Zhuang Zhiyi

In a room ten feet long and wide, there are some instruments of torture and various torture racks on display. Several braziers have been set up in the room, and the lights illuminate the room red. In such a room, people should feel warm and hot. , but it just makes people feel the chills behind the hurricane, as if there are gusts of wind blowing.

At this time, Yin Longyuan's body had spread out into big characters and was buckled on the torture rack. His back was covered with criss-cross whip marks, his face was pale, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the suppressed and shallow urges overflowed from his throat from time to time.Standing behind him, the torturer was waving his whip one after another regularly, blood and flesh splashed every time the whip fell, and Yin Longyuan's body trembled with each blow of the torturer.After an unknown period of time, Yin Longyuan listened to the wind of the whip blowing towards him, his eyes began to loosen, and his consciousness became blurred.

"Steward, he has passed out." The executioner put away the whip in his hand, and said to Xiao Jiyan who was drinking tea sitting on the viewing platform in a cold and respectful voice.

Xiao Jiyan looked gloomy, looked coldly at the person on the rack and said in a deep voice, "Wake him up."

"Yes"

A person beside him quickly picked up a bucket of water and poured it on Yin Longyuan. His bloody body was washed clean by the bucket of water, and the ground immediately became a pool of blood.The salt water soaked into the torn flesh, a heart-burning pain poured into the whole body instantly, and the body that was firmly erected twitched in pain.Yin Longyuan raised the blue veins on his neck, his brows were tightly frowned, and his mouth was slightly opened, but he was choking on his breath and couldn't make a sound. His pale face was covered with cold sweat from pain or splashed salt water. .For a long time, I don't know whether his body has gone numb from the pain, or the pain has subsided. I saw that he didn't have the big reaction just now, but his body was trembling slightly, his head was hanging down weakly, and he was panting slightly with his mouth slightly open.

Xiao Jiyan walked up to Yin Longyuan and raised Yin Longyuan's drooping head with a whip.Looking coldly at Yin Longyuan's lifeless and drooping face, he asked sharply, "Do you remember? Where is the eldest son now? When did you start conspiring with the eldest son to betray the lord?"

Yin Longyuan was forced to raise his head, looked at Xiao Jiyan weakly, then lowered his eyes, his lips trembled for a long time, and then he said hoarsely: "I don't know..."

Xiao Jiyan's gloomy face suddenly darkened a little, his cold eyes showed anger, and the hostility oozing from his whole body made the bodies of the people around him tense involuntarily, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

"Hmph~ dog, you've learned to be loyal! I see when you're going to say that?!" Xiao Jiyan mocked angrily.

"Come on, put on the iron sand."

Xiao Jiyan was satisfied to see Yin Longyuan's body froze, and a trace of fear filtered through his lowered eyes, and he sneered mockingly: "Hmph~ Are you afraid? It's too late to say it now."

However, Yin Longyuan's body just stiffened for a moment, and soon he relaxed, his head was forced to lift up, but his eyes were lowered and calm, as if the trace of fear was a human illusion, and he remained silent.Xiao Jiyan resentfully put away the whip in his hand, sat back on the armchair, squinted his eyes at the person with his head bowed on the torture rack, and then raised his hand to the person beside him as a signal.

After a while, the people in the execution hall brought up an iron frame, and a black pot filled with iron sand was hung in the iron frame, and then people started to heat the iron pot with a fire.The iron sand was rapidly heated by the raging fire.The executioner was about to put Yin Longyuan on another rack, when the guard outside the door suddenly walked in and said something beside Xiao Jiyan, Xiao Jiyan frowned slightly, and looked at the two people beside Yin Longyuan Signal to wait.

Turning to the guard who sent the message, he said, "Let him in."

The guard who sent the message backed out, and after a while, the door opened again and a person walked in quickly, walked up to Xiao Jiyan, knelt down on one knee respectfully, and said: "My subordinate, Yin Pojun, pay my respects to Manager Xiao."

"Well, get up." Xiao Jiyan raised his head slightly to signal him.After Yin Pojun got up, he asked, "Deacon Zheng asked you to come? What's the matter?"

Yin Pojun replied in a low and respectful voice: "Return to the steward, the subordinate is ordered by the deacon to pass on the message. The deacon said that steward Xiao does not need to torture and interrogate Yin Longyuan anymore, please steward Xiao to torture Yin Longyuan. There will be other punishments."

Xiao Jiyan looked at Yin Pojun and frowned slightly, "There is no need to interrogate? Use a soul-stripping needle?"

Yin Pojun raised his head and looked at Xiao Jiyan, then lowered his head and replied: "Yes. The deacon also said that in three days, all the people from the Shadow Pavilion in the village will go back to the Shadow Pavilion to watch their punishment."

After listening to Yin Pojun's words, Xiao Jiyan frowned, looked at the person in front of him with cold eyes and doubts, and fell into deep thought without making a sound.

Xiao Jiyan was very puzzled, Zheng Jiuyang was the person in charge of the Shadow Pavilion, but he never asked about the matter of the punishment hall in the pavilion, and let himself handle it.Some people can't figure out why they sent someone to deliver this order at this time, and they are still traitors who have committed serious crimes against the Shadow Pavilion.Although the soul-stripping needle is considered a form of torture in the Shadow Pavilion, there is no need to interrogate, this is not Zheng Jiuyang's usual style at all, is it? !Do you still think about the relationship between master and apprentice?The doubts in Xiao Jiyan's heart are getting bigger and bigger.He looked expressionlessly at the person who was on the rack with his head lowered as if he had fallen into a coma again.

After a while, he said to the subordinates beside him: "Come here, torture the soul needle."

The subordinates beside him stepped back to take the torture tools.Yin Pojun stood respectfully in front of Xiao Jiyan with his head down. After hearing Xiao Jiyan's words, he secretly raised his head to look at Xiao Jiyan, thought for a while and said, "Boss Xiao, the deacon also said... Yin Longyuan must be allowed to I will live until the day of execution three days later."

Hearing this, Xiao Jiyan looked up at Yin Pojun, then at Yin Longyuan on the torture rack, then glanced at the soul-stripping needle he had brought out, and after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "Bring it, I will personally Execution."

After hearing Xiao Jiyan's words, the people in the execution hall were a little surprised. Their head steward hadn't personally executed for a long time.After Yin Pojun heard it, he immediately felt relieved.

Before the execution rack, Xiao Jiyan raised his hand to touch Yin Longyuan's veins, and felt that Yin Longyuan's breathing was chaotic, he was short of energy and blood, and had internal injuries.With a sullen face, he glanced at the "soul-struggling needle" in the hands of his subordinates beside him, raised Yin Longyuan's drooping head, and looked at his pale face, which was almost collapsed.

He couldn't help thinking that if the people in the execution hall were to execute the sentence, Yin Longyuan would die if he couldn't get three needles.Even if he was given life-saving medicine to make him survive the acupuncture, he might not be able to last for three days.Thinking of Yin Pojun's words just now, he was a little angry, he didn't want to punish him and stop interrogating him, but he turned a corner and forced himself to execute the torture himself.

With suppressed anger in his eyes, he stared at Yin Longyuan with a gloomy face, and told the people around him: "Take a Xinxin Pill and take it for him first."

After Yin Longyuan swallowed the pill, Xiao Jiyan infused some more qi to protect Yin Longyuan's heart veins. After confirming that Yin Longyuan's inner breath had stabilized, he took a soul-struggling needle, and first stabbed Yin Longyuan's shoulders slowly and steadily. Jing acupoint, and then pierced the Yingchuang acupoint on the chest, Zhangmen acupoint under the armpit, and Mingmen acupoint on the lumbar spine.Finally, pull out the needle in the Jianjing point.After everything was done, he turned around and sat back on the execution platform, looking at Yin Longyuan coldly.

Yin Pojun, who was standing in the distance, watched Xiao Jiyan torture Yin Longyuan seemingly indifferently, but in fact he was very worried.The few injections Xiao Jiyan gave were all the vital points of the human body. A needle of one inch and seven points can be fatal, and one inch and three points of it can save lives.

The Soul Soothing Needles of Shadow Pavilion are all penetrating one inch and five cents. This size will not kill the victim, but it will make the victim's body extremely painful.Moreover, the soul-struggling needles in the Shadow Pavilion are somewhat different from ordinary silver needles.The Suohun needle is shaped like a needle, but there are three small needles at the lower end, with sharp barbs attached to the needles.After the needle penetrates the skin, it will be tightly buckled in the flesh. Whether it is inserted or pulled out, life is worse than death for the tortured.The longer the needle is in the body, the greater the pain.Therefore, the Soul Needle can be regarded as a torture that everyone in the Shadow Pavilion fears.

Yin Pojun looked at Yin Longyuan at this time, his face was already pale with pain, his face was covered with cold sweat, his bound body was trembling with pain, his pale lips were trembling, and his throat overflowed from time to time.Yin Pojun's seemingly calm eyes were full of unbearable emotion.

However, based on Yin Longyuan's current situation, Yin Pojun speculated that Xiao Jiyan probably did not insert the needle at one inch and five points as required, but instead inserted the needle at about one inch and four points.With Yin Longyuan's current body, with a needle penetrating an inch and a half, he would definitely not be able to hold on for three days.However, although the needle is about one inch and four minutes long, the pain will be doubled, but it can hang one's life.In this way, Yin Longyuan can definitely endure for three days.Moreover, the Jianjing acupoint also has the effect of paralysis, so Yin Longyuan will not feel too much pain at this time.

Yin Pojun was amazed in his heart, only Xiao Jiyan, the Chief Steward of the Criminal Hall, could do such exquisite acupuncture.No wonder Master forced him to execute the sentence himself.

Xiao Jiyan sat on the armchair drinking tea, observed Yin Longyuan quietly, and after seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, he ordered: "Take him into the dungeon and watch him carefully. Get the needle after three days."

"Yes, steward. The subordinates will understand."

Xiao Jiyan nodded, turned to look at Yin Pojun who was standing beside him respectfully and asked, "Is the deacon in the Shadow Pavilion?"

"Yes, the deacon is in the Shadow Pavilion."

"Well. I'll go back with you."

"Yes."

Xiao Jiyan then got up and went out first, Yin Pojun turned his head and glanced hastily, after Yin Longyuan was carefully set up and taken into the dungeon, he hurriedly followed out.

The author has something to say:

It's really hard to write this sentence! ~~o(>_<)o~~

Huh~~~ I finally finished writing this punishment.

Uh~~ Is it a bit cruel to be abusive? ~~~~(>_<)~~~~