The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

"Wow--"

A bucket of freezing cold water was poured over the assassin tied to the rack, and the chill came out.

In the cold and damp interrogation room, there was only a pot of red-hot charcoal fire lit where Lu Qingxiao was sitting.

The assassin on the rack was trembling all over and almost didn't have the strength to even look up at people.

Looks intact.

But those who have been in jail these days have realized that there is no good meat left on the assassin's body.

"cold?"

Lu Qingxiao raised his eyes and looked at the person on the rack, and said coldly: "Then change a bucket of hot water."

"Add enough coarse salt to dissolve it."

"Don't let it get too warm and you fall asleep."

The tied-up assassin looked at Lu Qingxiao with a resentful look when he heard this, and the blood at the corners of his mouth was fresh.

Lu Qingxiao saw the assassin's eyes and didn't care.

"I've seen this kind of look many times. You are a dying man, and you pose no threat at all."

This casual remark caused the assassin's expression to change.

Lu Qingxiao picked up the teacup, scraped the tea foam slowly, and frowned slightly: "This tea is a little bit bad."

"Just right for feeding the dog."

He flipped his hand and splashed it all on the assassin's face.

The assassin didn't care about much at this moment. He had not eaten or drunk anything since he was caught.

He licked the tea from his lips, which still tasted of his own blood.

Lu Qingxiao glanced at the guard next to him and urged his colleague who was stirring the hot water and salt.

The young guard quickly mixed the water, picked up the bucket and walked to the rack.

He felt that it was not high enough, so he asked someone to put a bench under him and he stepped on it.

Pour a bucket of hot water mixed with salt over your head!

The assassin groaned, obviously being severely stimulated.

The freezing cold water has already chilled my heart, and hot water can warm my body temperature.

But Lu Qingxiao had someone mix coarse salt into it, which irritated his wound and caused it to hurt severely.

It only took the little guard time to get down from the long bench when the assassin's face turned pale with pain.

Lu Qingxiao stood up slowly, walked in front of the assassin and stood still.

In front of the assassin, he selected a branding iron that had not been burned yet and pressed it against his neck.

The assassin was still groaning in pain.

Lu Qingxiao's action successfully made him start to feel fear.

This person... this Lu Qingxiao is even scarier than the devil!

From the moment he entered the interrogation room of the Gyeonggi Garrison, he had been subjected to endless torture.

Lu Qingxiao said each item in front of him and then implemented it on him.

No matter how strong the assassin's mind is, he cannot resist this kind of killing method of cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

Lu Qingxiao exerted a little force on his hand and poked the branding iron hard into the assassin's neck.

The assassin opened his mouth, but only groans of pain came out, as if the sound was forced out.

Lu Qingxiao tilted his head and asked, "How long has it been since this torture device was changed?"

"Commander-in-chief, it has not been changed." The young guard said very actively.

Lu Qingxiao glanced at him sideways, his eyes slightly cold: "What's your name?"

"I am Fang Ye."

Lu Qingxiao nodded, his eyes fell on the assassin's neck, and said, "How long will it take to burn the iron to brand one here?"

Fang Ye immediately said: "Your subordinates can add more charcoal fire, and don't need to use a stick of incense."

Lu Qingxiao nodded and threw the soldering iron to Fang Ye: "It's burned through."

"Got it!"

Fang Ye steadily caught the branding iron that Lu Qingxiao threw to him and poked it directly into the fire.

In the quiet torture room, the only sounds were the assassin's breathing and the crackling of the charcoal fire.

Lu Qingxiao was not in a hurry at all, and even picked up a book to read.

As Fang Yejia's charcoal fire grew hotter and hotter, the soldering iron soon became red hot.

Fang Ye felt it was a little hot when he held it, so he turned around and said immediately, "Sir, it's done!"

Lu Qingxiao looked up from the book and said, "It was quite fast."

Fang Ye also specially took a set of leather cloth and quickly wrapped the other end of the soldering iron.

Lu Qingxiao stood up and glanced at Fang Ye as he gripped the soldering iron handle: "You are a capable person. Stay with me from now on."

Fang Ye was immediately overjoyed, with a happy smile on his face: "Thank you, sir!"

"I will do my best until my death, and follow your lead!"

Before Fang Ye could finish his words, Lu Qingxiao walked towards the assassin step by step with a red-hot iron in his hand.

Just as the branding iron was about to hit the assassin's neck, the assassin suddenly shouted, "Lu Qingxiao!"

"Hmm?" Lu Qingxiao looked at him coldly: "Anything else to say?"

The assassin said angrily, "You just do it without asking me who sent you?!"

Lu Qingxiao looked at the assassin in confusion, then looked at the guards behind him, "Didn't I ask?"

The guards thought about it very seriously and shook their heads in unison: "You didn't ask."

Lu Qingxiao understood, and his eyes showed curiosity: "Oh...then will you admit it?"

Assassin: "Oh, I won't admit it... Ugh!!!!"

Before the assassin could finish his words, Lu Qingxiao had already poked the assassin's collarbone with a stick.

The scalding iron burned the man's flesh, and the assassin let out a cruel scream.

Lu Qingxiao raised his eyebrows: "I thought you would be honest, but I didn't expect you to be so strong-willed."

The assassin was almost out of breath, and his eyes were about to roll back.

The collarbone is closer to the face than other parts of the body, giving it a very threatening feel.

The skin is thinner, and blood will come out almost immediately when the iron is applied.

The smell of blood and flesh rushed directly into the assassin's nostrils. It was the most torture he had ever imagined in his life!

Lu Qingxiao is indeed a demon god!

Seeing that the assassin was breathing out less than breathing in, Lu Qingxiao threw the branding iron in his hand into the bucket.

The water in the barrel even boiled.

Lu Qingxiao said: "Remove the jaw, take out the tongue and cut it a few times."

"I won't do anything, I'll just give you some practice with the knife."

Lu Qingxiao said this lightly, and immediately two guards approached.

He said it so casually, but the assassin only felt a pain in his tongue and he immediately felt fear.

He said in panic and pain, "No, no! I confess! I confess!"

Lu Qingxiao turned around and looked at him fiercely.

The assassin hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, Miss Si Bi, who is beside Princess Wei, gave me a large sum of money."

Lu Qingxiao's eyes were slightly cold: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure! It's her!" The assassin said, "I, I followed her."

Lu Qingxiao looked cold and glanced at Fang Ye.

Fang Ye immediately took out a pen and ink and asked about the details of the assassin.

The assassin was halfway through his words when he suddenly looked at Lu Qingxiao: "I've already said it, can you save my life?"

Lu Qingxiao walked out without looking back.

Only Fang Ye stood beside the charcoal fire and said coldly: "As a prisoner, you have no right to negotiate terms."

The assassin regretted his decision again.

Fang Ye suddenly smiled and said, "I advise you to tell the truth, and I will happily leave you with an intact body."

"Otherwise, our Lord has plenty of means."