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Chapter 372 Textbook-style Torture to Extort a Confession (2)

It was only later that Ren Zhilin realized that it was a small dagger inserted into the back of his shoulder.

However, the palm-sized dagger was able to stab his bones all the way.

Ren Zhilin's screams made everyone present terrified, they all took a breath of air-conditioning, and their hearts suddenly lifted.

However, Wanyan didn't even have the slightest expression fluctuation, and her voice was still relaxed and clear.

"But you write about other people's family members so clearly, why don't you write about yourself well, you are too kind to others and yourself!"

Wanyan shook the paper with one hand, said with a slight frown, and pressed the dagger on Ren Zhilin's shoulder firmly with the other hand, making him unable to move or move.

Ren Zhilin suffered from a severe shoulder headache, and his whole body felt numb, and he could only keep from moaning by biting his lips.

But even in such a situation, Ren Zhilin still kept his head down and kept silent, still holding on to the last sliver of luck.

There are more than 200 officials, big and small, in the entire Yuhang Mansion and the counties under its jurisdiction. Ren Zhilin does not believe that Wanyan can clearly remember everyone's origin and background.

He obviously greatly underestimated Wanyan, only to hear Wanyan chuckle helplessly, and with a click of her hand, she quickly pulled out the dagger from Ren Zhilin's shoulder.

Before the blood drops from the dagger fell to the ground, Wanyan raised the knife again, and the dagger stabbed neatly into Ren Zhilin's other shoulder.

"Ahhhh...!"

Ren Zhilin screamed again, his face was ashen, but his lips were red from being bitten.

The scream was no different from that of a slaughtered pig, it was too tragic.

hiss……

Everyone present was terrified again.

"Let me remind you again, magistrate Ren, as a county magistrate, you don't know who the history of Yi County is?"

When she spoke again, Wanyan's tone was not as brisk as before, and it was a little more visibly vicious.

Now Ren Zhilin couldn't keep silent anymore, a tiny and weak voice rolled out reluctantly and indistinctly from his throat.

"Know...know..."

"Can't hear you! Louder!" Wanyan raised her voice a lot, and the dagger in her hand went deeper.

"Ahhh... I know, I know!" Ren Zhilin yelled out with another scream resounding through the hall.

"Very good," Wanyan nodded in satisfaction, and said urgently, "Call out your name."

This time Ren Zhilin hesitated again, but the pain on his shoulder became more and more severe, and the tip of the dagger even touched his bones, so he had no choice but to wonder: "Yes...it is Ren Xun..."

Wanyan refused to give up, and asked loudly, "Who is Ren Xun!"

At this point, Ren Zhilin finally believed that this girl with a human face and a ghostly heart in front of her really knew everything, and no matter how much he struggled, it was meaningless.

So Ren Zhilin gave up the unnecessary cover-up and admitted in a low voice: "He...he is my son."

"Hey, that's right!" Satisfied now, Wanyan said with a smile, put the piece of paper in front of Ren Zhilin again, patted him on the back and said, "Then make it up, put what should be made up." make up for everything.”

Ren Zhilin still had no strength to resist, even with a dagger stuck in his right shoulder, he could only support his right shoulder with his left hand, writing stroke by stroke tremblingly, his hands shaking like a sieve.

Wanyan frowned dissatisfiedly looking at the oddly shaped handwriting, but seeing that Ren Zhilin didn't play tricks this time, and seriously filled in seven or eight more names, she didn't bother anymore.

(End of this chapter)