Free Web NovelChapter 1153: Chapter 366 Storm (Extra update for 12000 monthly votes!)_2
He was aging rapidly.
Golden Frame and Jade Marrow had already been shattered.
The God Arrival Stage no longer existed.
"Hello, Elder Deng Yue," Shang Zhang gazed into his eyes and smiled. "We hastily exchanged blows before, and I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself. I am Shang Zhang, from the Great Qin Town Prison Service, ranking among the top ten prison chiefs."
Lying on the ground... was Deng Yue!
And as Shang Zhang’s eyes shifted beside Deng Yue, he suddenly showed a tinge of sorrow, "Now, there are nine."
Beside Deng Yue lay another person.
Or rather, a corpse.
A corpse also dressed in the Black Inferno Arrows Robe.
Lying prostrate on the ground, motionless.
With a fist-sized hole in its back that pierced through the Black Inferno Arrows Robe and his body and even penetrated the ground, the depths unseen, dark and ominous.
It seemed as if he had been nailed to the ground by an invisible long spear.
Clearly, capturing Deng Yue had come at a significant cost to the Great Qin Town Prison Service.
Shang Zhang’s expression wasn’t ferocious.
Deng Yue simply looked at him, then pulled at the corners of his mouth and smiled.
He softly spoke, "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Shang Zhang."
His voice also sounded aged and weak.
It was hard to believe that such a frail man had managed to fend off and flee amidst the encirclement of four prison chiefs of the Great Qin Town Prison Service, tangled them for three days, and even killed one of the chiefs!
"Very well, I like making friends. You are good to me, and I will be good to you," Shang Zhang said with a smile. "Could you answer a few questions for me?"
"Of course, we, the People of Qin, have always had the tradition of guiding the younger generation," Deng Yue’s speech seemed laborious, but he used his formidable willpower to make his voice sound even and gentle. "However, based on courtesy, shouldn’t you first clarify some of my doubts?"
Shang Zhang thought seriously for a moment. "That would be proper. But you might want to ask quickly."
He gestured vaguely above Deng Yue’s body, as if feeling a bit embarrassed, "Because of your condition... you know."
"Ah," Deng Yue laughed again. "I am aware."
This man, whose hair had already turned half white, looked at Shang Zhang with a curious glance, "How did you find me?"
"Got the news from your friend," Shang Zhang said with a smile.
"Impossible," Deng Yue also smiled. "That friend would never betray me." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"Of course, of course. Your friend is very loyal," Shang Zhang said soothingly. "He watched his own father burn to death without disclosing your whereabouts."
"But," Shang Zhang continued, "You’ve lost contact for so long; did you know he later had a child?"
"Ah," Shang Zhang sighed regretfully. "It’s rather strange. You know? Often, when people have children, they develop vulnerabilities."
Deng Yue nodded. "Understood."
Shang Zhang laughed. "A mutual understanding."
It wasn’t clear if they both meant the same "understanding."
"What about the child?" asked Deng Yue.
"What else? Raised, of course," Shang Zhang said. "Who’d be so inhumane as to harm a child?"
Deng Yue fell silent for a while, then asked, "And my friend?"
"That I have to keep confidential," Shang Zhang said earnestly. "The Prison Service has its rules. You should understand."
"Understood," Deng Yue replied.
Shang Zhang looked at him and smiled, "That’s why I’ll never have children. Never get married."
Deng Yue glanced at his crotch and said with a smile, "Just enter the palace."
"That won’t do!" Shang Zhang reacted strongly. "I despise those dead eunuchs! They twist every word, always so ambiguous and irritating, each one’s psyche so twisted!"
The quick-tempered Yan Feng, with chains tattooed on his bald head, and Tu Wei, despite their impatience, remained silent after Shang Zhang began to speak. Clearly, they trusted him in this respect.
But he seemed to have such a good time chatting with Deng Yue that he appeared to completely forget the purpose of the interrogation.
Deng Yue reminded him, "You can start asking me questions."
"See," Shang Zhang glanced at Yan Feng and Tu Wei, very pleased, "I told you, didn’t I? Convenience to others is convenience to oneself. When you’re out and about, you rely on friends!"
He turned back to Deng Yue, "Then let me ask. Where is the person we’re looking for?"
Deng Yue looked earnestly at him. "I don’t know."
Shang Zhang pressed his brow. "With such a severe injury, it’s possible to have memory loss. I understand."
He was being a good friend, trying hard to make excuses for Deng Yue.
Then he said, "Let me change the question. What does he want to do?"
Shang Zhang looked around. "In a place like this. Can he really stand it?"
"Maybe he’s grown up," Deng Yue said with a smile.
Shang Zhang said seriously. "I just asked you two questions, but you answered only one. I really dislike it when people chat carelessly, responding to only half the question. We’ve just met; don’t disappoint me, alright?"
Deng Yue softly said, "Young man, both questions have the same answer. At my age, would I deceive you?"
Shang Zhang slowly nodded, then pursed his lips and smiled. "You might not be very familiar with the current Town Prison Service. The methods we use for interrogation have changed from before."
"Good to hear," Deng Yue said. "There are talented people in every generation who lead for centuries."
