Inside the prison's Punishment Office.
Listening to Ghost-Headed Saber's screams, Ren Ye inwardly marveled, even feeling a little admiration.
This man was definitely an opponent worthy of respect, a true iron-blooded tough guy.
Four or five burly men specializing in torture, plus an old man who looked like a complete pervert-this lineup would have been devastating in any era, absolutely top-tier. Even that crowd on the little island who slit open their bellies and aired out their intestines probably wouldn't have lasted two rounds.
Yet Ghost-Headed Saber had been tortured for nearly two hours without spilling a single word. His willpower was remarkably strong.
Had it been that coward Weng Sanren, he probably would have blurted out everything by now, right down to where his great-grandparents were buried.
"Well, well, Ghost-Headed Saber, your mouth is just as unusual as your hair." The gloomy old man shouted inside in a ducklike rasp, "Looks like he won't confess unless we get serious. Someone, use the snake-skinning method! Let's see how long he can keep his mouth shut!"
Startled, Ren Ye turned to General Feng and asked, "Sir, what's the snake-skinning method?!"
"Heh." General Feng sneered, casually glanced at Ren Ye's lower body, and replied, "What do you think?"
Holy shit. Brutal.
An inexplicable chill swept through Ren Ye's crotch, and he even felt a tiny bit of sympathy for Ghost-Headed Saber.
This feudal society really isn't fit for human habitation, bro.
They had barely exchanged those words when the door opened behind them.
Ren Ye turned and saw Witch Lord Wu Yuanjun stride in, followed by a white-haired elder.
General Feng immediately rose, joining Ren Ye in cupping his fists to salute.
"Dispense with it," Wu Yuanjun replied quietly, making a shushing gesture.
The two immediately stepped aside and stood on either