The Record of Righteousness

Looking at Huang Zunzhu who was lying on the ground, Wan Qing frowned.

This guy was so fat and strong that he couldn't stand a beating. He couldn't even take an appetizer before the main meal.

He slammed the gavel on the table and said coldly:

"If you confess, you will suffer less."

"Tell the truth about you and Gao Liu, the head of the village, colluding with southern merchants to smuggle grain and grass to Bai Lian!"

"This official... This official is wronged..."

Wan Qing leaned his arms on the table, took a breath, and said strangely:

"You should have known the methods of the East Factory when you were the prefect before?"

"I have been in the East Factory for a year and a half. I can make a dead person alive with torture."

"But you are so stubborn. Put the clamps on him."

After the voice fell, two yamen runners came up and put the clamps on Huang Zunzhu's fat white hands.

The two yamen runners changed positions.

Each of them held a wooden stick in their hands for exertion, and the wooden stick was penetrated by two red ropes.

The next moment, the two yamen runners gritted their teeth, bent over and pulled the wooden stick in their hands.

With a creak, the gap between the clamps on Huang Zunzhu's hands narrowed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

A pig-killing wail resounded throughout the yamen.

The clamps were removed, and Huang Zunzhu's fat, white, tender hands were sunken and deformed, and the bones were almost broken.

His ten fingers were blocked from bleeding, and they were black and purple from being clamped. The slightest movement was painful.

Wan Qing shouted:

"Huang Zunzhu, do you confess or not?"

Huang Zunzhu would naturally not confess. It would be better if he didn't confess, but he would suffer alone.

If he confessed, his entire clan would be implicated. He had been in the officialdom for many years, so he knew this truth.

He just secretly made up his mind not to confess even if he was beaten to death.

"I, I am wronged..."

"Okay, so tough! Come on, give this traitor a ten-finger heart-piercing method, let us see how tough this guy is!"

After the voice fell, a yamen runner hurriedly brought a wooden tray.

On it were densely packed and neatly arranged embroidery needles of various lengths and thicknesses.

The only thing in common was that these needles were all stained with a layer of scarlet.

That was left over from the previous punishment of the prisoner.

The so-called ten-finger heart-piercing is exactly what it means.

It is to pierce the embroidery needles into the fingers of the criminals one by one.

The ten-finger heart is not a random saying.

The tortured person is often in so much pain that he only wants to die quickly, his liver and gallbladder are torn, the pain is excruciating, and the filth is unconsciously drowned.

This kind of punishment is mostly used for female prisoners, but today it is used on the former prefect.

Wan Qing told the two yamen runners:

"First, pick ten needles with sharp tips and pierce them, and then pull them out after half an incense stick."

"Then pick the needles with blunt tips and slowly pierce each finger with one."

"This guy's hand has just been injured by the clamp, and the blocked blood has just begun to flow back, and the consciousness is slowly recovering. Seizing this opportunity to pierce the fingers will be ten thousand times more painful than usual."

The two yamen runners said yes, but they were old hands.

This is the first time I have heard this eunuch talk about such a torturous method.

"Don't blame me, Master Huang, we are just following orders..."

The two men gritted their teeth and raised Huang Zunzhu's drooping hands.

Take out a half-foot long sharp silver needle from the plate, narrow your eyes and stare at one of the fingers.

The two embroidery needles are inserted into the gaps between the thumbs of the two hands, and the two yamen runners swallow their saliva and then take other needles to pierce the remaining fingers.

Instantly, with a howl, Huang Zunzhu's hands began to tremble.

Ten embroidery needles were inserted into the flesh and blood in his hands, and the black blood that had just been injured by the clamp spread out.

Blood dripped down the silver needles, and the ten nails were soaked in red.

After a while, the two yamen runners carefully and slowly pulled out the ten blood needles.

This pull made Huang Zunzhu's soul go up to the ninth heaven, but suddenly fell into the oil pan of the eighteenth level of hell. It was like experiencing the torture of tongue pulling hell. Ten needles were already sweating profusely.

Huang Zunzhu didn't know that this was just the beginning. The two yamen runners picked up a thicker silver needle with a blunt needle.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huang..."

The two yamen runners pinched Huang Zunzhu's finger dripping with blood, aimed the needle at the tiny blood hole between the fingers, and began to slowly pierce it.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!"

The blunt silver needle pierced into the flesh and blood violently, almost opening Huang Zunzhu's fingernails!

After a moment, the two thick silver needles penetrated deep into the fingers and poked straight in!

But his two thumbs were stretched straight by the iron needles, and a black lacquered needle body like an earthworm was visible to the naked eye, tightly stretched under the flesh and protruding.

This was only two fingers that were pierced, and there were still eight fingers left. The two yamen runners followed suit and pierced the remaining fingers.

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, Huang Zunzhu rolled his eyes and his body was out of control.

Each of his ten fingers was pierced by a nail-like needle, and he was so ferocious that he couldn't move. Filth and urine came out, and a disgusting smell spread everywhere.

The other officers covered their noses, their backs were numb, and they were scared to get goose bumps.

Wan Qing took out a handkerchief and covered his nose, looking at the muddy Huang Zunzhu with disgust, and felt quite happy when he heard his screams.

Things change!

Huang Zunzhu, oh Huang Zunzhu, you have come to this day? !

Wan Qing calmed down and said leisurely:

"Huang thief, I will give you another chance, do you want to do it?"

At this moment, Huang Zunzhu seemed to have fainted from the pain, lying on the ground with his lips trembling, unable to speak.

"Um... Um..."

Wan Qing was not anxious when he saw this.

He thought:

Thanks to you, Huang Zunzhu, for being stubborn!

If you don't confess, it will be what we want, and we can torture you a few more times for fun.

If he confesses in a few strokes, what's the point?

He just laughed and said:

"How dare you pretend in front of us?!"

Then he ordered the yamen runners on both sides:

"Go get a knife, and get a bucket of water, add more salt and hot water to the water, and bring it to us immediately after boiling."

"Yes!"

The two yamen runners nodded and bowed, and left like flying.

A moment later, one of them came in with a small knife for bleeding on a tray, and the other came in with a bucket of boiling water with heat.

Wan Qing nodded, looked at everyone, and asked:

"Who among you has the best knife skills?"

One of the short, thin and dark yamen runners gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

"To answer your question, sir, I used to be a pig butcher, and I think I have excellent knife skills."

"Okay, then I'll leave this job to you."

"You have to do whatever I say, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

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