After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Meng Qisui sat upright on the armchair, his eyes without any warmth. He tilted his head and nodded to the warden of the Dali Temple who was standing next to him.

"Let's get started, bring the prisoner."

The bear-looking prison warden of the Dali Temple clasped his hands slightly in front of Meng Qisui, then put one hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist and strode into the depths of the dungeon.

But after a moment, the sound of heavy shackles was getting closer and closer. The warden of Dali Temple dragged a prisoner with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, and a disgusting sour smell on his body. After arriving at the torture room, several jailers tied the prisoner to the execution rack neatly.

“Sir Meng, the prisoner is Chen, the third leader of the White Bone Mountain bandits, who robbed, raped, murdered, and trafficked in human beings.

The Baigushan bandits killed the entire family of the county magistrate who was going to take office in Li County. The prisoner Chen pretended to be the magistrate of Li County and after arriving in Li County, he directly looted the county treasury.

A total of 38,256 people were killed, and taels of government silver, jewelry, and other valuables were robbed...

Last year, the imperial court sent people to Baigushan to suppress the bandits, but they only captured the third bandit leader Chen, while the first and second bandit leaders escaped.

"How long has the criminal Chen been under trial?"

"Today is the third day."

"It's been three days, and the bones are still pretty hard."

Meng Qisui looked indifferently at Chen who was tied to the execution rack. His eyes, like an ice knife, moved across Chen's body until they stopped at the pair of Chen's hands that were still intact.

“Being able to impersonate a county magistrate, it seems he must have studied for a few years.

It's a pity that it's better to read it into a dog's stomach. Since my hands are useless, I'll just leave them there."

Upon hearing the order from their superior, two skilled prison guards forcibly pulled up Chen's sleeves.

A jailer fixed Chen's left hand to the rack next to the execution stand, while another jailer took out a thin iron stick longer than an adult's palm.

The tip of the skewer was obviously polished deliberately, it was sharp and thin, and there were some purple-black blood stains on it.

The jailer holding the skewer slowly, slowly inserted the tip of the skewer into the gap between Chen's thumb nails as his eyes widened. The expression on Chen's face instantly distorted.

"what……"

As the jailer deliberately slowed down his movements, Chen could no longer hold back and wailed.

Under the horrified gazes of the Water Conservancy Commissioner of the Ministry of Works and the Sun couple, the jailer slowly exerted force with his hands, and in the spreading blood, a nail was separated from the finger bit by bit until it fell intact on the table.

After taking a look at the intact nail piece that had fallen on the table without any signs of breakage, the jailer inserted the iron stick into the gap between Chen's second nail.

At this time, the entire dungeon was silent except for the shrill screams of the tortured criminal Chen, which were getting louder and louder. Excessive fear made Du Shuijian and Sun feel that they could no longer make any sound in their throats, and they could only watch the bloody scene in front of them silently.

"I confessed. I confessed everything..."

When the jailer in charge of the execution pried open the ninth fingernail of the criminal Chen, Chen, whose throat was so hoarse that he could not even shout, was barely able to breathe. He could only speak in a voice as loud as a mosquito, like a frog with bulging eyes.

Raising his chin slightly, Meng Qisui signaled the jailer to stop the execution.