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After spending the night on Big Black Mountain, the three of them got up early the next day and returned to Tongxian City accompanied by mountain dew and the morning sun.
After resting briefly, Mo Hua went straight to the Taoist Court to find Zhang Lan and asked,
“Are you going to interrogate Bald Tuo? Take me with you.”
Zhang Lan was somewhat embarrassed, “The interrogation of the Taoist Court cannot be heard by outsiders…”
“I had a hand in catching Bald Tuo; how can I be an outsider?”
“That’s true in principle, but rules are rules,” Zhang Lan declined tactfully.
“Fine, I’ll ask the Court Leader.”
As Mo Hua said this, he began to walk out. Zhang Lan quickly grabbed him and said, “Why are you looking for the Court Leader?”
“If you can’t make the decision, naturally the Court Leader should.”
“The Court Leader won’t agree.”
Mo Hua gave a sly smile, “How do you know the Court Leader won’t agree?”
Zhang Lan thought for a moment and realized that the Court Leader might indeed not refuse.
After all, Bald Tuo was captured with Mo Hua’s help, and now that it was time for the interrogation, Mo Hua wanting to listen in seemed reasonable.
Plus, Mo Hua had a wide network and many sources of information, some things he might even know better than Zhang Lan, the Supervisor.
Having him help with the interrogation might really yield some results.
The old Court Leader already admired Mo Hua, and besides, Mo Hua was a first-class Formation Master; such prestige would certainly be given the due respect.
Zhang Lan’s expression was complicated. He sighed, “There will be some blood during the interrogation…”
Halfway through his sentence, Zhang Lan suddenly realized that Mo Hua was still a Monster Hunter who was accustomed to seeing cultivators and monster beasts fight to the death and bloodshed. He had likely seen plenty of such scenes.
With that in mind, Zhang Lan gave up and said, “Come with me.”
Mo Hua smiled, “Thank you, Uncle Zhang.”
The torture room of the Taoist Prison was located in a dark corner to the west.
Mo Hua followed Zhang Lan into the torture room and immediately smelled blood and rot. The room was dimly lit, with torture instruments hanging on the walls, dark blood stains on the floor, and a furnace burning branding irons.
The smell of blood was oppressive and stifling.
No wonder Zhang Lan didn’t want him to come here.
Zhang Lan instructed him, “Just listen from the side. If you feel uncomfortable, go out and get some fresh air. This isn’t a nice place; if you can avoid it, you should.”
“Thank you, Uncle Zhang!”
Mo Hua thanked him again.
Zhang Lan smiled faintly and patted Mo Hua’s shoulder. He then ordered the guards to bring in Bald Tuo.
Mo Hua found a relatively clean stool to sit on. Soon, he heard the clanking of chains and looked up to see several Enforcement Leaders bringing in Bald Tuo, his bones pierced with iron chains.
Bald Tuo was covered in wounds, his figure bedraggled, it seemed he hadn’t had an easy time in the Taoist Prison.
The guards tied Bald Tuo to the rack.
Zhang Lan put on a cold face and said,
“Bald Tuo, I’m going to ask you a few questions. If you tell the truth, you can suffer less.”
Bald Tuo kept his eyes closed, showing neither agreement nor dissent.
Zhang Lan asked several questions, but Bald Tuo remained silent, even under torture he didn’t utter a sound.
He appeared to be a pig not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.
Bald Tuo knew he was undoubtedly going to die this time, and he saw the Taoist Court’s cultivators as nothing but lapdogs. Having been caught by the Taoist Court once again, he couldn’t be bothered to say anything.
For a man at death’s door, at this moment, all he could do was wait for death.
After asking several times and applying torture a few times, Zhang Lan eventually shook his head in helplessness.
Then, he noticed Mo Hua making eye signals to him.
Zhang Lan thought for a moment and nodded.
Mo Hua sauntered forward and asked with a smile, “Big Baldie, do you know about the Water Prison Technique?”
Bald Tuo heard a crisp voice by his ear, and when he looked up, he saw a young cultivator with a beaming smile looking back at him.
What was a little kid doing in the Taoist Court’s torture chamber?
And this figure and aura seemed familiar, perhaps the Little Demon Hunter who had rescued Ji Qingbai the other day.
Bald Tuo felt puzzled, and he asked, “What Water Prison Technique?”
Mo Hua gave a faint smile, raised his little hand, and spiritual power chains condensed, locking onto Bald Tuo.
This spell…
Bald Tuo’s heart thundered, his eyes widening with shock.
“It’s you!”