The silver needle was inserted into the meat, and within a moment, the tough man curled up to the ground, like a cooked shrimp.

At the beginning, he endured without saying a word, only occasionally making two muffled moans. After a while, the pain that spread from the internal organs to every pore made him lose all his rationality. He started to wail like a wild beast.

I wanted to hit the wall, but was held down by the yamen.

Half the incense stick passed, and he finally couldn't bear it. He cried bitterly on his face and murmured in his mouth. He didn't know what language he was saying, but everyone present could feel it was a curse.

Qin Muxiu heard it, it was Fusang dialect.

This man is a Japanese pirate!

In his previous life, when he was confronting Emperor Wen of Jin, all the surrounding countries wanted to reap the benefits of the fisherman. The biggest winner was the Huns, who directly destroyed the Dong Qin. There were also several small countries with great harvests, and Fusang was one of them.

Fusang and Dongqin were ruled across the sea, but because of their small territory, frequent tsunamis and earthquakes, they were repeatedly plundered by pirates, and the people lived in great difficulty. In order to seek protection from Dongqin, they took the initiative to become a vassal state of Dongqin and paid specialties and taxes to Dongqin every year. For thousands of years, they have been in peace.

Unexpectedly, he was also a wolf's ambition. Taking advantage of the weakening of Dong Qin's strength, he colluded with the Huns and ate Dong Qin.

"It's really not the Huns' words." Pei Feng looked at Qin Muxiu.

Qin Muxiu nodded, "It's Fusang dialect."

"Japanese pirates?!"

"That's right."

"Dongqin and Fusang have an agreement. In addition to the trade documents stamped by the two countries, the Fusang people are prohibited from going ashore from Dongqin. How could these Fusang people sneak into Dongqin?"

Qin Muxiu then ordered the Yamen to "rush back to the county and notify Lord Pu, asking him to see if he could find a translator who understands Fusang dialect. We must carefully examine this enemy."

Half a day later, Pu Lanbin came in person, and the one who came with him turned out to be Yang Huilan.

Yang Huilan was wearing a dark black dress, her head and face were wrapped in a cloak, and she was a bit unconcealed and radiant.

Facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Pu Lanbin explained, "When Mrs. Yang was young, she had been to Fusang with her father for a few years and could speak Fusang language."

"Very good!"

Everyone brought the two to the man.

Yang Huilan asked in a slightly unfamiliar Fusang dialect, "Who are you? Who sent you?"

The man glanced at Yang Huilan weakly, still looking disdainful.

Yang Huilan sneered, "It seems that you are very backbone and very good. Keep it up and don't turn against it. Otherwise, so many people from Dongqin will look down on you. Jin'er!"

Zhao Jin'er had already prepared, so she took out another silver needle and stabbed it at another acupoint on the man's neck.

When the needle first entered the flesh, he didn't feel anything.

On the contrary, the pain that had been gone before disappeared, and people seemed to be coming back to life.

But before long, the pain was replaced by another more unbearable feeling-

itch!

Itchy that erodes the bones and hearts!

It seems like there are millions of poisonous insects lying in every pore and gnawing it!

People in the world only know that the pain is unbearable, but they do not know that the itch that is severe and unreasonable will be unbearable. It will be unbearable for a hundred times, thousands of times, thousands of times!

But for a while, the man was like crazy, roaring and rolling.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He burst into tears and his body twisted, begging, "Stop, please, stop, I say, I say."

Yang Huilan smiled contemptuously, "I think you are so strong. Jin'er, let him relax."

Zhao Jiner stepped forward and pulled out both needles.
Chapter completed!