Duan Zhishaohua

The prison door is closed, only shouting and cursing can be heard.

It stands to reason that after so many severe punishments, there is nothing to be afraid of another Prince Jing.Others don't know, so does Zhao Qian.Just relying on the intuition that has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, the methods of the Prince Jing in front of him are definitely not ordinary.

He kicked hard, and didn't feel the pain when his fingers were pulled. In short, he didn't want these jailers to get close to him.

The yelling and cursing went from high to low, and the jailers naturally wouldn't allow him to be so reckless, they had already stepped forward and pressed his body, grabbed his foot and were about to stuff it into the boot.

As the spittle flew, the more Zhao Qian struggled, the tighter the binding force on his fingers became.The blood swelled in the finger, and gradually turned purple.

It can be said that there was chaos, but Pei Jing showed no anger.

Duan Shaohua frowned at him in bewilderment, glanced at him from the side, only to see that the color of the instrument of torture also faded in his face.

"Wait." Seeing that the boots were about to be put on Zhao Qian's feet, he heard a stop.

Everyone looked sideways, only to see Yuan Jiazhang stepping forward slowly and snatching the pair of boots lightly with one hand.

Just now, he surpassed Lord Shangshu, and now he still makes his own claims.

Just as he was about to reprimand him for being bold, he saw Yuan Jiazhang used the boots, knelt down and put the soles of the boots on a brazier to bake.

His face became heavy, as if he had inhaled the lick of the tongue of fire.In the eyes of many pairs, they all saw a dark area, which slowly turned to red.

It's like branding the prisoner, but turning the usual place on the chest to the soles of the feet.

It wasn't until the soles of the boots were burnt red that they left the brazier.

Yuan Jiazhang finally raised his head, and because he was leaning on the brazier, his face was also reddened in layers.

"My lord." He said through the bitter heat, "I'm humble and bold to guess, my lord has a kind heart, and I'm afraid it's not enough to reward you with only a pair of boots. If you can warm your whole body, that would be great."

It is for this reason that pig iron is used as the base.

"This humble job will offer the prince's heart."

Yuan Jiazhang held his boots in each hand, followed by two guards on the left and right.This time, he didn't give Zhao Qian the slightest retreat.

Zhao Qian dangled those ten fingers, and then the only point of strength was restrained again.He kicked and yelled, and couldn't help but struggle with his arms.The hemp rope was deeply pulled into the flesh, tightly binding the living blood, and it was so deep purple that it hit the eyes.

Yuan Jiazhang was also kicked a few times, so he took advantage of the situation and grabbed Zhao Qian's leg and held it tightly.Put on the boots, stretch the boots and put them down.

A few traces of forest red came out from inside, and the eyes of all the people present widened.A pair of long boots with several spikes tightly arranged inside.

This time, even Zhao Qian changed color.

But Yuan Jiazhang, who was holding the boots, couldn't see it. He grabbed Zhao Qian's foot, pulled it hard, and pressed it down firmly.

At that moment, all Zhao Qian's struggles were stopped.His eyes stared like cowbells, and a scream broke out from his throat, like the howling of yellow sand outside the Great Wall, as fierce as the cry of an evil ghost.

Duan Shaohua was panicked by the scream, and looked at Zhao Qian's bottom, blood was flowing all over the place.

With the combination of fire and bone-piercing nails, Pei Jing would have come up with such a method.

When both of Zhao Qian's feet were put into the boots, the scream was enough to topple the roof of the prison.

The red nails seemed to be melted into the flesh, and the gurgling blood was poured on the red hot iron, making a sizzling sound.

The screams were mixed with the sound of boiling blood, which made everyone's scalp go numb.

Zhao Qian couldn't help struggling under the severe pain, and his fingers were bloody when he was pulled vigorously, but his hands and feet could not get rid of the shackles anywhere.

As far as the naked eye can see, only the skin and flesh of his fingers are separated, and the flesh and bones of Bai Sen are hidden.

Pei Jing saw all this in his eyes, and said with a slight smile: "The so-called hero is just like that."

Then, he turned to the other assassin who was already pale with shock, "Well, you have to give this real hero a try."

The assassin twitched his lips, but still refused to make a sound.

Pei Jing shifted his gaze to Zhao Qian again, and said with a sinister smile: "If you want to leave, it's really easy, just tear off the hemp rope, and the world will follow you."

During the ridicule, blood spread again.

With the smell of blood in his nose, Duan Shaohua's face was already pale.

Prince Jing's move was not at all trying to interrogate a prisoner, he was clearly taking human life as a trifling matter.It was, exactly like having fun.

Inch-inch iron nails were embedded in Zhao Qian's leg, and every slight movement would be excruciatingly painful.But the guards on both sides grabbed his legs and pressed them fiercely. Besides the blood, there was also a scorching stench.

This time, Yuan Jiazhang took the lead, took the hemp rope, and wrapped it tightly around the boots, leaving a bright red color, just like squeezing water in a sponge.

The so-called horrible, that is.

Duan Shaohua's eyes and ears are clear, so he can't sit still.

He couldn't help trembling, as if the burning and heartache were about to fall on him in the next moment.

Prince Jing is vicious and cruel, and he is really terrified.

His fingertips had already started to go numb, he couldn't stay there for a moment, he got up abruptly and was about to leave.

But someone became a prophet, Duan Shaohua's body was grabbed by his wrist as soon as he left the chair.

With a swift force, he grabbed the bone and pulled Duan Shaohua to sit down again.

"My lord." He trembled, trying not to let himself hear the scream.

"What's the rush?" Pei Jing squinted at him, "This king said, you are also in it."

He tremblingly wanted to refute, but suddenly, the more he screamed, an incomparably clear sound came to his ears, causing the eardrums to throb and hurt.

Frightened, he looked for the sound.

Zhao Qian was really covered in blood all over his body, his ten fingers were getting longer and longer in severe pain, and the bones were clearly visible.

The two fingers on the right hand had been pulled to the limit, and the phalanges were broken.Two gleaming fleshy fingers were hanging from the hemp rope, bloody and bloody, extremely glaring under the firelight.

Those present, even the jailer, who was used to seeing bloody wounds, couldn't help trembling.

With the red finger marks in his eyes, the pain seemed to spread to himself.Duan Shaohua's face turned pale in an instant, he was completely cold from head to toe, his stomach hurt sharply, and sour water surged up one after another.

Unable to bear it any longer, he bent down and vomited out the contents of his belly with a "wow", and almost fell to his knees on the ground, shivering.

The binding force on his wrist was still there, which made him even more frightened.

Duan Shaohua was finally released, and turned to look at others, especially Lord Shangshu, his fleshy face was already white, his lips were trembling, and he had to hold back his fear desperately.

It is enough to say that he is calm, except for Prince Jing, Yuan Jiazhang is the only one.

The screams continued, and then turned into low hoarseness.

Pei Jing knew that his energy was exhausted, he looked at the blood all over the ground, and then at Zhao Qian, "How is it, what did Zhao Yingxiong think of this time?"

At this time, everyone was looking forward to Zhao Qian's confession.

However, Zhao Qian could really bear the pain, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a miserable smile: "You are not as picky as a pig or a dog."

Hearing this obscenity, Pei Jing unexpectedly did not show any anger, and said with a smile: "It seems that this king is no match for him. Whoever can take on this important task will be rewarded by this king."

The prince gave out rewards, and those who offered rewards were also called tricky and insidious.

No one dared to answer, no one dared to answer, only the chattering of teeth.

In the end, it was Yuan Jiazhang who stood up.

"My lord." He half crouched and half kneeled, but raised his head boldly, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"There is a stupid way in a humble job, I just hope that the prince will not defile his ears."

Pei Jing clapped his palms, "Let's listen."

Yuan Jiazhang turned his head slightly, and his extremely cold and horrifying eyes suddenly fixed on Lord Shang Shu, as cold as if he wanted to cut a piece of flesh off him.

Fortunately, Master Shang Shu was looking down in disgust, so he didn't see it.

When Youyou looked back from Master Shangshu, Yuan Jiazhang's calm voice sounded, "Just in case, please use hemp walnuts."

The jailer complied decisively.

"As the lord said, these two assassins are poor and have so-called heroic spirit. Here is a way to crush the assassin's dream of being a hero."

After that, he glanced at the torture tools in the room, and said with a smile: "My lord knows that there is a special torture tool for punishing prostitutes, called wooden donkeys."

The so-called wooden donkey is also called a stab horse.It is made of a piece of wood in the shape of a donkey, and a thick pointed wooden stick is erected on the donkey's back.If a woman does not abide by women's morals and commits obscenity, she will be punished with this punishment.

"If the assassin still refuses to recruit, then clean his clothes, use the wooden donkey, go into his back/court, then nail the legs to the side of the wooden donkey with iron nails, and go parade in the street like this. At the same time, send A young guy, who wants to parade through the streets while shouting, "This is a disgraceful Jianghu hero, but the origin is unknown, so find someone to claim it." If you want to shout to the streets and alleys and make a sensation in the Jianghu, the origin of these two people will be clear. The words are also clear."

A few words added another level to the already extremely cold temperature.

Zhao Qian could hear it very clearly, especially wishing he could bite his tongue and kill himself.