“A clean death?” Yun Yang asked. “Yes, a clean death would be pleasant, wouldn’t it? Let me ask you again, where did you obtain the intelligence on the Nine Supremes from?”
“I… I got the intelligence from the nineteenth of the first month… it’s the truth!” Chu Tianlang said trembling, “The nineteenth of the first month has resources in the military…”
Yun Yang nodded and said, “As a reward for your dishonesty, this time… an hour.”
The Devil’s Convulsion appeared once more but this time, it was not only his four limbs but also his spine as well. Yun Yang was heedless of Chu Tianlang’s pleas, and stuffed the rag in his mouth even as he continued to cry, “I’ll tell! I’ll tell!”.
He then turned to leave.
The torment lasted the entire hour.
When Yun Yang returned, Chu Tianlang could only exhale and had difficulty breathing in. His entire being was like a pile of mud, soaked through with water.
His gaze towards Yun Yang was one of mute appeal.