Chapter 1680: Chapter 972: The Second Human Skin Map
Aside from revenge, inflicting torture before interrogation is also an effective method, greatly reducing the likelihood of the interrogated lying. In this regard, Yang Xiao is a true expert, an artist.
Over the years, those who could withstand the Great Memory Recovery Technique at his hands are few and far between. The only one he can recall is Bo Yetong from the Gu Sect. This guy is indeed bad, but he’s truly a tough nut to crack.
Of course, in the end, Yang Xiao didn’t spare him either, hastening his maturation and throwing him into the Alchemy Furnace to refine him into a top-grade elixir pill, which is now with Dean Sheng.
It’s undeniable that the Angel Envoys in the Myanmar-Taiwan Three Non-Governmental Zone are much more ruthless and brutal compared to domestic ones, likely a product of their harsh living conditions. After all, people there hardly count as humans, lives are as cheap as grass, and if one doesn’t refine others into elixirs, they’ll be refined themselves.
Though I have a good relationship with the Esoteric Sect, and the Master Cannibal Buddha treats me well, this is entirely based on my saving Sutana previously. The Esoteric Sect, Dharma Sect, or other forces of the Yin Temple—these folks absolutely do not deserve the word "good." Domestically, they would be considered complete cults, and the most insane, those that everyone deems exterminable.
Without Sutana’s connection, let alone sending them back to their country, their only outcome is being refined into elixirs.
Yang Xiao considers himself a good person, always acting with justice, and he’s reputed in both black and white circles. Even if refined, the likelihood of becoming an elixir is slim; a Shariputra is a much greater possibility.
After all, even the Black Buddha Mother recognizes Yang Xiao’s deep Buddhist affinity and wants to invite him to jointly cultivate Supreme Compassion.
After Yang Xiao employed various methods to harshly "enlighten" the Funeral Guanyin, the latter was already on her last legs, and Yang Xiao finally stopped, ordering the Mirror Ghost to open the tightly sewn mouth of the Funeral Guanyin.
"You... you might as well kill me..." Funeral Guanyin was now barely able to breathe, almost unable to lift her head, pleading for death.
She confirmed the guy before her isn’t an Evil Cultivator; he’s simply a psychopath. The interrogation isn’t the goal; he purely enjoys torturing people.
After some friendly negotiation, Funeral Guanyin quickly divulged the information Yang Xiao wanted to know.
First is the Blood Flesh Immortal, also a protector of the Withered Bone Pavilion, ranking slightly lower than Funeral Guanyin at seventh, but he is just as formidable in actual combat.
"How did he end up here?" This was what piqued Yang Xiao’s interest.
"I... I invited him here. A while ago, my base in Canglan Province was raided by the Patrol Defense Office. I suspected an internal traitor and thought... thought to invite him to find a solution, never expected..." Funeral Guanyin trailed off, her lowered gaze fixed on the disfigured Bone Burning Taoist in the box before her. The current situation was clear; she was betrayed by the Bone Burning Taoist.
Funeral Guanyin knew the Bone Burning Taoist was dead, but the news the Withered Bone Pavilion received was that he died in battle, which was evidently not the case.
This was a deliberate false message released by the Patrol Defense Office; the Bone Burning Taoist was captured and, under severe interrogation, revealed her hiding place.
Having witnessed Yang Xiao’s methods, Funeral Guanyin didn’t blame the Bone Burning Taoist for betraying her, realizing the guy before her is a deranged individual, one that not even an iron man could withstand, and surrendering early might afford some relief.
"When did the Blood Flesh Immortal arrive?" Yang Xiao asked again.
"Last night... last night." Funeral Guanyin replied weakly.
Yang Xiao sneered coldly, thinking this guy is truly unlucky, coming at just the wrong time. Seems like relentless misdeeds have led to this calamity, and they met their match with this Evil Cultivator nemesis.
"You’re the one who killed those people and turned them into puppets, right? That’s not something that can be done quickly; you knew our plan in advance. Why? Did someone tip you off?" Yang Xiao approached, interrogating further, as he utterly despises traitors, and such acts must not be tolerated.
"Below the hill... in Mopan Town, there’s a small faction, nominally a civilian association, but it’s secretly controlled by the Nanzhe Province Public Office. Inside... inside we have informants." Funeral Guanyin, taking the opportunity to avoid further agony, supplied all the information.
"Nonsense! How could a small association know about such high-level operations? Seems like you won’t cry till you see the coffin!" Yang Xiao was infuriated, preparing to employ another round of the Great Memory Recovery Technique on Funeral Guanyin as a reminder.
But as soon as he took out the Ghost Bamboo Stick, Funeral Guanyin nearly passed out from fear, her voice changing in an instant, "Don’t... don’t do it, I’m not lying to you, I swear, I’m really not lying! It’s true, the intelligence came from them!"
"The association’s rank may not be high, but there’s a woman among them who is the girlfriend of one of your Nanzhe Province Office’s squad leaders. She passed the message this afternoon, saying her boyfriend suddenly went to Mopan Town without prior notice, which is highly suspicious."
"We then judged that it was the Provincial Bureau Law Enforcement Team deploying, and since this area is so isolated, it’s likely they came targeting us." Funeral Guanyin hurriedly disclosed, for fear the Ghost Bamboo Stick would be applied to her.
"The woman’s identity, name?" Yang Xiao threatened, brandishing the Ghost Bamboo Stick.
"Song Yan, she... she’s the receptionist of the Horror Story Association." Funeral Guanyin supplemented, giving detailed information.
