章 368: Torturing

Heng Yi's attitude toward the outside world was completely different from what he showed Han Qiao and the children. In front of his family, he was a husband and a father, and he had all the kindness he should have.

Outside, his entire body was cold and hard, indestructible.

The old man drank the porridge soup in disgust.

His hands and clothes were stained with blood. The person on the shelf was only a skeleton, but his heart was still beating.

The others were already scared witless.

He could not die, nor could he live.

They were all racking their brains to think of any information they could give. They did not wish to live but to not be tortured in such a state. They even wished to die.

"I, I remember! I remember!" A man howled.

"We have spies in Chenzhou City. We don't even know if Marquis of Wanning will come to the village to rest."