Chapter 402 – The Night Within His Fingers (2/2)

He stood at the prison cell's only air vent, quietly looking up at the stars in the night sky and appearing somewhat absent-minded.

The file on the table consisted of statements Zhexiu had made to Mei Lisha while on the road, but after Zhexiu was brought to the Zhou Prison, he hadn’t said a single word more. Zhou Tong was acutely aware that mental pressure meant nothing to this wolf youth. Zhou Tong had looked over the file once and had already memorized its complete contents, including those inconspicuous details. He felt it was just like Liang Xiaoxiao's dying words. Zhexiu's statement also had many suspicious points, but he still asked absentmindedly. He knew that there was no need to be so diligent since Zhexiu would still not admit anything.

He asked this question only because it was a part of his job, a procedure or a sequence. In his laws, it was a task that had to be performed—everything was part of the job. Only after concluding this portion could he move on to the next.

Hearing Zhou Tong's voice, Zhexiu finally responded. However, he still said nothing but rather just closed his eyes.

After he had returned to the capital from Hanqiu City, the Li Palace had sent a cardinal to personally treat his injuries. At the moment, the poison in his body had been mostly suppressed at the bottom of his eye. Although he still couldn't see, his condition would not worsen and his life was not in danger. He was not concerned about these problems, but rather about just what had happened in the Garden of Zhou. Why had the Garden of Zhou's sky collapsed? Were Nanke and those demon experts dead? Could Chen Changsheng also be dead? And also…had Qi Jian's condition improved? Was she still unconscious in her coma or had she woken up?

He concentrated his thoughts on these things, hoping to alleviate some of the pain. However, his face was getting paler and sweat drops the size of soybeans were continuously tumbling down his forehead.

A very thin needle was inserted in the space between his eyebrows. The end of the needle was held in Zhou Tong's fingers as he softly twirled it.

Zhou Tong was very calm. He didn't seem like a torturer but rather like a doctor treating his patient.

Zhexiu's breaths became more hurried and his two eyebrows increasingly creased. His body began to fiercely shudder.

Those slender chains which ran through his body began to chafe against the flesh. Rotted flesh and tender, newly grown flesh alike were scraped off.

Zhou Tong lightly brushed against the end of the needle. Zhexiu had already bitten down so much that his mouth was full of blood, but he could no longer bear it. He painfully yelled out, his hoarse voice reverberating through the isolated and gloomy Zhou Prison.

He wanted to fall unconscious, but the pain made it impossible.

Life and death, pain and its alleviation: all of it was in Zhou Tong's fingers.

Mo Yu departed the Zhou Courtyard and headed back towards the Imperial Palace. As the wheels of the carriage rolled over the gray stones, it was somewhat bumpy.

She felt that if it were the Black Goat pulling the carriage, it would be fine. But the Black Goat did not like Zhou Tong and would never go with her to that place.

The carriage abruptly stopped.

She calmly looked at the curtain hanging at the front of the carriage and asked, ”Your Highness, what do you plan to do?”

Luoluo's voice was clear and bright, just like the new leaves at the beginning of spring. ”I want to tell you all that the fact that Teacher hasn't returned doesn't mean that the Orthodox Academy no longer has people.”