12: Chapter 12 Salt Ants Devour Bones, Displaying Divine Power! The Torture Aesthetics of a Transmigrator

As soon as he entered the interrogation room, he saw eight people already firmly secured to the black iron racks by Zhao De and the other Jailers.

At the same time, the interrogation room next door was the same.

In an instant, Gu Han drooled.

"Walking remnants of fate!"

"They are all mine, I can't let them go."

"Otherwise, who knows when the next opportunity like this will come."

Seeing Gu Han frozen in place, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Captain Zhang couldn't help but be surprised.

"Kid Gu, are you scared by this array?"

"But looking at your expression, you seem very excited."

Hearing this, Gu Han collected himself and chuckled foolishly.

"I am indeed excited, and happy too."

"Seeing so many people being interrogated at once, I feel like the credit is already in my hands; I was just excited for a moment and couldn't suppress my enthusiasm."

Hearing this, Captain Zhang smiled mysteriously.

"Kid Gu, you are so confident?"

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance to earn some credit."

"I'll leave all of these to you to interrogate."

"As long as you get the information, I won't care about anything else, and I will record the merit for you."

Hearing Captain Zhang's "I won't care about anything else," Gu Han climbed up the ladder.

"Sir, it doesn't matter if I accidentally kill a few, right!"

Hearing this, Captain Zhang was a bit curious.

"It doesn't matter, these people are all rebels; it's fine if a few die."

Hearing this, Gu Han's eyes lit up.

He immediately stepped forward and instructed Zhao De.

"Uncle Zhao, please help me get some salt, chili peppers, ants, charcoal, and nails."

"I'll have a great use for them in a moment."

Hearing Gu Han's instructions, Captain Zhang was a bit curious.

"Kid Gu, what are you doing with these things?"

"Sir, you can just wait to receive the intelligence," Gu Han answered confidently.

Watching Gu Han's confident demeanor, Captain Zhang placed his hands behind his back and watched Gu Han with interest.

...

About a quarter of an hour passed.

Zhao De had obtained everything Gu Han mentioned.

"Today, I'll let you bunch of otherworldly bumpkins see the interrogation methods of Huaxia," Gu Han thought to himself.

At this time, the other cells had been using the whip for a long time.

However, there was absolutely no effect.

"Uncle Zhao, help me administer the punishment."

"Beat them all until their skin is torn and flesh is mangled."

"Just leave them with a few breaths of life."

Hearing Gu Han's order, a middle-aged man tied to the black iron rack suddenly stared viciously at Gu Han.

The prisoners behind him also glared fiercely at Gu Han; those eyes looked as if they wanted to swallow Gu Han alive.

Seeing the gazes of this group, Gu Han sneered coldly in his heart.

"Let you stare at me, you'll have your fun in a moment."

"If I don't let you be happy to the heavens, I wouldn't be worthy of my identity as a Transmigration practitioner."

"Little Beast..."

"Court lackey, scum."

The middle-aged man bared his teeth, revealing a mouthful of uneven, yellow-black teeth, and licked his dry, cracked lips.

"Back in the day, butchering a fledgling like you was easier than killing a chicken."

His shoulder and back muscles suddenly tightened, and the black iron chains rattled as he struggled.

Gu Han noticed that his exposed chest was covered with overlapping scars, both new and old.

The most striking was a long knife wound over his heart, which was still oozing blood, looking very terrifying.

Clearly, this group had resisted stubbornly when they were captured by the Zhenwu Guard.

"Little Beast, you think mere whipping can make us betray the Commander?"

"Dream on!"

"Brothers, don't let these lackeys be smug."

"Don't forget the Commander's kindness."

As the man's voice fell, the other prisoners in the interrogation room clamored one after another.

"Come on!"

"You pieces of trash!"

"If I frown even once, I am not a member of the righteous army."

...

Clearly, these people had already gone mad.

Seeing this, Gu Han nodded at Zhao De and the others.

Zhao De grinned hideously as he raised the whip, flicking his wrist to cause the tip of the whip to crack sharply in the air.

With a crisp "snap," the whip lashed fiercely against the knife wound on the middle-aged man's chest, instantly causing the skin and flesh to curl and blood to splatter.

The man was quite a tough guy, keeping his eyes tightly shut and letting the whip land on him.

The sound of the whip echoed in the interrogation room for a full quarter of an hour.

The eight prisoners were already battered and bloody, with fresh blood dripping down the black iron rack into eight winding streams.

The middle-aged man's chest no longer had any intact skin, yet he still stiffened his neck and sneered.

"Is that all you've got?"

"It's not even enough to scratch an itch for me..."

Gu Han raised his hand to stop Zhao De.

"Uncle Zhao, stop."

"Dissolve this salt and chili pepper into water."

Hearing this, the scarred man suddenly grinned.

"Little brat, is that all the tricks you have?"

Gu Han ignored the man's incessant chatter.

"Give these 'heroes' a bath on their wounds."

After Gu Han finished speaking, Zhao De and the others finally realized the purpose for which Gu Han had asked them to prepare these things.

Captain Zhang, who was behind Gu Han, was very satisfied.

Clearly, he was very much looking forward to Gu Han's unique interrogation methods.

As the water mixed with salt and crushed chili peppers was poured onto the prisoners' wounds, the interrogation room erupted in heartbreaking screams in an instant.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

...

In a short while, the youngest prisoner inside had already collapsed.

He was seen convulsing all over, teeth clenched, his throat emitting continuous screams.

The others, although enduring the severe pain, had bulging veins on their foreheads and cold sweat rolling down like rain, clearly also suffering unimaginable torture.

Only the scarred middle-aged man, despite his muscles twitching from the severe pain, still gritted his teeth tightly, and the corners of his mouth even twisted into a hideous smile.

"Little Beast..."

"Continue, if your grandfather begs for mercy, I'm your grandson."

Seeing this, Gu Han was not in a hurry to interrogate.

"I hope you can keep being stubborn."

He then turned to Zhao De and the others and continued to arrange.

"Uncle Zhao, the wounds of these heroes have been cleaned."

"Put those ants on the wounds and help these heroes have a good time."

As soon as Gu Han's voice fell, Zhao De and the others immediately stepped forward and uncovered the bamboo tubes.

In an instant, a dense swarm of red fire ants poured down like a flowing red tide, crawling all over the prisoners' bloody, mangled wounds.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the youngest prisoner fainted.

Seeing this, the other prisoners were still gritting their teeth and holding on.

Seeing that the youngest prisoner had fainted, Gu Han was very anxious in his heart.

"Don't die so quickly."

"I haven't even started yet."

"If you die, didn't I do all this for nothing!"

Thinking of this, Gu Han immediately stepped forward and reached out to check his breath.

At this time, the youngest prisoner was breathing out but not breathing in.

Seeing this, Gu Han pretended to wake him up, continuously throwing punches.

He pretended to be in a state of Life Qi while hitting him.

"Let you play dead."

"If you don't open your eyes, my fists won't be polite."

[Slaying the sinful person, plundering thirty-five remaining remnants of fate]

Watching the text float by before his eyes, Gu Han stopped his fists with satisfaction.

Afterwards, he extended his finger to check the breath again.

Immediately, he feigned a nervous and fearful expression.

"Sir, I accidentally killed that guy."

"Please forgive me, Sir."

Captain Zhang did not speak, but just waved his hand, signaling Gu Han to continue.

Having figured out Captain Zhang's attitude, Gu Han knew what to do.

He immediately walked up to a prisoner.

"If you speak now, I can help you remove the ants from your body and spare you the torture."

"Otherwise, the subsequent punishments will be much more painful than this."

Hearing Gu Han's guidance, the leader roared.

"Brothers, don't be small-minded."

"Today, I, Old Wu, will go to the Yellow Springs with everyone."

Following the man's voice, the prisoners who had just wavered suddenly revealed a fierce look, and a mouthful of bloody phlegm was spat onto Gu Han's face.

"Hahaha!"

"Little Beast!"

The scarred man laughed so hard that the wounds all over his body burst open.

"See that? This is the backbone of the righteous army!"

Gu Han wiped off the bloody phlegm slowly and methodically, while internally listing this prisoner as the second person to kill to plunder remnants of fate.

It was just that he couldn't do it openly right now.

Immediately, he asked Zhao De for an iron needle.

Gu Han took out an iron needle about twenty centimeters long and waved it a few times in front of the prisoner who spat blood at him.

"Tell me, what would happen if this iron needle pierced through ten fingers and ten toes?"

Zhao De and the others were also shocked by this operation of Gu Han's.

They saw Gu Han slowly insert the iron needle into the prisoner's right middle finger.

"Ah!"

"I'll talk!"

"I'll talk!"