Chapter 136: Prying Open the Toughest Mouth

Qi Yanzhou noticed that Ye Chutang’s expression had softened considerably, so he instructed his subordinates to bring over the person from “Night Shaman.”

While waiting, he briefly mentioned the clues regarding Cha Zhen.

“Yesterday, there were two groups of people who besieged Miss Ye: one group was ‘Night Shaman,’ and the other was the death warriors.”

“Night Shaman” was controlled by the organization and dared not speak, while the death warriors were loyal and would not open their mouths.

But for Ye Chutang, as long as they were human, she could make them speak.

Thus, she came up with an even bolder idea.

“Your Highness, bring more people to watch.”

As she said this, the “Night Shaman” person had just been brought over, and the interrogation began.

When they saw that it was Ye Chutang conducting the interrogation, the man’s eyes were filled with hatred.

Ye Chutang noticed, glanced at the bloodied man, and smiled coldly. “Don’t worry, soon you’ll be begging for mercy.”

“Bah! Dream on!”

He had withstood the tortures of the Dali Temple’s methods. How could he fear a little girl?

Ye Chutang didn’t argue with him. After other officials arrived to watch, she stepped into the interrogation room.

“Please, officers, bind his limbs to the interrogation table. No need to clean the instruments.”

The officer glanced at Qi Yanzhou.

Qi Yanzhou stood with his right hand behind his back, a stern expression on his face. “Miss Ye’s word is law, do as she says.”

“Understood.”

The “Night Shaman” person was quickly tied to the interrogation table.

The table wasn’t long enough, so his lower legs were tied to the table legs.

Ye Chutang took out a sharp surgical knife, the cold gleam reflecting in the man’s eyes.

He sneered dismissively. “Do you think you can scare me with that?”

“I don’t know if I can scare you, but I’m sure I can frighten you to death.”

After speaking, Ye Chutang turned to the officer. “Lift his head up. It’ll be more fun if he watches.”

The officer tied a rope around the man’s neck, the other end secured to a hook on the wall where the instruments were hung.

Once preparations were complete, Ye Chutang raised the knife.

With a flash of cold light, the man’s bloodstained clothes were sliced open, revealing his scarred torso.

Qi Yanzhou: “…”

He fought the urge to cover the man up and continued to watch.

The man was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“I prefer to dominate, come on and let me enjoy myself!”

Even if she was the most beautiful woman in the capital, or the ugliest, he wouldn’t lose out.

When the filthy words reached Ye Chutang’s ears, she curled her lips into a seductive smile.

“Your Highness, does the coroner in the Dali Temple do this?”

Qi Yanzhou didn’t understand why Ye Chutang asked about the coroner, but he answered truthfully.

“Yes, should we call him over?”

“Call him. After all, learning has no limits.”

Qi Yanzhou was becoming more confused as he listened, his sword-like brows furrowing. “Go bring the coroner.”

Soon, a disheveled coroner arrived at the prison.

He had just gotten out of bed, his face full of displeasure, but he didn’t dare act out in front of Qi Yanzhou.

However, his tone was full of sarcasm. “I wonder what Miss Ye wants me to learn?”

Not to brag, but in the profession of coroner, no one was more skilled than him.

Ye Chutang wasn’t angered. She replied, “Please take a look, old sir.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the surgical knife in her hand came down.

The man bound to the interrogation table had a deep, long cut opened on his stomach.

Everyone was stunned by the sight.

Even the man being “dissected” was so shocked he forgot the pain.

The coroner was the first to recover.

His eyes shone, and he hurried to Ye Chutang’s side, asking eagerly, “How did you manage to reduce the blood loss so much?”

This was a live human!

Ye Chutang looked into the man’s terrified eyes and casually said something that would make anyone’s liver and gallbladder freeze.

“As long as my medical skills are good enough, even if I cut out his liver and kidneys, he’d still survive.” The coroner couldn’t believe it. “Impossible!”

Medical conditions in ancient times were terrible, and infections could easily lead to death. The survival rate for organ removal was definitely low.

But that didn’t stop Ye Chutang from scaring the “Night Shaman” person.

“Then let’s try it.”

After speaking, she pushed aside the cut-open stomach and took the man’s four lowest ribs, tossing them onto his chest.

She looked at the man, who was about to faint from fear, and comforted him.

“Don’t worry, taking ribs won’t kill you, and neither will removing a kidney.”

“Ah!”

The terror that had been building up for a long time erupted in a scream, sounding horrific.

Ye Chutang deliberately made her hand shake, severing a blood vessel.

“Ah, don’t scream, you’re making me shake.”

The man looked at the blood spurting out and rolled his eyes, passing out.

Ye Chutang took out a silver needle and pricked his pressure points.

As the man woke up from the pain, the mocking words entered his ears.

“Do you like this kind of forceful domination? How does it feel?”

He wanted to refute but didn’t dare, afraid that Ye Chutang might get even more ruthless.

“Just kill me!”

Ye Chutang smiled seductively, but her words made the man feel like he had fallen into hell.

“Death is boring. I like to torture people.”

With that, she punched the man in the mouth, knocking out his teeth to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide.

She then sealed his major acupuncture points with silver needles, suppressing his internal energy.

Now, it was her moment to perform.

She began explaining the human anatomy and the key points of dissection to the coroner, demonstrating by removing the man’s kidney.

Without any anesthetics, the man struggled violently, his back severely injured by the torture instruments.

When Ye Chutang held up the reddish-brown kidney in front of the man, he was so scared that he died on the spot.

“Such a coward. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to ask who hired him.”

Outside the interrogation room, the prisoners who were watching were horrified, their faces pale and shaking.

Even Zhao Qingshu’s death warriors had terror in their eyes.

How could there be such a terrifying woman in this world?

Ye Chutang turned around, leisurely wiping the blood off her hands, and asked, “Who’s next?”

Afterward, she feigned annoyance and tapped her head. “Look at my memory, I forgot to tell this person that I’m highly skilled in medicine and can detoxify him.”

First, she used intimidation, then gave hope. It was the quickest way to destabilize people’s hearts.

Ye Chutang looked at the coroner, who was studying the human body, and asked, “Do you still want to learn?”

The coroner nodded repeatedly. “Yes.”

He knelt down with a thud, wanting to be taken as a disciple.

“I don’t take apprentices. I just enjoy the feeling of opening people up.”

After speaking, Ye Chutang pointed at him casually.

“Next, it’s you.”

The man selected turned pale with fear and shook his head frantically.

“No, please!”

He struggled violently, trying to escape, but Qi Yanzhou kicked his leg out, breaking it.

The officials of the Dali Temple threw the man who had died on the interrogation table onto the ground and grabbed the person chosen by Ye Chutang.

“As long as you can detoxify me, I’ll tell you everything!”

Being disemboweled and having organs removed was worse than death. He didn’t want to experience it.

Ye Chutang walked up to the “Night Shaman” person, who had softened, and pressed the bloody surgical needle to his chest.

“I can detoxify you, but first, you have to tell me your value.”

Then she turned toward the prisoners outside the interrogation room and added another line.

“I’ll only detoxify one person. The rest will have their hearts gouged out and livers removed. Who will be the lucky one?”

After giving hope, she created a sense of crisis, quickly gaining the most information.