Chapter 2245 - 1262: Interrogation

Could this be a trap set by the other party, intending to charge them with a crime?

As these people followed others, they felt extremely anxious and sensed that things weren’t going as planned.

Looking around to see if they could escape, the situation appeared as though they were being taken to a place for detention.

It seemed like they were about to be interrogated.

They had thought their plan was flawless, not realizing it was a "request a gentleman to enter the urn" scenario.

Thinking of escaping?

With so many people detaining them, escaping would indeed be difficult.

Still, they wanted to give it a try.

They were unwilling; they hadn’t extracted any information before getting caught.

They still didn’t know what was going on, hadn’t managed to send out any message—how could they resign themselves to this?

If they moved now, wouldn’t that indicate they had a problem?

Wouldn’t it be a confession without being tortured?

Thinking this way, they didn’t dare to move.

If interrogated, the only reason they could think of was being robbed.

The two generals indeed escorted them to a place meant for holding those caught with issues.

Of course, the interrogation came with certain conditions, meaning they would survive but be injured.

It was known they were spies; there would be no mercy.

The other soldiers didn’t know the reason or that the two generals brought them there because their provisions were robbed to press charges against them?

The soldiers lingered in resentment, having cursed before, "Why hasn’t the grain been delivered?" If it weren’t for divine intervention providing food, they’d have starved.

In a battle with a neighboring country, they’d truly face death, so there was little sympathy for these people.

The two generals brought them to a place and began interrogating them one by one.

The reasons they claimed were almost incoherent. The investigation revealed that although they wore ragged clothes, they bore no new injuries—just old ones.

If they truly fought bandits, some injuries would have occurred, right?

How could the troops and officials responsible for transporting provisions be unscathed?

Though only around ten came, claiming others had died.

If it weren’t for the exploration last night, they might have been deceived.

The Ye Father and Sons listened to their schemes.

Regardless of whether the other soldiers believed them or not?

The father and son wouldn’t easily trust them, knowing they were not honest, hence showed no kindness.

During interrogation, no pleasantries were offered.

No matter the lies they told, they wouldn’t believe a word.

As for the questions asked during interrogations, the captives wouldn’t answer a single one; what pained them most?

Perhaps their unwillingness drove their urge to know why they didn’t starve?

Why did their plan fail?

Death was too easy a release. Letting them harbor suspicions and unanswered questions inflicted great suffering.

Their expectations were perhaps shattered, and even if killed, they’d find it painful.

Some among those interrogated stood firm, while others could not endure it—not everyone was steadfast.

Amidst those who feared death, they endured excruciating pain.

Torture tools such as the finger clamps inflicted piercing pain through ten connected fingertips.

The pain of whipping.

The branding iron’s burn on their skin; many stood firm.

Some continued to lie, ranting about their grievances.

Yet someone finally couldn’t endure the pain and confessed.

Questioned in different interrogation rooms, subjected to inhumane torture, some couldn’t bear it and died.

Even the steadfast ones neared death.

Once confessions were extracted, the Ye Father and Sons ordered the statements written down.

This interrogation would have witnesses, with the criminals’ fingerprints as testimony, and they awaited further instructions.

They didn’t fear an escape of these mangled individuals; even if they escaped, it was futile.

Also prepared for enemies rescuing them without hostages.

Back they went to inform the old general who gave them a storage bag, stealthily holding these culprits for later retribution.

Lure more batches of these people inside.

The old general asked Jiang Tang, who muttered softly, "Oh Heavens! If only there were storage bags for storing livestock and humans, these criminals could not escape again. After passing this test, they’d be put to death."

Letting them die easily was not ideal; dying under public scrutiny guaranteed them karmic retribution even as ghosts.

Jiang Tang’s storage bags were numerous, as they could store Demonic Beasts.

Providing some of these items wasn’t problematic.

Following the old general’s additional captures.

Jiang Tang accrued more merit.

He realized that providing more support against wrongdoers increased his merit, so why wouldn’t he support the cause?

Jiang Tang began distributing items from a warehouse of the Primordial Treasure Spiritual Field.

To him, they were space waste, but to mortals, they were treasures.

Jiang Tang felt generous in giving them to wishers, as receiving merit created a mutually beneficial situation.

Now unable to absorb the energy of heaven and earth for cultivation, only power from merit could be used.

Reaching the level of the Immortal Emperor, Deities were the mightiest kings of the world.

Who knows if similar Immortal Emperors would surface, Jiang Tang knew his cultivation method differed and was superior to others.

This filled him with pride as he tinkered with the plot of a drama on a Flying Treasure with his wives.

Occasionally, he’d ask his wives to suggest changes.

"Isn’t there a major villain? Let him die then!"

Cai Xiangxiang was the first to speak, having come from the lowest class, once a commoner without a family name, born in a village. She knew all too well that, under wealthy masters, rich people, and those with official power, ordinary people were no different from pigs or dogs.

Pigs and dogs would be reared, especially pigs, which could be sold for money, without needing work. They were well cared for.

Humans, on the other hand, could not necessarily expect the same. During childhood, they’d live in poor conditions, scarcely having enough to eat or a comfortable place to sleep.

As they grew a few years older, they’d have to follow adults to work, performing simple household chores and learning skills.

Cai Xiangxiang remembered being with her little brother at the mountain’s foot, keeping him company while collecting firewood.

If not for that Taoist, perhaps she would’ve forever remained a village girl, incapable of changing her fate.

Entering the Immortal Sect, she was raised by a morally questionable master. When they attempted to make a move.

Her master’s disciple developed an interest in her, causing her master to pause certain actions. Led by ill-intentioned seniors, she met Jiang Tang during training, experiencing another period of suffering.

"I think the dead emperor should have died sooner, and his sons too!"

Dugu Yan’er uttered these words while caressing the golden Jin Cancan with admiration, as she could no longer play with Worm Poison due to pregnancy.

Raised with them since childhood, she was immune to toxins, but pregnancy posed risks of passing resistance to her child.

"Give them a bottle of poison and let them perish." Tang Yanran, in a similar situation, had played with toxins from a young age. To her, poison was nothing; her body was immune.

Her body had been conditioned since childhood by soaking in poisonous brews.