Regard death as homecoming.

This truly looked like someone who no longer wished to live.

Zhao Wuji's smile faded away, and he sighed lightly, "Why torment yourself? Whether you speak now or later... you'll confess either way."

He Xiaohua then fell silent.

All that needed to be said had been said; every word henceforth was superfluous.

Besides, she was too weak to speak.

As technology rapidly advanced, reducing the workload of people, it also had the capacity to enhance their suffering.

Whenever needed.

He Xiaohua was fed a type of softening liquid; her body had become floppy, like cotton stripped of its seeds. She couldn't even bite her own tongue to commit suicide now.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand, "Proceed with the torture."

Thus, professionals in white coats began adhering small silver patches, one by one, to He Xiaohua's head and body.

These were Pain Transmission Devices, which could transmit preset levels of pain in real time to various parts of your body.

Those who often endured torture would know that the ancient methods mostly involved chopping off an arm, breaking a hand, or cruelly pulling out your fingernails and driving long needles under your toenails...

So easy!

Nowadays, it was different. The Pain Transmission Device delivered agony deep into your body, into the depths of your soul.

Hence, it was also called "Soul Mates."

It would make your soul shiver alongside that unbearable pain.

From the inside out, thoroughly crushing you.

"Preparations complete, we can proceed with the torture," said a white coat after finishing the setup, looking to Zhao Wuji for a report.

As the Sect Leader of the Ba Dao Sect and a Grandmaster, Zhao Wuji naturally wouldn't personally torture someone.

It would harm his reputation.

He looked at Guo Nu, who stood by his side, and said, "Director Guo, this is the Security Bureau's specialty... I won't overstep."

"Thank you, Master Zhao," Guo Nu said with a grateful face.

He knew Zhao Wuji was helping him "gain" credit.

He Xiaohua was an important figure in the Tang Family's rebel party. If he could pry open her mouth, obtaining a list of fellow conspirators or their subversion plans, he would shine in front of the Royal Family and Lord Military Minister.

After all, his previous undertakings were...

Quite unsuccessful.

"Director Guo, you're too kind. We leave the professional work to the professionals. Isn't that the way it should be?"

"Master Zhao's benevolence is deeply etched in my heart. I will surely repay it in the future," Guo Nu said, clasping his fist.

To Zhao Wuji, hearing "I will surely repay it in the future" from the mouth of a Security Bureau agent was like listening to a "we will take great care of you later" from a snarling black dog of the Monitoring Bureau...

Who would want their care?

However, he didn't let his emotions show on his face.

Though Cultivators may not fear these official figures, they prefer not to provoke them without good reason.

It's easier to meet King Yan than to deal with his pesky underlings.

And Guo Nu, this Director of the Security Bureau, could definitely be considered as "Little Yama."

Just ask around...

Are people more afraid of King Yama or Director Guo?

Guo Nu approached He Xiaohua, his face and hair still stained with unwashed blood.

That was the blood of the elite tactical unit of the Security Bureau, who had formed a human wall with their flesh and blood to protect Guo Nu.

He nearly met his end at the hands of He Xiaohua.

Guo Nu had narrowly survived.

And because he survived, he had the opportunity for vengeance.

With a fierce expression, he stared at He Xiaohua, who had her eyes closed and remained silent, and said coldly, "Let's start this warrior off with a ten-level pain... warm her up."

The white coats hesitated.

The concept of a pain index originally stemmed from childbirth. People used to grade each stage of childbirth by the intensity of pain experienced.

Hence, at the beginning, the pain index was also known as the "childbirth index."

Of course, it had been modified and enhanced since then.

Level-ten pain was equivalent to the stage of cervical tearing, akin to having one's fingertips sliced off directly.

Could a dying old hag withstand this?

Wouldn't she just be killed in one go?

"What's the matter? Gone deaf?" Guo Nu shouted at the white coat, who looked troubled.

"Director, if we use a ten-level pain... I'm afraid it might kill her right away..." one technician explained in a low voice.

"Then let it kill her... is she your mother? Why do you care so much about her? Whatever I say goes, carry out the order immediately..."

Of course, Guo Nu had no intentions of actually killing He Xiaohua.

They had finally caught a big fish; they couldn't just so easily let her die.

She had to be used up completely.

However, he knew He Xiaohua was a Cultivator.

The constitution of Cultivators is different from ordinary people. Even with severe wounds, they still can't be equated with typical humans.

That was why he dared to start with level-ten pain.

"Yes, yes..."

The white coats agreed and immediately activated the level-ten button on the device panel.

An electric current passed through, and He Xiaohua's body began to contort and twist in response.

This was a normal bodily reaction, impossible to resist even with the staunchest willpower.

One jolt after another.

One knife after another stabbing, as if her fingertips were being severed one by one.

"Will you talk?" Guo Nu asked out loud.

He Xiaohua's forehead was covered with sweat, even her hair was wet, but until now, she hadn't made a sound, nor had she even opened her eyes.

"Stubborn." Guo Nu cursed inwardly, then said aloud, "Let's see whether your bones are tougher or my machine is more ruthless..."

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