Fang Xing walked out of the door of the torture room, he sniffed and said, "An Lun, why?"

The people from the Jinyiwei had begun to replace the soldiers, and some of them used their hands and feet to climb to the roof as skillfully as a monkey.

Inside, Chen Yang walked over and pointed inside, then looked at the side with inquiring eyes.

Fang Xing did not have Zhu Zhanji's authorization, but Chen Yang was still asking him for advice, which was a risk.

"An Lun, why?"

Fang Xing just asked again.

An Lun's voice came from inside: "Thank you, Xing and Bo, for coming here in person. Our family... our family has a deep blood hatred with Yan Dajian."

Fang Xing suddenly realized that the reason why An Lun didn't want to enter the palace was because he was worried that he would not be able to take revenge.

It is difficult to come out by the emperor. Even if it comes out, Dongchang is not in his hands, so he cannot attack important officials like Yan Dajian.

All doubts were resolved, and Chen Yang shouted, "What kind of grudge?"

"Ho ho ho..."

An Lun suddenly laughed, his voice sharply, as if he was a night owl.

Fang Xing heard someone making a whimpering sound inside, and that must be Yan Dajian.

He is not dead yet!

Fang Xing felt relieved and said, "What blood hatred do you say? As long as you are in charge, Your Majesty will naturally make the decision for you."

"Thank you Xing and Bo."

An Lun stopped the creepy laughter and said, "Our family will put the knife on Yan Dajian's neck now. If someone rushes in, he will die first!"

Chen Yang said in a deep voice: "But you can't escape!"

"Our family didn't think about running today!"

An Lun's voice was cold.

"Help!"

Suddenly, Yan Dajian's cry for help came from inside, followed by a scream.

Fang Xing had never heard such a scream.

He felt his scalp numb and he had goose bumps.

"ah!"

Screams continued.

Chen Yang's eyes woke up, and there was a fierce look in his eyes.

He was about to break in.

Fang Xing shook his head and whispered: "I'll go in!"

Chen Yang knew that Fang Xing was saving An Lun at the end, so he nodded, then turned around and kicked.

Bang!

Chen Yang's legs were not bad, but he didn't kick the door open.

As he staggered back, An Lun's scream came from inside.

"Dog bastard, your son abused and killed my sister back then!"

Xin Laoqi was about to take action, but Fang Xing waved his hand when he heard this, and then slowly walked to the door.

"Who are you? I don't know you!"

An Lun probably stopped, and two gasps came from inside.

"Yan Dajian, do you still remember the An family back then? You bastard, when my mother and sister entered your house, I entered the palace..."

Fang Xing lowered his eyes slightly, probably knowing some directions.

"Your family was not qualified to be slaves at that time, but you, a hypocritical dog bastard, have slaves everywhere in the Yan family."

Acquisition of slavery has always been a big problem, and the Ming Dynasty has strict restrictions on this.

But the decisions above are often regarded as waste paper below.

"But my sister..."

There was no light in the torture room, and Yan Dajian was tied to a wooden pillar, in a large shape and naked body.

An Lun held a short knife in his left hand and an awl in his right hand. His facial features were squeezed together, and his voice was shrill.

"Yan Chunhui wanted to use force on my sister, but my mother stopped me. The beast actually killed my mother, and then..."

An Lun cried to the sky: "Our family finally made its mark, but I got bad news when I sent someone to do it. My mother, my sister...my last relative...you bastard!"

Yan Dajian finally knew the origin of this disaster. He said panic: "I don't know, I don't know, it must be done by the servants. If you release me, I will find that man... I will cut into pieces, cut into pieces."

An Lun lowered her head and tears slid down her cheeks.

He choked and said, "Mom, sister..."

His voice was admirable, and Yan Dajian was shocked and struggled hard.

An Lun's face gradually became more and more smiling, very warm.

"Mom, sister, Yan Dajian's family can't survive, I'll come later!"

He found a few iron rods from the torture instrument, and when he turned around, the smile on his face became a little weird.

Only then did Yan Dajian remember An Lun's reputation for making the tortured mad. He trembled all over and shouted, "Goodbye An, please spare me..."

An Lun walked over slowly, and he chuckled and said, "This is an iron chisel, and it doesn't seem to be slapping, but do you know that our family sent someone to take these four iron chisels to find a Taoist who can do the trick..."

Yan Dajian didn't know how An Lun was going to do it, but a chill came from his spine and instantly spread all over his body.

He roared, "You are witchcraft! Your Majesty will destroy your three tribes!"

An Lun smiled and said, "My mother knelt down and begged them to take in my sister, but those so-called relatives refused to reach out. Since then, I have lost my relatives."

Yan Dajian hoped that someone would break into the door, but now there was no sound outside, obviously waiting.

They are waiting for the result of the 'interrogation'.

Yan Dajian only felt cold in his heart, he knew that he was finished.

Even if he is rescued, the emperor will ask someone to thoroughly investigate his past.

His past flashed like a lantern in his mind, and then his face turned pale.

I'm dead!

An Lun's voice lowered a little, with some insensation.

"That Taoist practices on the iron chisel, which can make your soul scattered, and your descendants become slaves and servants for generations... You have a granddaughter... I heard that you dote on her very much... She will live and give birth to countless children..."

"No!"

Yan Dajian subconsciously begged: "Please let her go, she is still a child!"

"Then isn't my sister a child?"

An Lun said coldly: "Yan Dajian, God is watching you!"

Bang!

The Jinyiwei on the roof was ordered to pierce a hole in the roof and prepare to observe the situation inside.

The skylight shone straight from the roof.

The light column flashed slightly, and countless dusts were flying inside, just like countless villains dancing and calling...

An Lun stared at the flying dust in the light column in a daze, and then the light column disappeared, and the hole was blocked by an eye on the roof.

He lowered his head slightly and sighed, "What are you thinking?"

Turbid tears slid from Yan Dajian's eyes, and he begged: "Let me go! Please."

"Yan Chunhui?"

Yan Dajian nodded and smiled and said, "I will bear all the sins."

An Lun sighed softly, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell.

"That's the culprit!"

He walked to Yan Dajian, held a slender iron rod in his right hand and squatted down slowly.

Yan Dajian said with a voice: "What are you going to do? You crazy man, what are you going to do?"

He felt death peeking at him.

He panicked.

An Lun slowly looked up, looked at Yan Dajian's eyes, and said, "For my mother."

His right hand waved hard.
To be continued...