Chapter 93 - 93 Huo Junhan, You'll Die a Horrible Death
93 Huo Junhan, You’ll Die a Horrible Death
Pa Pa tilted its head at Shen Yaowei and clapped with its leaves as it said, “Good, good, good…”
Shen Yaowei took a deep breath and said, “How obedient. Go back to the Shen residence and help me see what happened.”
Today, she could tell at a glance that her Third Brother was lying.
But she couldn’t expose him now.
Pa Pa nodded, jumped from Shen Yaowei’s palm to the ground, and ran out on its long and thin legs.
“Be careful not to let others discover you!” Shen Yaowei said slightly.
Without turning around, Pa Pa waved its leaves at Shen Yaowei to reassure her.
Seeing Pa Pa run out through the gap in the door, Shen Yaowei picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her palms.
She hoped she was overthinking things and that the Shen family was safe.
At this moment, at the Night Justice Bureau.
The dark dungeon was filled with the strong smell of blood, and the oppressive space made it difficult to breathe.
The sound of whips continuously sounded in the torture chamber. A young man was tied to the torture rack. His entire body was dyed red with blood, and he was on his last breath.
As the whip hit him, the man subconsciously let out a painful groan.
“Your Highness, this person has almost confessed. He’s just a small leader of the Dark Nightmare Tower, so he doesn’t have much information.” A young man in a black suit with a golden strap on his shoulder slowly walked up to Huo Junhan and knelt on one knee. “Your Highness, please instruct me.”
“Huo Junhan, you’ll die a horrible death.” The man tied to the torture rack raised his head with difficulty and looked at Huo Junhan with extreme resentment. “The Nightmare Lord won’t let you off. Everything you value will eventually be destroyed in the Nightmare Lord’s hands.”
Before he could finish, the torturer raised his whip and slapped the man’s face hard.
The man didn’t even have time to scream. His head lolled, and he fainted.
Huo Junhan’s slender fingers gently knocked on the armrest of the chair, and he closed his eyes lazily. “Hang him on the city wall until we find the next person from the Dark Nightmare Tower to take his place.”
His casual words made everyone present shiver.
“What time is it?”
“It’s almost midnight, Your Highness,” replied An Liu, who was kneeling on one knee.
Huo Junhan opened his eyes. The dim candlelight reflected on his pale handsome face, giving him a broken and demonic beauty.
“Your Highness, are you returning to the Prince’s Manor? I’ll prepare the car now,” An Liu asked Huo Junhan respectfully.
“Back to the courtyard,” Huo Junhan said slowly, lowering his eyes.
“Yes, I’ll prepare the car now.” Just as An Liu stood up, he heard hurried footsteps coming their way.
Immediately after, Yan Bei came to the torture chamber with a solemn expression and bowed to Huo Junhan. “Your Highness, an evil spirit has been discovered in the northern city. General Shen is leading the city patrol to resist it. However, that evil spirit is too powerful and is giving General Shen’s army a hard time.”
“Last night, General Shen fought with me against the evil spirits and was already severely injured. Your Highness, I’m willing to help General Shen!” An Liu said to Huo Junhan.
Huo Junhan stood up from his chair and walked out. “Prepare the car. Let’s go to the northern city.”
The heavy night was like the mouth of a giant beast that silently opened, engulfing the capital. Unlike the silence in the central city, the northern city was in deep waters.
In the huge mass grave, a steady stream of rotting corpses crawled out of the ground and pounced at the living, following the scent of the living.
The armored city guards fought with the group of corpses. From time to time, someone would be bitten or grabbed by the corpses and scream.
Shen Liu’an held his sword in one hand and covered his waist with the other.
Blood seeped out of his waist, almost staining his clothes.
A meter opposite him stood a young girl in a big red wedding suit with disheveled hair.