At the Celestial Dungeon,
as Xiao Ran and the other two escorted Daoist Priest Xuan Yang inside, the lieutenant came up to them anxiously. "My Lord, what brings you here?"
Shen Yiming said, "I have something important to do."
They tied him to the metal frame in one of the cells.
"Where's the tax money?" Shen Yiming shouted.
"At the Predestiny Bridge," Daoist Priest Xuan Yang answered honestly.
"Nonsense! There's a lot of traffic on Predestiny Bridge, and it's a downtown area. How could a hundred million taels of tax money be hidden there without anyone knowing?"
"I'm not lying, honest!"
"Hmph! You're still refusing to account for this even when you are in this situation now. Looks like you won't tell the truth unless I skin you alive!" Shen Yiming's face turned ominous.
Little Zhou was very observant. He brought the entire set of torture devices and threw it on the ground.
