Wuzhiqi suddenly turned red, looking like he was in unbearable pain.
Ye Fan was about to go over to check, but was stopped by Di Jiang.
"careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuzhi Qi exploded into a bloody mist.
"How is this going?"
Ye Fan frowned, looked at the blood mist that had not dissipated, and asked.
Di Jiang looked solemn.
"He blew himself up."
Hearing this, Ye Fan was slightly shocked, and then he sighed.
"Many low-level monks from the evil sect yearn for the life of the Illuminati, but I don't expect that there are also many low-level monks from the Illuminati who yearn for the life of the evil sect."
Di Jiang nodded.
"Maybe for them, what they can't get is good."
"I originally wanted to know something from Wuzhiqi, but now it seems..."
Di Jiang shook his head.
Ye Fan doesn't think so.
"Wuzhiqi is gone, we still have someone else to interrogate!"
Di Jiang looked at Ye Fan meaningfully.
"That makes sense!"
Ye Fan laughed twice.
"I'll go get the little Haechi!"
After saying that, he quickly ran towards the cell.
After Ye Fan left, Di Jiang frowned again. The inside of Guangming Pavilion could not continue like this. Wuzhiqi was only the one he knew now, and there were many monks he didn't know, just like Wuzhiqi.
If they were all incited to rebel by the evil faction, then there would be no need to fight this war and they could just surrender.
"well!"
Dijiang sighed.
What a worry!
Not long after, Ye Fan ran back quickly, followed by a cold-faced Haechi.
"grown ups!"
Haezhi saluted Emperor Jiang.
Di Jiang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be polite.
"Didn't your Excellency just interrogate a prisoner?"
Haezhi looked around a few times, but did not see Wuzhiqi's figure, so he couldn't help but ask.
Di Jiang touched Xie Zhi's head.
"Don't worry, that guy blew himself up and didn't even leave ashes."
Haechi's family has been guarding the Guangming Pavilion cell for generations. Although Haechi is young, he has seen all kinds of prisoners. It is not unusual for him to commit suicide.
"Sir, do you want to continue the interrogation?"
Haezhi had a small face and spoke seriously.
Ye Fan couldn't help but pinch his little face that was still full of baby fat.
"Xie Zhi, why don't you give me a smile for your brother? What are you doing with a straight face all day long?"
Haezhi looked at Ye Fan expressionlessly, and because Ye Fan pinched his face, his words were a little slurred.
"Master Ye Fan, please! Be careful!"
Ye Fan looked at him and laughed.
Di Jiang looked at Ye Fan helplessly. At this time, this guy was the only one who could still care about joking.
"Okay, Ye Fan, let go quickly, you've pinched the Haechi so much that it hurts!"
Di Jiang quickly separated the two.
Haezhi's little face turned a little red from being pinched by Ye Fan.
Despite this, he still tried hard to keep a straight face and put on a serious expression.
Then, he secretly glanced at Di Jiang and Ye Fan, and after realizing that they were not paying attention to him, he secretly rubbed his red cheeks.
"Haizhi, don't pay attention to Ye Fan, he is always like this."
Looking at Ye Fan who was laughing, Di Jiang said helplessly.
Haechi nodded obediently.
"Let Uncle Feng out, that old man."
Haezhi ignored Ye Fan's laughter and took out the small cage containing Feng Bo from his sleeve.
Feng Bo was more energetic than Wuzhi Qi. As soon as he was taken out, he cursed at several people.