The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1873: I Confess, I Confess to Everything

Chapter 1873: Chapter 1873: I Confess, I Confess to Everything

His body had just launched into the air when he felt a vicious kick to his stomach.

"Ah!"

After a wretched scream, he was kicked back toward the stone table, originally laying on his back, then slowly turning onto his side as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood on the ground.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, the sole thought in his mind was that the Emperor was a fool for sure, surrounded undoubtedly by spies sent by Sui Zimo.

Otherwise, with his movements so well hidden, how could he have been discovered so quickly?

He had only just left the palace not long ago.

If not for the Emperor of Wei, he would never have been found.

And now, he realized with shock that the person who had just kicked him was bearing a familiar face—it was none other than Sui Zimo, who he had previously seen in a painting!

"Sui Zimo, you actually..."

Before he could finish speaking, his throat was grasped, and then he couldn’t move his limbs anymore as he was directly carried away.

However, until he was carried off, he couldn’t understand why Sui Zimo, who clearly hadn’t practiced the secret manual, could possess spiritual power?

And moreover, how was Sui Zimo capable of kicking him so powerfully that he spat blood, and capturing him with ease?

What on earth was going on!

...

With a ’bang,’ the iron door was opened, and then the former Cloaked One, who hadn’t seen sunlight for over half a year, saw a man he recognized too well being carried in by Sui Zimo’s subordinates.

"Old Five, how could you..."

Seeing this person, the former Cloaked One didn’t even know what to say.

The reason he had managed to survive in this pitch-dark place was his hope that his comrades would come to kill Sui Zimo and rescue him, wasn’t it?

But now, he watched as Old Five was carried in just like that!

Old Five’s mouth was stuffed with a white cloth, and his arms and legs were limp, completely unable to muster any strength.

The people who carried him inside directly tied him to another crucifix.

"Mmm!"

As they were binding him, touching Old Five’s hands and feet,

The former Cloaked One saw his once comrade—who would not even make a sound when a piece of flesh was sliced from his body—staring with terrified eyes as large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

He couldn’t help but wonder whether Old Five would have been howling to the heavens if his mouth had not been gagged.

In fact, he didn’t have time to ponder for long.

Because after the few men had securely bound Old Five, they yanked out the cloth from his mouth.

"Ah! Ahh!"

Immediately, Old Five’s agonizing screams pierced through everyone in the iron chamber.

Former Cloaked One: "..."

What in the world could have tormented Old Five to this extent, he wondered, struck by fear.

He had no idea that Sui Zimo had ordered Old Five’s arms and legs to be broken, and then a cut was made on each limb, into which a pain powder newly developed by Sang’er was rubbed into the wounds.

So, whenever those wounds were touched, or the broken bones were pulled, Old Five would be in continuous pain, pain so intense he lost all will to live.

Yet, such a tactic had never been used on the former Cloaked One before.

"It hurts, save me... save me, please... I am dying of pain... Ah, I’ll confess, I’ll confess everything... Ah!"

Old Five screamed miserably while murmuring intermittently.