72: It seems that what they said is indeed true!

After Feng Zhe heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he took out a few dark pills and threw them to the people who had gone to gather information.

"Sir, what is this?"

The few people who received the pills all showed puzzled expressions.

They had eaten many pills before, but this was the first time they had seen such ones.

Feng Zhe smiled slightly and explained to them, "The intelligence you brought back this time is very important, one could say it's of great significance.

These few pills are called Qi Yuan Pills, and after eating them, your cultivation will greatly increase.

These are extremely rare items; even in my City Lord's Mansion, there aren't many.

And outside, it's even more impossible for you to see them.

I'm taking them out this time as a reward for you few, who risked danger and delved deep into enemy territory to bring back intelligence.

Don't disappoint me!"

The few people looked at the pills in each other's hands, suddenly understood, and excitedly thanked Feng Zhe.

"So that's it! Thank you, City Lord, for bestowing these pills! We will certainly strive even harder to serve the City Lord in the future!"

Chen De watched expressionlessly as Feng Zhe bestowed the pills upon them, his heart completely unmoved.

He had eaten Qi Yuan Pills in Feng Rin's memory, and they definitely didn't look like this.

He wondered what kind of pills Feng Zhe had actually brought out?

However, one thing was certain: they were definitely not good pills.

Otherwise, given the relationship between him and his son, Feng Zhe couldn't possibly have not given them to Feng Rin.

Feng Zhe watched the few people thank him, a curve of unknown meaning playing on his lips, and he said with great concern, "For you to be like this, it doesn't disgrace my pills.

It's just that the medicinal power of this pill is exceptionally potent; I'm worried that you few won't be able to refine it and will instead harm yourselves."

At this, Feng Zhe waved his hand, "How about this, you few eat the pills right here, and I will personally protect you."

The few people didn't doubt him; with the City Lord's promise, what was there to fear?

So they sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the pills given to them, and put them into their mouths.

After chewing a few times, they swallowed them down their throats.

Seeing the few people eat the pills, Feng Zhe walked to a nearby seat, sat down, and took a sip of tea.

His gaze was fixed on the people who had eaten the pills, as if he was preparing to watch a good show.

Chen De also watched from the side, wanting to see what would happen next.

"Feng Rin!"

Just then, Chen De heard Feng Zhe seemingly calling him.

Chen De turned his head and saw Feng Zhe also looking at him, "Feng Rin, do you believe what they said?"

What kind of trick was Feng Zhe playing?

So Chen De responded in a straightforward manner, "Father, these few people were specially trained by our City Lord's Mansion from a young age to gather intelligence, so your child believes them."

Believe my foot! If it were Chen De, he wouldn't believe anyone!

Feng Zhe sighed helplessly upon hearing this; Feng Rin was good in every way, except his thoughts were too naive.

He still needed to be taught by hand, but Feng Zhe didn't immediately discourage him.

Instead, he nodded, agreeing with what Chen De said.

"You're right, these people have all been trained by my City Lord's Mansion since childhood, so they are naturally trustworthy.

However, this matter is of great significance to us, so I cannot believe them."

As he spoke, he did not forget to instruct Chen De, earnestly admonishing him,

"Feng Rin, you must remember, no matter how trustworthy a person is, they can be trusted with small matters, but not with big matters."

Feng Zhe knew that he had to let his son see something.

"Just watch what happens next; speaking of which, the medicine's effects are about to kick in."

Chen De nodded and looked towards the few people.

Suddenly, Chen De felt an extreme pain erupt from their bodies.

Chen De immediately understood what those pills were for.

Chen De could indeed cut off the sensation of pain and then feign a look of agony.

However, Chen De knew that such acting was fine for ordinary pain.

Facing truly extreme pain, Chen De couldn't act it out.

Thus, he could only let the few people in front of him suffer.

Chen De immediately returned control of their bodies to them and restored all their senses and perceptions.

He only retained the ability to control their speech; if they tried to do anything with their hands or feet, Chen De could immediately take over.

So the few people immediately scratched their ears and cheeks, looking terribly pained.

They were fully aware of what had just happened.

They wanted to explain something to Feng Zhe, but the words that came to their lips turned into, "City Lord, City Lord, what's going on? Why do we feel such pain!"

Seeing that the medicine's effects had begun to work, Feng Zhe unhurriedly explained to them,

"The pills you just ate are not Qi Yuan Pills, but Frenzied Soul Pills.

Speaking of which, you are fortunate; these Frenzied Soul Pills are much rarer than Qi Yuan Pills.

They are used by the higher-ups to interrogate and torture prisoners; no one can withstand that kind of pain.

Moreover, this pain doubles every thirty breaths.

Ensuring that those who take the pill do not adapt to or become numb to this pain.

Only by taking a specific antidote can this pain be eliminated.

I only obtained these few by chance."

Feng Zhe took another sip of tea, ignoring the miserable state of the few people, "How about it, are you willing to tell the truth now? If you tell the truth, I'll let you go."

Seeing that the tea in the cup was finished, Chen De thoughtfully stepped forward and refilled the cup with tea.

The few people spoke in painful and hoarse voices, "No, Sir, everything we said is the truth."

"Stubborn as a dead duck!" Feng Zhe shook his head, "Tell me when you've thought it through."

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

...

Seeing that the few people still wouldn't budge, Chen De said, "Are you still not going to tell the truth?"

"Sir, everything we said is the truth, not a single lie!"

Their saying this was, of course, at Chen De's instruction.

Because in Chen De's opinion, from their perspective, if they admitted that what they said was false, they might actually die from the pain.

Conversely, if they held out until the end, there was still a chance to save their lives.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore!"

"Sir, please, give us a quick death!"

"Everything we said is the truth, why don't you believe us?"

Neither Chen De nor Feng Zhe, hearing these words and seeing their painful appearance, showed any reaction.

They scratched their ears and cheeks in agony, their scalps broken and blood flowing freely.

Their fingernails were broken and shattered from frantically scratching things.

Seeing this scene, Feng Zhe told Chen De to go forward and disable their limbs and dislocate their jaws to prevent them from committing suicide.

Chen De, however, watched with a heavy heart.

He never expected Feng Zhe to be so cruel.

...

Until the end, the few people were tortured to death, completely motionless on the ground.

Their eyes bulged, bloodshot, and their mouths were wide open, their death a rather terrifying sight.

Seeing this, Feng Zhe slowly nodded, "It seems it was indeed true."

Then, as if he thought of something else, "Oh, right, to tell you the truth, I actually don't have an antidote."

"It was just something I occasionally got to play with; where would I get an antidote?"