Chapter 2581 For My Mother

Fang Xing walked to the door of the torture chamber. He sniffed and said, "An Lun, why?"

The men of Jin Yiwei had begun to take over from the sergeants, and some of them climbed to the roof as dexterously as apes using their hands and feet.

It was silent inside. Shen Yang came over and pointed inside, then looked at Fang Xing with questioning eyes.

Fang Xing did not have Zhu Zhanji's authorization, but Shen Yang still asked him for instructions, which was taking a risk.

"An Lun, why?"

Fang Xing just asked again.

An Lun's voice came faintly from inside: "Thank you, Uncle Xinghe, for coming. Our family... our family has a bloody feud with Yan Dajian."

Fang Xing suddenly realized that the reason An Lun did not want to enter the palace was because he was worried that he would not be able to take revenge.

It was difficult to come out from the emperor's side, and even if he came out, without Dongchang in his hands, he would not be able to attack important ministers like Yan Dajian.

All doubts were cleared, and Shen Yang asked: "What grudge?"

"Ho ho ho..."

An Lun suddenly laughed, his voice as sharp as a night owl.

Fang Xing heard someone making a whining sound inside, it must be Yan Dajian.

He's not dead yet!

Fang Xing felt relieved and said, "Whatever blood feud you want, as long as you are reasonable, His Majesty will naturally make the decision for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Xinghe."

An Lun stopped his irritating laughter, and then said: "We are putting the knife on Yan Dajian's neck now. If someone rushes in, he will die first!"

Shen Yang said solemnly: "But you can't run away!"

"Our family has never thought of running away today!"

An Lun's voice was cold.

"Help!"

Yan Dajian's cry for help suddenly came from inside, followed by screams.

Fang Xing had never heard such screams before.

His scalp felt numb and he had goosebumps all over his body.

"ah!"

The screams continued.

Shen Yang woke up with his eyes wide open, and there was a sharp look in his eyes.

He was ready to break in.

Fang Xing shook his head and whispered: "I'll go in!"

Shen Yang knew that this was Fang Xing's last effort to save An Lun, so he nodded, then turned around and kicked him.

Bang!

Shenyang's leg strength was not bad, but he did not kick open the door.

As he staggered back, An Lun's scream came from inside.

"You bastard, your son tortured and killed my sister back then!"

Xin Laoqi was about to take action when Fang Xing waved his hand after hearing this, and then slowly walked to the door.

"Who are you? I don't know you!"

An Lun probably stopped, and two gasps came from inside.

"Yan Dajian, do you still remember the An family back then? You bastard, when my mother and sister entered your home, I entered the palace..."

Fang Xing lowered his eyes slightly, roughly knowing the direction.

"Your family was not qualified to keep slaves at that time, but you, a sanctimonious bastard, had slaves all over the Yan family."

Slavery has always been a big problem, and the Ming Dynasty had strict restrictions on it.

But decisions from above are often treated as waste paper below.

"But my sister..."

There were no lights in the execution room, and Yan Dajian was tied to a wooden pillar in a large font, naked all over.

An Lun held a short knife in his left hand and an awl in his right hand. His facial features were all squeezed together and his voice was shrill.

"That beast Yan Chunhui wanted to use force on my sister, but my mother stopped him. That beast actually had my mother beaten to death, and then..."

An Lun looked up to the sky and cried: "Our family has finally made a difference, but when we sent someone there, we got bad news. My mother, my sister... my last relative... you bastard!"

Yan Dajian finally knew the origin of his catastrophe. He said in panic: "I don't know, I don't know. It must have been done by a servant. If you let me go, I will find that person... Thousands of cuts." Cut into pieces, cut into pieces with a thousand cuts.”

An Lun lowered his head, tears sliding down his cheeks.

He choked and said: "Mom, sister..."

His voice was full of admiration, and Yan Dajian was shocked, and he struggled hard.

An Lun's face gradually gained a smile, which was very warm.

"Mom, sister, Yan Dajian and his family will not survive. I will come soon!"

He found a few iron drills from the torture instruments. When he looked back, the smile on his face became a little strange.

Only then did Yan Dajian remember An Lun's reputation for making the victims go crazy. He was trembling all over and shouted: "Spare my life, Mr. An, spare your life..."

An Lun walked over slowly, he chuckled and said: "This is an iron drill. It doesn't look eye-catching, but you know, our family sent someone with these four iron drills to find a Taoist who can do the magic..."

Yan Dajian didn't know what An Lun was going to do, but a chill came from his back and spread all over his body in an instant.

He roared: "You are a witch! Your Majesty will destroy your three clans!"

An Lun smiled and said: "My mother knelt down and begged them to take in my sister, but those so-called relatives refused to reach out. Since then, I have no relatives."

Yan Dajian hoped that someone would break in, but now there was no sound outside, obviously waiting.

They are waiting for the results of the 'trial'.

Yan Dajian felt cold in his heart. He knew that he was finished.

Even if he is rescued, the emperor will have his past investigated thoroughly.

His past flashed through his mind like a lantern, and then his face turned pale.

I am dead!

An Lun's voice was lowered, a little confusing.

"The Taoist priest performed a magic on the iron rod, which can make your soul fly away, and your descendants will be slaves for generations... You have a granddaughter... I heard that you love her very much... She will live and give birth to countless children..."

"No!"

Yan Dajian subconsciously begged: "Please let her go, she is still a child!"

"Then isn't my sister a child?"

An Lun said coldly: "Yan Dajian, God is watching you!"

Bang!

The Jinyiwei on the roof was ordered to poke a hole in the roof, ready to observe the situation inside.

The skylight shone straight down from the roof.

The light column flickered slightly, and countless dust was flying inside, as if countless little people were dancing and calling inside...

An Lun stared at the flying dust in the light column in a daze, and then the light column disappeared, and the hole was covered by an eye on the roof.

He lowered his head slightly and sighed, "What are you thinking about?"

Tears fell from Yan Dajian's eyes, and he begged, "Let my son go! Please."

"Yan Chunhui?"

Yan Dajian nodded and smiled, "I will bear all the sins."

An Lun sighed softly, and the sound seemed to come from the Netherworld.

"That's the culprit!"

He walked in front of Yan Dajian, holding a slender iron rod in his right hand and slowly squatted down.

Yan Dajian screamed, "What are you going to do? You lunatic, what are you going to do?"

He felt that death was watching him from the side.

He panicked.

An Lun slowly raised his head, looked into Yan Dajian's eyes, and said, "For my mother."

He swung his right hand hard.

The iron rod pierced through the instep of Yan Dajian's left foot like lightning, and then deeply penetrated into the ground.

"Ah..."

The scream was shrill, and the Jinyiwei on the roof was startled, and then dodged.

The light column descended again.

An Lun squatted at the edge of the light column, quietly looking at Yan Dajian.

He still held three iron rods in his left hand. He slowly picked up one with his right hand and said, "For my mother."

He repeated this sentence again. The Jinyiwei who was about to come back to observe on the roof felt terrified and looked down.

Fang Xing was just outside the door. If he didn't move, no one could get in.

At the edge of the light column, An Lun stabbed the iron rod in his right hand hard.

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