gu Yiren? Are you going to tell me or not!?"
Chen Xianxian's voice was piercing, almost hysterical.
She drove the awl deep into Zhang Li's arm, then yanked it out. Blood soaked that patch of his clothing.
Zhang Li said nothing. He did not even groan.
It was not just his sense of pain that had gone numb. His heart had gone completely numb, too.
"Tell me!"
"Ah!"
His indifference seemed to goad Chen Xianxian further. She stabbed him several more times!
She avoided his vital spots and dared not puncture a major artery. Chen Xianxian did not dare actually kill him.
But Zhang Li was like a dead man. He simply refused to speak, cry out in pain, or beg for mercy.
He had not been like this before.
Cabinet Mountain Village could change a person's character. Zhang Li had been as timid as a mouse, wailing and begging for mercy every day. How had he changed so much?
Had getting too close to Luo Shan and his son Luo Feng turned a man who once spilled secrets whenever fear or the prospect of death gripped him into someone who would die rather than yield?
The more Chen Xianxian thought about it, the worse she felt.
Why had Zhang Li become someone like this, while she could only swallow her humiliation and compromise?
He knew the secret. Why would he not tell her now? Did he not want to live?!
Chen Xianxian stopped stabbing his arm. Panting, she dropped the Awl