My Father Is Definitely Possessed

Chapter 420 - 214: Come On, Serve Young Master Some Tea! (A Bit Heavy—Proceed With Caution!)

This thing is called the Life Spring.

The reference model is something from a game that Li Changqing played in his previous life. In the game, when you were low on health, you could restore your vitality just by getting close to this Life Spring, and Li Changqing made this object using materials from the Celestial Longevity Tree.

The effect granted by Li Changqing follows the characteristics of the Celestial Longevity Tree: as long as you get close to this treasure, it can help an ordinary person regain lifespan lost at any time.

However, Li Changqing currently doesn’t know if this thing is effective.

Because this thing is currently useless to him, and the Longevity Fruit of the Celestial Longevity Tree is only targeted at ordinary people.

Am I considered an ordinary person?

After returning to Zi Wu City, Li Changqing wasn’t in a hurry to find Yin Zixuan, as it was already the middle of the night.

He planned to wait until dawn to go.

Meanwhile, at the Inspection Mansion in Tushan City of the National Guardian Mansion, the lights were still blazing bright.

Saint Heng ordered the jailers to make sure to extract confessions from Hua Zheliu of the Hua family and Mu Jing of the Mu Mansion, to obtain evidence from their mouths and then plunge both families into a place of eternal damnation.

But after a whole night’s work, neither of them confessed to anything.

Originally, it was thought that Mu Jing was tough, and it was understandable if he held out. What Saint Heng didn’t expect was that Hua Zheliu, who seemed so effeminate, also endured the torture!

He was whipped to the point of being covered in blood by the jailers, yet Hua Zheliu still didn’t say a word.

This result was completely unexpected for Saint Heng.

The jailers were replaced twice, and they were all exhausted. Since they themselves were martial artists with strong bodies, mere ordinary jailers had no way to open their mouths.

Saint Heng even had Lin Qizhu personally attend to them, and even though Lin Qizhu didn’t hold back, they still refused to say anything.

In the end, Lin Qizhu could only stop because Saint Heng had instructed him not to kill them.

"Senior brother, leave it to me!"

Wu Santong volunteered to take over.

Lin Qizhu looked at Wu Santong and said helplessly, "These two have very tough mouths. No matter how we beat them, they won’t talk. Hua Zheliu seems spineless, but truly surpassed expectations."

"Don’t worry, leave it to me." Wu Santong hadn’t been at the Inspection Mansion all day; he returned in the evening, took a nap, and then arranged for some things to be brought into the dungeon.

The dungeon was eerie and gloomy.

It was Wu Santong’s first time entering.

He led a group down to the torture chamber and saw that Hua Zheliu and Mu Jing were both hanging there. Their bodies were already covered with wounds—there were not only whip marks but also branding scars—and they looked very miserable.

However, their gazes were incredibly steadfast.

"Lord Wu,"

The jailer approached with a weary expression.

"These two have really tough mouths. They won’t speak no matter what we ask," the jailer complained.

"You might as well give up. We don’t know anything."

Mu Jing sneered, "As for you, when the day comes that I get out, everything you’ve done to me, I’ll repay double!"

"Noisy."

Wu Santong stepped forward, circled around them twice, and then smiled, saying, "Do you really think you can get out? The Hua family and the Mu Mansion have committed numerous crimes. If you confess now, maybe you’ll get a lighter sentence in the future; otherwise, tonight Master Wu here will really play with you well."

"Come on."

Hua Zheliu snorted, "Use whatever tricks you have, I don’t know anything anyway!"

"Alright."

Wu Santong nodded slightly.

"Since you said to use whatever tricks there are, I won’t hold back." With that, Wu Santong called out, "Bring it in."

"Is there some new torture device? Good, because just your little gadgets aren’t enough to entertain Master Hua," Hua Zheliu showed not the slightest concern.

Mu Jing also smiled proudly; just using torture devices to make them confess—how could that be possible?

At this moment, a sudden stench filled the air, instantly making the entire torture chamber reek unbearably.

"What is that smell!"

"Ugh..."

Even the jailers retched, discovering that what was brought in was a bucket of filth and urine!

Hua Zheliu’s face suddenly changed, looking extremely uncomfortable.

He didn’t know what Wu Santong intended to do, but he truly couldn’t stand something so filthy.

It was just too dirty!

How could someone as fastidious as Hua Zheliu, who lived a clean and immaculate life, bear it?

But afraid of Wu Santong noticing a flaw, Hua Zheliu said nothing, merely furrowing his brow momentarily before reverting to his original expression.

As if he wasn’t at all averse to that bucket of filth and urine.

But Wu Santong had already noticed everything.

Wu Santong smiled faintly, then took out a handkerchief and covered his nose, asking, "Master Hua, how do you find the smell?"

"Ha, what’s the big deal?"

Hua Zheliu said scornfully.

"Really?"

Wu Santong beckoned, and a jailer approached holding a piece of clothing, which was stripped from Hua Zheliu earlier.

"I say, in this season, it’s so cold, especially at night. Why don’t you show Master Hua some pity and quickly dress him? Otherwise, won’t he catch a cold? And if he gets out, can he still spare you?" Wu Santong said leisurely.

"Yes."

The two quickly nodded.

"Now you know to beg for mercy?" Hua Zheliu sneered coldly.