Jiang Mingyu pushed open the door and walked into the prison. The jailer, who had just taken office a few days ago, hurriedly came up and bowed: "I've seen you, sir! Which prisoner are you coming to see?"

Jiang Mingyu waved his hand impatiently: "Where is Li Goudan? Take me to take a look."

The jailer led Jiang Mingyu through the dim corridor and soon came to a cell. "Sir, Li Goudan is locked in there."

Jiang Mingyu stepped into the cell and saw Li Goudan lying on his side on the straw, with the iron chains on his body clanking.

The boy was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by the sound of the door opening and looked around blankly. Seeing the person clearly, he said in surprise: "Ah, sir, why did you come here in person?"

As he said this, he was about to stand up and salute, but he gasped and his face became distorted. Jiang Mingyu waved his hand: "Lie down and don't move! How have you been these days?"

Li Goudan braced himself: "It's okay, it's okay, sir. Don't worry. I deserve to suffer. I don't dare to blame others."

Jiang Mingyu looked him up and down. He had lost a lot of weight in the past few days, his face was sallow, and his whole body was soft. He had obviously suffered a serious injury.

Jiang Mingyu waved his hand gently: "You are injured, so you should lie down. How are you? Are you feeling better?"

After all, as soon as he arrived in Shangmu, Li Goudan, who was tricked by Murong Yunhai into becoming a yamen servant, followed him at full speed.

A few days passed, and Jiang Mingyu's anger was almost gone.

Li Goudan nodded very weakly and tried to look relaxed: "Thank you for your concern, Sir. It's nothing serious."

But his grinning expression and his hissing of cold air didn't look like he was anything serious.

Jiang Mingyu sighed slightly: "Goudan, do you blame me for punishing you in front of so many people?" Jiang Mingyu asked tentatively.

Apart from interrogating Che Ting, the most important purpose of his coming to the prison today was to see Li Godan's attitude.

"You are joking!"

Li Goudan endured the pain and sat up, "I deserve it! Your Excellency eliminates harm for the people and severely punishes evil. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Li Goudan stared at Jiang Mingyu with a serious look on his face: "Sir, I have been thinking about it every day these days, and I am really scared! If you hadn't dealt with it decisively, I might have harmed the entire army. Then I am not a human being.

It's something. The more I think about it, the more I feel like a jerk, don't you think?

Jiang Mingyu nodded with satisfaction: "Goudan, you have a good consciousness. It seems that my vision is not bad and I have not misjudged the person. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. It is human nature. You can take good care of your injuries first. When the injuries are healed, I will defend the city."

The camp is still short of manpower.

Li Goudan was so excited that his eyes were red: "Sir, I..."

Before I could finish speaking, I choked up.

Jiang Mingyu hurried over and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, don't be moved. I can't stand this kind of thing. Just learn from the pain and wait for the rest to heal. I have business to do and leave first."

Okay, I’ll see you another day!"

Jiang Mingyu walked out of the cell and asked the jailer in a low voice: "Is he seriously injured? Has any doctor seen it?"

The jailer smiled mysteriously: "Don't worry, sir. Sir Tu personally sent a doctor to see him. Aren't you just worried that he won't be able to heal well? Otherwise, how could he recover so quickly? Don't worry about it."

Jiang Mingyu was surprised and said: "What? Tuxluo actually cares about Li Goudan? That's right, he saw that I had too few people under his command, so he was motivated to keep Li Goudan as a talent out of compassion.

Haha, I never thought that the Black-faced King of Hell could be so considerate!"

He smiled and didn't think much more: "Where is Che Ting being held? Let me go and have a look."

The jailer led Jiang Mingyu through the dark corridor and soon came to a cell. He saw Che Ting's hands cuffed behind his back and his feet were also shackled, making him look like a mess.

Seeing Jiang Mingyu appear, Che Ting snorted coldly: "Master Jiang, are you here to see me die?"

Jiang Mingyu waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry to send you to Prince Yama to report. I just want to talk to you about what happened between you and Huang Chaoran back then."

Che Ting looked confused: "Master Huang? What's going on?"

Jiang Mingyu approached him and said mysteriously: "Of course it was Huang Chaoran who secretly changed his position and transferred you from the execution ground. As long as you admit this, I can spare your life."

Che Ting immediately frowned: "Mr. Jiang, I don't know what you are talking about. It is impossible for me to frame Mr. Huang. Stop talking nonsense. If you want to kill or cut him up, it is up to you!"

Jiang Mingyu spread his hands: "Hey, I didn't expect you to be quite loyal. Sure enough, the most important thing for you Jianghu people is integrity. But unfortunately, you have to explain this matter, and I have to give an explanation today!"

Che Ting spat: "You can do whatever you want, even if you kill me, I won't talk nonsense to frame Mr. Huang!"

Jiang Mingyu coughed twice and straightened his clothes: "Don't worry, I won't touch a hair of yours. Do you think I look like the kind of person who kills people casually?"

Che Ting rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Jiang Mingyu continued: "I'm just chatting with you, just a simple chat. I just saw something new in the cell. I don't know if you are interested?"

Che Ting still ignored him.

Jiang Mingyu asked with a dark face: "I will ask again, do you admit that Huang Chaoran cheated on the execution ground that day?"

Che Ting simply closed his eyes and acted like he was keeping away from strangers.

Jiang Mingyu was furious: "Okay, you can be tough. I'll see if you can stand it later!"

He shouted: "Someone, bring all the interrogation tools!"

Several jailers followed and brought a large iron frame with a human-shaped iron mold hanging on it. There was also a large stove with iron bars next to it.

Jiang Mingyu ordered: "Light up the fire!"

Jiang Mingyu said proudly: "I'm asking you for the last time, do you admit it?"

Che Ting closed his eyes without saying a word.

"You still haven't confessed, right? Then you're just waiting to turn into a roasted suckling pig!"

Jiang Mingyu grinned and said with a sinister smile.

Jiang Mingyu shouted to the jailer: "Hurry and stuff him into that iron mold, put it on the fire and roast it. Let's see if he still talks hard!"

Upon hearing this, the two jailers took off Che Ting's wooden shackles and roughly stuffed them into the human-shaped iron mold. They passed iron rods through both ends of the mold and placed Che Ting above the stove like a roasted suckling pig.

The scorching heat enveloped him instantly, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

He gritted his teeth secretly in his heart, it was absolutely abominable that Jiang Mingyu wanted to use roast pig to extract a confession.

But Che Ting knew that he could never give in. He regarded Huang Chaoran as his benefactor, and he could never betray his promise and falsely accuse him of saving his life.

Seeing that Che Ting was not moved at all, Jiang Mingyu became anxious.

He must find a way to get Che Ting to confess, otherwise he would be unable to defeat Boss Huang.

Che Ting, who was lying in the air, finally opened his eyes: "Jiang Mingyu, just come and play whatever tricks you want. Just call me and I will be your grandson!"

Jiang Mingyu chuckled and said: "No rush, let's take our time, there is plenty of time anyway!"

After saying that, he picked up the big cattail leaf fan on the side and fanned it fiercely at the fire. The fire suddenly became fierce and a scorching wave swept through Che Ting's body.

"Is it hot? I'm most afraid of the cold in this weather. Come on, let me help you warm up!" Jiang Mingyu mocked while fanning the fire.

Che Ting gritted his teeth and endured, his forehead was dripping with sweat, but he didn't say a word.

Just when Jiang Mingyu was sweating profusely, the fire made a "sizzling" sound, like fat meat falling into a hot oil pan.

"Stop pretending, do you admit it? Hurry up and do it!" Jiang Mingyu urged.

Che Ting shouted in pain: "Jiang Mingyu... kill me quickly... I, I can't stand it anymore..."

Jiang Mingyu shook his head and said: "Kill you? That's not possible, your confession hasn't been released yet!"

After saying that, he added with a smile: "Besides, you are not a fuel-efficient lamp. If it hadn't been for that mouse last time, I would have killed you. How can such a great friendship be given up casually?"

Are you going to see the Lord of Hell?"

Che Ting still gritted his teeth and remained silent. Jiang Mingyu said with a dark face, "Here comes someone! Add more fuel, add more, let's see how long he can carry it!"

Che Ting was roasted alive on the stove, his whole body as red as a soldering iron, and the severe pain eroded his consciousness. He cursed with difficulty: "Jiang Mingyu, you beast, you will be punished one day!"

Cursing had exhausted all his strength, and Che Ting felt his consciousness gradually blurring.

Jiang Mingyu, however, acted as if he couldn't hear anything and raised the corners of his mouth proudly. He deliberately pretended to be suddenly enlightened and said: "By the way, didn't you just say that calling grandpa is your grandson? Now you are cursing grandpa in turn.

How can you make sense?" Jiang Mingyu shook his head pretending to be sad, as if he had been let down by an unfilial son.

Che Ting could no longer ignore Jiang Mingyu's ridicule.

He felt that his internal organs were like red-hot molten iron, and every part of his body was burning.

His throat was already burnt. He opened his mouth to call for help, but only thick smoke came out of his throat. At this time, a hot tea bowl came to his lips, and a voice sounded: "Okay, how much herbal tea do you want?"

How much do you have!"

Che Ting instinctively reached for it, feeling that this might be his final rescue.

But just when his lips were about to touch the edge of the bowl, Jiang Mingyu poured the tea on the ground. "Want it? No way!" Jiang Mingyu looked at the tea spilled on the ground, feeling extremely proud.

This last glimmer of hope was taken away, and Che Ting collapsed completely. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "I said, I said it's not okay...give me water..."

Jiang Mingyu wiped his sweat, glanced at Che Ting, who had been burned beyond recognition, and sneered: "Tch, do you think you are some kind of tough guy, and you can't stand it? It's so boring."

With a wave of his hand, he ordered the jailer to put the man down from the grill, and then called the scribe to come over and record the confession.

Che Ting was moaning hoarsely, his whole body was burned, his face was black, and he looked like he was dying.

Jiang Mingyu leaned against the wall lazily, with a look of disdain on his face: "Hey, what else are you trying to do? Just do it now. If you do what happened back then, I'll make it easier for you."

Che Ting shook his head weakly, still wanting to make a last desperate struggle: "I don't... that's not the case... just kill me..."

"Tch!" Jiang Mingyu rolled his eyes, "You still want to fool me, right? Someone, let's bake it again!"

Che Ting was so frightened that he shook his head violently and wailed: "I said, I said it's not okay...please stop..."

Jiang Mingyu laughed loudly: "That's right! Recruit them quickly, I have to give an explanation today!"

So Che Ting could only tell with tears the story of how the civet cat was replaced by the prince, and the scribe recorded it verbatim.

Jiang Mingyu looked at Che Ting's weak appearance and frowned in disgust: "Okay, okay, let's take a break. I'm too weak to record everything. Hey, go call a doctor and take a look. Don't kill this guy."

Already."

Che Ting was already dying and passed out while recording the last word.

Jiang Mingyu took Che Ting's confession and felt happy, finally being able to take action against Huang Chaoran.
Chapter completed!