In the end, the ghost star dragged the person to the dungeon and tortured him hard, but no matter what kind of torture the other party suffered, he refused to speak.

He refused to explain the whereabouts of the black bee.

When Yan Qingyu was worried about the safety of Xuanfeng, Gui Xing walked in with great strides, carrying a man covered in blood on his shoulders. "Mr. Jun, this man said he was Xuanfeng's secret guard named Alang!"

Yan Qingyu stood up directly from the chair and came to Alang. Alang had been unconscious because of his serious injury.

Ghost Star used an extremely exciting method to force him to wake up. The moment he saw Yan Qingyu, Alang grabbed Yan Qingyu's sleeve with both hands, "Master, she...savior...she is in danger."

"Where is the black bee?" Yan Qingyu asked hurriedly.

"She is in Yan...ke... Qian...face written...life...know..." Alang still fell into a coma after saying these words. He should have escaped to death and sent the news to Yan Qingyu.

Xuanfeng, a woman with no power to tie a chicken, fell into the enemy camp, which was extremely dangerous.

The black bee is in Yan Ke's place.

The Thousand Face Scholar... That is Xuanfeng's master. Xuanfeng's Thousand Face Scholar's technique is taught by her master, and it is a figure in the martial arts world code-named Thousand Face Scholar.

"Ghost Star, you..."

"Empress Jun, just now a servant came outside the door and said that the witch was assassinated and his whereabouts were unknown for the time being!" At this time, another guard ran over outside the door. The news he brought made Yan Qingyu's expression even more tense.

Zhang Xin was assassinated?

Someone is targeting the magic demon.

Red arachnid, ziyu, black bee, witch... Yan Qingyu walked towards the dungeon with big strides. The Thousand-faced Scholar was tortured but still refused to speak. It was not until Yan Qingyu came that he raised his eyes lazily.

"Come here, cut off his limbs for me and trade with Yan Ke!"

"Do you actually know Yan Ke?" The thousand-faced scholar who was tortured was a little surprised.

"I also know that you are Xuanfeng's master, a thousand-faced scholar!" Yan Qingyu directly exposed the other party's identity.

Qian'er Scholar showed a very surprised expression, "Why did you realize that I am not a Xuanfeng? You are actually wearing soft armor made of Tiansilk to protect your heart. Have you distrust Xuanfeng for a long time?"

Yan Qingyushuang didn’t have any temperature either, “because I was assassinated by a fish.”

"So, are you just guard against the black bee?" asked the Thousand-faced Scholar.

"Ziyu is the person I trust the most. Even she can't trust her. How could I give you another chance to attack? I really didn't realize your identity when you took action, but unfortunately you said too much."

Yan Qingyu put her hands on her chest, "If you talk less, I really believe you are a Xuanfeng. Maybe now I am sad and painful because of your betrayal of me."

"What did I say?"

Yan Qingyu kindly reminded: "You said, I just have the same name."

"Isn't it? You have the same name as the witch. The witch was dead. The witch who is still alive is just a fake. Xuanfeng and the others will be with you, but because you have the same name."

Yan Qingyu curled her lips, her eyes with a faint smile: "Xuanfeng has never regarded me as a witch's substitute, do you understand?"

"Impossible." The thousand-faced scholar's eyes were slightly cold. "I know her loyalty to the witch than anyone else. When she volunteered to become a brothel prostitute in order to help the witch, why did you think she could become my disciple? Because she knows how to use her body, but I just miss a bed companion!"

Yan Qingyu picked up the whip on one side and threw it over, "Shut up!"

A whip mark was left on the Thousand-Faced Scholar's face, and his face was skewed. He pursed his lips: "This is a fact. Her loyalty to the witch is simply an obsession. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have taught her the art of disguise at the beginning."

"Witch died, she would never recognize you because of a similar name. At most, she would miss the deceased witch through your name."

The whip in Yan Qingyu's hand wrapped around the man's neck like a flexible snake. She tightened her strength and looked cold: "I don't really want to discuss the matter of Xuanfeng with you. Tell me, where is Yan Ke? Where is Xuanfeng locked up?"

"Haha..." The thousand-faced scholar's face turned red and he smiled provocatively.

"explain!"

The Thousand-faced Scholar was tightly strangled. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he said provocatively, "It's useless. No matter how you torture me, I won't say it. You are destined to fail. The game has just begun!"

Yan Qingyu is not very skilled in torture, but Bai Jiu is very good at it.

Si Yucheng is also very good at it.

But the Thousand-Faced Scholar's mouth was too tight. Even if Si Yucheng took action, he could not let the other party speak. Time was imminent, so no one could guess whether something would happen to Xuanfeng?

Looking at the anxious Yan Qingyu, Si Yucheng found Yan Ziran, who was better than anyone else in interrogation.

Psychedelics plus soft tendons.

Coupled with Yan Ziran's hypnosis, Yan Qingyu quietly looked at the Thousand-faced Scholar who was controlled like a puppet, and said everything he wanted to know little by little.

Yan Ziran: "Where is the black bee locked up?"

Thousand-faced Scholar: "I was locked in a mountainous house in the outer city."

Yan Ziran: "Red arachnids, ziyu, and nanny bee, what do you want to use them for? What is your purpose?"

Thousand-faced Scholar: "Killing them proves to be better than them, proving that we are the real illusion demons, and they are all fake."

Yan Qingyu and Si Yucheng looked at each other, and their eyes showed confusion.

Yan Ziran: "Why did Ziyu betray her? What did you use to control her?"

Thousand-faced Scholar: "I don't know."

Yan Ziran: "Where is the man who abused Chishui?"

Thousand-faced Scholar: "I don't know each other... I just obey the orders of the patriarch Yan Ke."

Yan Ziran: "You are from the Pojun clan."

Thousand-faced Scholar: "Yes!"

“…”

The two of them asked and answered each other. The scholar in front had no idea that all the news was trapped by the other party while he was sleeping. Si Yucheng quietly watched Yan Ziran use medicine to hypnotize the other party's actions.

Suddenly he spoke, "Next time, try it with medicine, maybe it will work."

Yan Ziran didn't expect the other party to raise it on his own initiative and nodded: "You can try it."

The three of them walked out of the dungeon. Yan Qingyu thought about the news he had just heard and immediately sent someone to search for it. Si Yucheng asked Guixing to send additional people to find the whereabouts of Xuanfeng.

The only thing Yan Qingyu can move now is part of the magical demon army. Qiongqi controls the overall situation in the Ghost Domain, and Zhang Xin only brought thousands of troops.

When she was planning to use these people to find Xuanfeng, suddenly the eyeliner that Xuanfeng once left behind contacted Alang directly from outside regardless of revealing her identity. Alang ran to awake and heard the news, and immediately told Yan Qingyu.

"The witch is dangerous, the mass grave of three miles south of the city!"

At this time, Yan Qingyu had to take his men and horses to help Zhang Xin, while Si Yucheng asked Gui Xing to take the secret guards of the Ghost Realm to rescue Xuanfeng, but he himself followed Yan Qingyu and didn't want her to be hurt too far.

In addition, she was already injured.

Even if I put on her soft silk armor, I was still worried.

Yan Qingyu and Si Yucheng took some of the magical demon army away and quickly came to the mass grave. There were a large number of corpses lying here. From a distance, the woman half-kneeled on the ground and supported her body with a silver gun was tightly surrounded by a group of people, looking exhausted.

Without time to think, Yan Qingyu picked up the bow and arrow and shot directly at the back of a man in black who wanted to do it. The bow and arrow in his hand shot at the other party quickly.

Zhang Xin raised her head exhaustedly and looked at Yan Qingyu, who was sitting on the horse pulling a bow and arrow, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell softly to the ground.

Yan Qingyu rode on the horse and shot the people quickly with the bow and arrow. She walked to Zhang Xin, dismounted and took Zhang Xin's vein. She found that the other party was just unconscious because of exhaustion and the injury on her body was not serious, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Si Yucheng and the others cleaned up the killers around him and came over, "How is she?"

"It's nothing serious, it's exhausted."

Yan Qingyu helped the people around her to help Zhang Xin on the horse. She suddenly saw the corpse lying on the side, stepped forward and pulled off the black cloth from the corpse's face, and carefully touched the other person's body, but Si Yucheng held his wrist.

Si Yucheng: "What do you touch? What are you trying to touch with men?"

Yan Qingyu didn't react for a while and replied subconsciously, "Their combat power is a bit weaker than Yan Ke's people, and I always feel a little strange."

Yan Qingyu squatted on the ground, touching the corpses one by one. Si Yucheng looked at her movements and pulled her up, "Not touching, the corpse can do it, let them do it."

"you……"

"If you want to touch me, just touch me." Si Yucheng gritted his teeth.

Yan Qingyu: "..."

Is there any brain problem with this kind of thing?

The soldiers carefully searched for these corpses, including those killed by Zhang Xin, and carefully searched them all. Finally, several soldiers walked over with some tokens in their hands.

Yan Qingyu took it over, and just glanced at it, she knew what these tokens mean. She gritted her teeth: "Ye Country Royal Secret Guard, Ye Cang!"

Others may not know!

But for her former Royal Secret Guard, she was extremely clear about what these tokens represent.

It's Ye Cang's men.

Very good, Ye Cang also got involved.

Yan Qingyu half-closed her eyes and was thinking about how to use this matter. The air was filled with restlessness, and the horses suddenly began to feel a little manic.

"careful!"

Si Yucheng reached out and urged Yan Qingyulou and put on the horse's back. An arrow was inserted into the place where she was just standing.

A large number of people suddenly appeared in the mass grave that was originally empty. They did not look like Ye Cang's people because they did not have the well-trained sense of unity and neatness as the Royal Secret Guards.

But these people all showed a very powerful aura.

"Long time no see, my good daughter." Yan Ke walked out of the automatically dispersed crowd. She was still wearing a light green dress, looking as beautiful as a girl in her 2008 years old, calm,

"It's been a long time no see, my mother!" When Yan Qingyu saw Yan Ke appear, a hint of pressure passed through her eyes. This woman looked like a mouse, and she couldn't find her once she hid her.
Chapter completed!