After a while, he heard the sound of howling ghosts and wolves and begging for mercy. He probably guessed where he was now.

It should be a prison cell.

After walking a while, the group finally stopped.

The black cloth covering the young man's head was torn off, and the young man was finally able to see the light again.

The light in the dungeon was very weak, but it was enough for him to see the surrounding environment.

No surprise is an interrogation room.

But what surprised him was the people in the interrogation room.

The middle-aged man in an official robe gave the yamen runners beside him a look.

The yamen runner stepped forward and removed the rag stuffed in the young man's mouth.

"Phhh!"

The young man spat twice before looking up at the middle-aged man: "Mr. Cao, what do you mean?"

Those who are in Kyoto, even if they are not in the same circle, he will not even know Cao Zhong, the minister of Dali Temple.

Cao Zhong smiled: "I want to ask Mr. Xiang about some things, so I ask Mr. Qin to invite Mr. Xiang to visit my Dali Temple."

His words were very polite, but the yamen runners in the interrogation room were not at all polite.

Xiang Qi was tied to the shelf behind him by two yamen runners.

His face changed, he looked at the middle-aged man and said angrily: "Cao Zhong, you dare!"

His sister is the Princess of Qi, and Cao Zhong, a third-rank official, dares to treat him like this?

Cao Zhong's smile was calm and he looked at him and said, "Young Master Xiang was joking, and I am just a routine!"

Not to mention that he was just a white person, even the King of Qi would leave two thin faces when he saw him. Cao Zhong was especially afraid that he would be a guy who pretended to be a tiger.

After Xiang Qi was tied up, Cao Zhong glanced at his deputy beside him.

The person following him immediately walked to a row of torture instruments and selected a long and thick silver needle from the pile of torture instruments.

Looking at the deputy who was getting closer, Xiang Qi's face turned pale.

Cao Zhong stood aside and spoke coldly: "I just want to ask some questions. Mr. Xiang should cooperate better. The most common method in Dali Temple is to torture people and not be discovered."

The cases accepted by Dali Temple are mostly related to relatives of the high-ranking officials and nobles, and the methods of interrogation are naturally not comparable to those of the simple and crude interrogation methods of the Ministry of Justice.

Some of them are methods that will torture people and not be tested for injuries.

"What do you want to know? I say, I say!"

Faced with the approaching Yin Needle, Xiang Qi finally couldn't become arrogant.

Cao Zhong waved his hand, and his deputy took the silver needle and retreated behind him.

Xiang Qi swallowed and looked at him nervously.

"I heard that you often linger in the gambling house?"

Xiang Qi nodded nervously: "Yes...is that's the case!"

It’s not a secret that he lingers in the gambling house. Didn’t Qin Chi just catch him from the entrance of the gambling house today?

Cao Zhong narrowed his eyes, and his tone turned cold the next second: "As far as I know, you lost nine out of ten bets in the gambling house. I am curious where you got so much money to smash it into the gambling house."

Xiang Qi's eyes flashed when asked, and he stammered: "Ask, ask what my sister wants!"

His sister is the prince's concubine, and she can't afford to lose money.

Qin Chi watched from the side without saying anything. Cao Zhong looked at him coldly and said, "It seems that Mr. Xiang doesn't plan to cooperate anymore!"

The deputy standing behind him stepped forward again with the silver needle after he finished speaking.
Chapter completed!