The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1710: Kill Me If You Dare!

Chapter 1710: Chapter 1710: Kill Me If You Dare!

However, it’s nothing serious.

"Brother Molian is busy and can’t make it back," Lin Caisang said.

...

Inside the secret chamber of Prince Mo’s Mansion.

The heavy iron door was opened, and Sui Zimo, accompanied by Zhe Jue and Zhen Wu, walked in.

Inside the iron door, a cloaked man was bound by thick iron chains, unable to move.

Of course, even if there was nothing binding him, he still couldn’t have moved, struck as he was by the panther’s poison, barely clinging to life.

"Administer it to him."

Sui Zimo handed the two elixir pills he was holding to Zhe Jue.

Zhe Jue took the elixir pills, went over, and forcefully stuffed them into the cloaked man’s mouth.

The cloaked man intended to keep his teeth clamped shut, but having not eaten for days and having only ingested water, he simply didn’t have the strength to resist, and the pills were forced into his mouth.

Then, a large bowl of water was poured into his mouth, making it impossible to spit the pills out, and they went straight into his stomach.

"My Lord, this man’s lips are sealed tight, he refuses to divulge anything," Zhen Wu reported to Sui Zimo.

Before the Lord’s return, they had already interrogated him many times, but had gotten nothing from this cloaked man.

Such tight-lipped resistance was indeed a first for them.

"No matter how tight-lipped he is, there will always come a time when we’ll catch him."

Sui Zimo’s eyes coldly fixed on the cloaked man as he slowly, word by word, spoke.

"Release him."

He instructed Zhe Jue.

"Yes, my Lord."

Zhe Jue obeyed, and unlocked the chains from the cloaked man.

But the cloaked man barely had any strength; once the chains were released, his entire body collapsed.

"Those two pills, one to temporarily alleviate the poison in your body, the other, to ensure you’ll forever lie on the ground, unable to ever stand up with your bones forever softened—this way, you’ll never think of escaping from here."

Sui Zimo crouched down and explained to the cloaked man.

"I’m not in a hurry; I can wait for you to think it over, to see whether you want to tell me something."

Having said this, he stood up, turned his head to look at Zhe Jue.

"Bring him some soup and water daily, don’t starve him to death; this man still has his uses," he said.

"Yes, my Lord, I understand," Zhe Jue responded.

"Of course, don’t let him be too idle either; rotate interrogators in three shifts daily, don’t let him sleep, interrogate him," Sui Zimo instructed further.

"Yes, my Lord."

Zhe Jue responded again.

As long as he could make this man talk, he was willing to do whatever it took.

He knew that this man certainly harbored secrets, the noises from the study earlier he guessed had been caused by this cloaked man, right?

This man, daring to act against his own master’s wishes, intended to kill his Lord!

"Sui Zimo, you might as well kill me!"

The cloaked man’s eyes were glued on Sui Zimo as he growled softly.

"What use would killing you serve?" Sui Zimo lightly laughed, asking him in return.

"Only by keeping you alive does it matter most to me; if you were dead, whom would I seek to inquire about the matters of the Illusion Continent, hmm?"

"Sui Zimo!"

The cloaked man wanted to grind his teeth, but he didn’t even have the strength to do that.

"Don’t you dream of learning anything from me, I won’t say a word; you might as well give up!"

How could he possibly reveal his master’s secrets to Sui Zimo? Unless he was mad!

"Hmph, don’t be so pleased with yourself; do you think capturing me is enough? I’m merely the least noticeable among my master’s followers; you won’t get any information from me! Don’t even think about it!"