beg for chivalry

When the big vitex hit the ground, he lost all feeling on his back.At first, there was a heart-piercing pain, and then there was an unpleasant tremor, and every tremor would bring down the bloody mud that became pulpy.

Yan Jiubian woke up from a coma, bobbing and sinking between the turbulent waves of severe pain and numbness.He glanced at the execution room with difficulty, there were earth walls everywhere, and the narrow skylight was several feet high from the ground, letting in a few beams of cold sky light.Gourds of all sizes and chisels hung on the wall, all stained with blood, and filled with a disgusting rotten smell.These instruments of torture are used to break the ladle and chisel the noodles, which can easily crush the human body into minced meat.

One after another corpses dragged past, all of them were Houtianlou assassins captured by Lei's family, and died after being tortured.

"Where are the people in Houtianlou hiding? Is it the capital, Qi province, or Jizhou?"

"What kind of character is Zuo Buzheng! What is the mental technique she cultivates?"

"Is it because of the Fire Snake Sutra that I came to rob and kill Lei's family this time, or because I want the life of Young Master Lei Yan?"

The news was poured down like a shower, and finally merged into a giant current that seemed to shake the world.Everyone held their blood-stained copper whips and shouted: "Say!" "Say!" "...Say!"

Yan Jiubian didn't say a word.He is very resistant to beatings, and everyone in Houtianlou can bear the whip, because compared to the constraints of the left, these are just flesh and blood pains.

But his breathing began to stop, and sometimes the violent pain seemed to make him fly out of his body.

The torturer couldn't stand it any longer, threw the thorn sticks and crossed his hands and said, "It's been a few days of beating, and this kid has never said anything. Anyway, he can't ask anything, so it's better to end it sooner."

Another person smiled grimly at the side: "This little boy is considered to be one of the captured people with complete limbs. If you don't ask who he is asking? I see that these are all flesh wounds, and he can live for a while."

Yan Jiubian's back was bloody and bloody, and the pain was unbearable.The fingers were bruised and purulent, which was caused by the hemp rope.The torturers poured water on him to wash away the blood on his body, then tied his hands and feet with iron chains, threw him on a cart with iron wheels, and pushed him around slowly.

Passing through the roundabout corridor, a gust of wind suddenly blew in front of him.I saw that the front of the eyes suddenly opened up, and the candlelight was shining faintly everywhere. Outside the execution room was an extremely weird underground palace.The stone ladder radiates across the high platform in the center like a spider web. On the platform stands the statues of three corpses. Peng Ju, Peng Zhi, and Peng Jian are like entangled and twisted meat worms, with horns and cow faces on their heads, looking down coldly.

This underground palace is just like a ghost prison, and there are many miserable screams, floating from the dark place.There are vertical and horizontal iron chains intertwined in the darkness, and huge iron cages are hung on the iron chains, and each cage holds the tortured person.Someone knelt on a red-hot iron, holding a few sticks of incense with both hands, and petitioned to the statue of the three corpses with a distorted expression. His flesh was burned without knowing it; pattern.

The man pushing the iron-wheeled cart patted Yan Jiubian's head, turned his neck around, and said excitedly: "Look, here are all your accomplices, the evil spirits of Houtianlou! We will treat you with The punishment is considered light, do you want to be like them?"

An assassin from Houtianlou was escorted in, but Lei's family tore off his clothes and pushed him into the red-hot iron corridor.The Iron Corridor is a huge passageway, which is like an extremely hot hell under the scorching fire.The assassin failed to escape from the inside alive, and his shrill screams shook the surroundings, and finally a scorched hand fell out at the end, which was melted by the hot iron corridor and stuck to the ground.

"Haha, do you want to go there?" The Lei family laughed harshly, pointing to the blood-stained instrument of torture.

Yan Jiubian didn't want to go, but he pursed his lips and said nothing.The more he resisted, the more willing they were to use this method to punish him.

"Then tell us all the secrets of Houtianlou, and we will let you go."

The throat was too dry, as if it was filled with blood.Yan Jiubian shook his head with difficulty, "No... okay."

"In that case, don't blame us!" Lei's family didn't mean to be disappointed, but they were very happy.While rubbing his palms, his eyes were shining brightly, as if he had been looking forward to tossing him from the very beginning.

The iron-wheeled cart was being pushed forward, and Yan Jiubian was in a daze.How long has he been locked up here?Three days, five days, half a month, or even a few months?There is no difference between day and night here, and there is only endless whipping pain.

Yan Jiubian was pushed into another cell, where there were many wooden stakes, and many bloody bodies were hung on each stake, and a stench of corruption hovered here.

Lei's family kicked him off the iron cart, muttered a few words with the torturer in the cell, and then went elsewhere.Yan Jiubian looked up and saw that most of the people tied up on the pile were captured Houtianlou assassins, some of them had their stomachs disemboweled and their internal organs flowed down to the soles of their feet; Misty, as if shrouded in a bleak mist.

The torturer lashed the man on the stake twice, probably at lunch time, then locked the cell and left.

The Clothes Ghost sat tremblingly in the corner, and saw that everyone had finger-thick nails on their hands, and they had suffered so much abuse.He had tortured others in the past, but he didn't expect it to be his turn today.

"...water... nine."

Suddenly, an assassin nailed to the stake spoke with difficulty, "Is...you?"

"Yes... I am." Yan Jiubian shuddered and looked at him, but couldn't bear to linger on the festering body. "You are... Shui Fourteen."

"...I'm going to... die." Shui Shisi said in a low voice, with fragments of viscera pouring out continuously from his mouth, "But there is something... I want to tell you."

Even vultures might be afraid of such a mass of carrion. Today's Shui Shishi is so miserable.But Yan Jiubian approached him without even frowning, and gently put his hands on his dirty face.

"Someone... issued an order... Zuozhuzhu...will definitely come...to save us." Shui Shisi said intermittently, his blood spread on the ground and formed a stream in the dark and narrow cell.

Yan Jiubian's numb heart twitched slightly.

"Really? Will the landlord from the left come to rescue us?"

A spark of hope rekindled in his heart, and he rushed forward eagerly and asked in front of Shui Shishi, "Are you telling the truth? She won't leave us in this dark place, will she?"

The torment and pain of the past few days seemed to be thrown away in an instant, Yan Jiubian's heart was beating wildly, and he was on the verge of fainting.

But Shui Shishi didn't make a sound, he died.His hands and feet hung limply, exuding a rancid smell all over his body, turning into a lifeless piece of meat.

A faint human voice came from the cell: "Believe it... Shui Jiu. We all believed that."

It was a skinny old assassin, his hands and feet were like sticks, and he was chained to a stake. He was one of the Mizube Assassins used as bait this time.Maybe it was because he looked really weak, and Lei's family didn't bother to interrogate him, so the injury was not serious.

The old assassin sighed: "Do you remember the sound of the happy bell? When the bell rang, Houtianlou Assassin's angelica knife was sheathed. The coordinator who will join you will come as scheduled and take you out of this tiger's den." Nest away."

"Will they come? Will they really come?" Yan Jiubian asked uneasily.

"Yes, your support person is like your left hand, your flesh and blood, your hand is inseparable from your body, and your flesh is inseparable from your bones. You two are in the same boat, life and death, so if anything happens, your support person will never ignore it "The old assassin sighed slightly, "I have been in Houtianlou for a long time, and I have never seen two people with the same heart, because it is difficult to sing alone."

Yan Jiubian was still uneasy, he thought of Jin Wu.That man's martial arts are really strong, but last time he was still seriously injured by Sheng Hearing, I don't know if he will be able to get away unscathed if he comes to rescue him.They are friends, this is what the two of them once promised in person.

When he was tied to a wooden stake, his palm was pierced by a spike, and he was severely whipped by a thorn, severe pain and sadness rushed to his heart.He was beaten, ravaged, and trampled, his wounds were hot and painful, and he was dazed, as if he had tasted all the pain in this world, but he still muttered Jin Wu's name in the pain of splitting liver and gallbladder.

"110 five!"

The torturer shouted loudly, the raised thorn was bloody, made a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and then slapped him mercilessly, "110 six!"

Yan Jiubian developed a high fever, he felt that his body seemed to be gradually decaying, perhaps maggots had grown in the wound, and his body was becoming a moth-eaten nest.His lips were chapped, and he groaned slightly with the whipping.

Lei's family members gathered around and laughed: "I still don't want to say it!" "How long have you been beating? How hard is this person's bones?"

They looked at Yan Jiubian with distaste and interest. The assassin seemed to them to be blood-stained and stinky. His eyes looked dark and dull, but sometimes he burst into anger for some reason.

Someone with sharp eyes said, "His lips are moving, what is he talking about, is he finally willing to say it?"

Yan Jiubian was nailed to a stake, with his head down, muttering something.However, with such an airy appearance, people couldn't tell what he said.

The field of vision in front of his eyes was blood-stained red, probably due to blood coming out of his eyes, otherwise it was pitch black.During these days, he seemed to be in an endless night, and he could not see a ray of sky anywhere.He often thought that he heard the crisp sound of the joy bell, but when he turned his head, he saw the earth wall standing tall and narrow, imprisoning him from all around.

But he was still waiting for the bell to ring, maybe after the happy bell, the Raksha ghost would descend from the sky just like the rainy night in Zhongzhou, and save him from the shadow of swords and swords.

The torturer leaned forward and put his ear close to his lips, suddenly disappointed.Yan Jiubian's eyes were blank and he was exhausted.His voice was hoarse and weak, but he murmured persistently and desperately over and over again:

"Jin Wu, save me... Jin Wu..."

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