After taking out the Recording Soul Tool, Qiangu Dongfeng immediately poured Soul Power into it. It lit up at once and projected a screen of light, and the recording began to play.
The footage showed a damp interrogation room, where the two prison guards sat around a boy bound to a torture rack, subjecting him to every kind of torture: whips, branding irons, Soul Tool Electrocution, each crueler than the last.
These two prison guards were the very same two here now, one dead and the other held down.
And what they shouted was not some Evil Soul Master's identification number or his name, but:
"Qiangu Zhangting, are you going to talk?
Qiangu Zhangting, what's the password for private communications between you and your grandfather?
Qiangu Zhangting, what's the code phrase for the Spirit Pagoda's core layer?
Exactly how many of the Spirit Pagoda's spies have infiltrated our Shrek?
What other secret businesses does your Qiangu Clan have?
What's your grandfather's payment password?"
Each question, each cry of "Qiangu Zhangting," slammed into Qiangu Dongfeng's heart like a heavy hammer.
In the recording, the young Evil Soul Master could not withstand the torture. He confessed to everything, answering every question.
And every piece of information he revealed was a closely guarded secret that only Qiangu Zhangting himself could possibly know. Even certain private details about Qiangu Dongfeng himself that Qiangu Dongfeng could not remember were answered without a single word wrong.
Qiangu Dongfeng's hands began to shake, and the Recording Soul Tool nearly slipped from his grasp.
Then, at the end of the recording, the scene shifted to a pig hidden in the shadows.
Though the image was blurry, Qiangu Dongfeng could see her speaking. Her figure was familiar, and so was her voice.
The pig grunted twice, then ordered: