However, upon entering the gate, a bloody and severe killing intent instantly rushed forward – the entire villa was patrolled by North Yan soldiers with knives, guarding it day and night like an iron barrel military camp.
Accompanying Fu Shen back to the capital this time were military doctor Du Leng and a team of personal guards led by Xiao Chun, ostensibly under the guise of “escorting a bride” but actually to guard this villa.
Fu Shen sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Yu Qiaoting into the back courtyard. Xiao Chun opened a hidden door, revealing a dark, damp corridor behind it.
Yu Qiaoting and Xiao Chun lifted Fu Shen’s wheelchair from left and right, walking down the long stone steps together. Oil lamps on the stone walls lit up one by one, gradually spreading light that extended to the deepest part of the corridor, illuminating a chilling scene.
There was a prison cell, with three stone walls and one iron railing. The cold, damp ground was covered with moldy straw, and a figure in only a white single garment was curled up in the corner, disheveled and covering his face, unable to open his eyes from the sudden light.
The wheelchair rolled across the floor, making a rumbling sound, accompanied by extremely light footsteps, getting closer and closer before stopping in front of the iron railing.
“How are you finding your stay here?”
Edited Content: ” The low, magnetic, and smiling male voice rang out in the dungeon, neither urgent nor gloomy, yet causing the prisoner in the corner to react as if stung by a poisonous needle, springing up like a live fish. He seemed terrified, his teeth chattering as he stammered: “…Is it you?” ”Yes, it is me,” Fu Shen sat upright and said gently, “Long time no see. It seems General Mu still remembers me.” ”—No, I should say ‘the late former Right Gold Armored Guard General, Mu Boxiu’.”
Chapter 28 Interrogation | Such is Heaven’s Will Mu Boxiu’s eyes showed extreme fear: “You, you…” Fu Shen chuckled softly: “You’re still alive and well, don’t believe me? Pinch your thigh and see if it hurts.” The more he meandered and avoided the main topic, the more guilty Mu Boxiu felt. He almost wished he were dead rather than suffer torture at Fu Shen’s hands. ”I feel like General Mu is quite afraid of me?” Fu Shen asked with interest. “More than death, hmm?” Indeed, Fu Shen was not the feared Flying Dragon Guard, just a handsome young man. Normally, people shouldn’t be trembling like this upon seeing him. Mu Boxiu gritted his teeth, trying to sound fierce: “The noble Jing Ning Marquis, privately imprisoning a court official, aren’t you afraid the Flying Dragon Guard will investigate you, Marquis Fu?” Fu Shen laughed heartily, applauding him: “Let me remind you, General Mu, don’t forget you’re already a ‘dead man’.”
Your body is lying in Shuntian Prefecture. Or do you think you can walk out of here alive?”
“As for the Flying Dragon Guard, their Chief Inspector is already my man. Investigate me? This Marquis would be delighted.”
Yu Qiaoting coughed, reminding him to stay focused and get to the point instead of showing off.
Mu Boxiu finally realized Fu Shen was toying with him, not in a hurry to eat but to play him half to death, and finally couldn’t help but ask: “What do you want?”
Fu Shen: “You’re a smart man. I’m sitting here in a wheelchair. Don’t you know what I want?”
Mu Boxiu stubbornly said: “I don’t know.”
Fu Shen’s smile suddenly turned cold: “Don’t push it. I’ll only ask you once, will you talk?”
Mu Boxiu still said: “I don’t know.”
Before he could finish, Fu Shen suddenly attacked. A breaking wind sound arose, and a sharp light flashed as a crossbow bolt “whooshed” into Mu Boxiu’s left shoulder.
Intense pain exploded from the pierced wound. Mu Boxiu, unprepared, let out a muffled groan.
Fu Shen held an exquisite arm crossbow, the second arrow pointing at his right shoulder: “Still don’t want to talk?”
Mu Boxiu broke out in cold sweat from the pain, weakly leaning against the wall corner, refusing to answer.
Fu Shen showed no mercy, firing another arrow without warning.
This arrow had more force, piercing directly through the shoulder and pinning Mu Boxiu firmly to the wall.
Fu Shen leisurely replaced the arrow, speaking calmly: “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk now. Before you’re turned into a sieve, you’ll have plenty of time to think here. If a dead person can’t speak, that’s one thing, but for a living person, I’m not afraid you won’t open your mouth.”
This time he aimed at Mu Boxiu’s right leg: “Rest assured, my archery is quite good. When I say I’ll shoot your right leg, I definitely won’t accidentally hit your left leg.”
“Three.”
The third arrow flew out, and Mu Boxiu let out an inhuman scream.
The blood flowing from his body had already soaked the ground. Unfortunately, the three iron-blooded generals before him were merciless, and facing this torture, no one called a stop. Their lofty gaze seemed to be observing an ant, causing Mu Boxiu to suddenly feel a chill more terrifying than death.
As Fu Shen was about to utter the word “four,” the prisoner in the iron cell finally gave up resistance, whispering weakly: “…I’ll talk.”
Fu Shen politely responded: “Please.”
“You guessed correctly,” Mu Boxiu said, “The Qingsha Pass ambush was carried out under our orders. The arrow that failed to hit you was also shot by my own hand.”
Fu Shen reached out, and Xiao Qun handed him a cracked wooden box. Fu Shen opened the box and showed it to Mu Boxiu, asking: “Is this the arrow?”
Mu Boxiu struggled to look up: “Correct.”
The crossbow arrow was entirely black, about six inches long, with a flat triangular steel arrowhead and deep grooves on both sides. The tail had a military arsenal seal with the character “軍”, and the connection between the arrowhead and shaft had a stroke resembling a beast, forming the character “豹”.
Yan Xiaohan had once told Fu Shen that this “豹” character represented the Leopard Tactics Guard. The Leopard Tactics Guard was one of the imperial guards, subordinate to the Southern Garrison Ten Guards. The arrow in Fu Shen’s hand came from the imperial arsenal’s crossbow workshop. He had previously investigated that years ago, the workshop had produced a batch of armor-piercing arrows for arm crossbows, distributed to the imperial guards and city garrison. However, due to the arrow’s insufficient range and ability to shoot only one arrow at a time, it was impractical and not widely promoted in the military. Those useless crossbow arrows were thrown into some warehouse to gather dust.
This arrow had only briefly appeared among the imperial guards, and Fu Shen had never seen it before.
If not for the hint from the paper in the box and Yan Xiaohan’s verification, Fu Shen’s people would probably still be unable to trace its origins.
Those three arrows piercing his body were still bleeding. Mu Boxiu could not forget Fu Shen’s calm tone and cold-blooded ruthlessness when killing without blinking, which involuntarily made him shudder, with his survival instinct and reason frantically wrestling in his heart.
However, Fu Shen did not act this time, but propped up his head and asked thoughtfully, “Speaking of which, I remember you were initially in the Bao Tao Wei, rising to the rank of Zhonglang General with your excellent archery skills. Why did you later transfer to the Jin Wu Wei?”
