Master of Strange Dao

After following the instructions, he connected something from where he had heard before, and immediately felt relieved, his spirits greatly lifted.

Yu Ziqing shook his head, fortunately he only managed to get the Jade Tablet.

Otherwise, if the Mountain Lord got used to having the internet, and then cut him off, it wouldn't just be calling him to repair the internet...

For those who have never been exposed to these things, once they become addicted, Yu Ziqing knows very well how severe the addiction can be.

He must support Emperor Kuihou later, though Yu Ziqing didn't exert much effort for the development of the Jade Tablet, it was Emperor Kuihou who truly devoted his mind and body, treating it as his lifelong career.

Seeing that the Mountain Lord was silent, Yu Ziqing continued forward and arrived at the dungeon in Jiachen City.

Here, the Prison Chief and the interrogator are all prominent figures among the Dadui practitioners.

Having survived the Dadui Faceless Man era and lived to the present day, they also underwent training from the Riddler, later when Song came, brought along some interrogation tutorials.

And Jiachen City, being the Beheading City of East Dui, is unrivaled in resources for practice.

Whether it's interrogation skills or punishment, they are meticulously controlled.

The evil dao captured previously, all are dumped here, and Yu Ziqing didn't bother with them.

Today's visit is merely to see the results.

With the identity Yi Sijiu prepared by Jia Shisi, he smoothly enters the Jiachen City dungeon, where a smiling, seemingly honest-looking prison guard awaits inside the dungeon entrance.

"Subordinate Li Cang, greets Lord Yi Sijiu."

"Aren't you a Riddler?"

"Subordinate used to be, however, now I have my own name and have transitioned to guarding here."

Yu Ziqing nodded, the Riddlers were revised from the original Faceless Men, and the numbering system mostly inherited.

However, those with numbers now are outsourced Riddlers, apart from the numbers, they have their own names or a bunch of impeccable fake identities and names.

And those who can truly use names without numbers, are basically not outsourced, and possess special skills in certain areas.

Entering the dungeon, it's divided into sections, each cage is enclosed, Li Cang carries a box and approaches.

"My lord, this is the treasure, please take it carefully."

Yu Ziqing opens it for a glance, inside the red cloth is heavily stained with blood.

Watching Yu Ziqing calmly take the red cloth away, Li Cang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Honestly, even though the red cloth is particularly good for interrogation, he feels extremely pressured.

He always feels the red cloth is particularly interested in his head.

Once or twice he could reassure himself it was an illusion, but when it's every single time, it's impossible to deceive himself any longer.

He didn't use the red cloth often, but understood why those fearless evil dao eventually gave in.

Not only because they were kept from communicating with each other, they also "released" one accidentally letting a small part of them know someone was let go.

Making these evil dao start suspecting each other, arguing, exposing contradictions.

The red cloth was the crucial straw that broke some evil dao cultivators.

Nobody knows where this red cloth came from, it's strangely sinister, during killings, no matter what weird life-saving methods those evil dao have, or false-death methods, they're all useless.

This red cloth has no other special powers but two.

One is guaranteeing the twisting off of the evil dao cultivator's head, ensuring a clean death.

The second is its strangest part, obviously able to kill in one breath.

Though every moment it lets the evil dao cultivator experience the most painful death process.

But the red cloth forces this death process to last a full incense stick, even longer.

The first evil dao to confess couldn't endure after half-incense burning.

The evil dao cultivator said every moment felt like dying miserably, subjected to the most horrific torture, witnessing himself dying in the most miserable way.

Clearly only half-incense time passed, yet it felt as if he had died thousands of times, and the intense impact numbed him to the passage beyond half-incense.

The endless dying process, painful torture seemed to last for years, never seeing an end.

His will collapsed, begged for swift death, for relief, quickly confessed everything he knew.

Then Li Cang, truly trustworthy, executed him personally in front of other evil dao cultivators.

The evil dao cultivator died with fear and despair in his eyes, yet with a relieved expression, slowly breaking other evil dao cultivators' psychological defenses.

Until later, those coveting the so-called three slots showed up.

The evil dao cultivator with the second slot began speaking.

Then, the third one with the second slot appeared.

Hmm, and the fourth one with the second slot...

The so-called three slots seemed to never run out, isolating communication among evil dao, as suspicion mounted and numbers grew, the result became inevitable.

Li Cang spoke slowly, clearly narrating his interrogation process and the results obtained.

Even with detailed records, he recounted the compiled information once more.