Ah An felt that the pain in his body had reached the limit of what his body could endure, but the next wave of torture often made him realize that he was wrong again.
He couldn't even control the muscles in his throat and made some short, meaningless sounds.
But he did not beg for mercy. The lesson engraved in his bones told him that begging for mercy at this time would be useless and a waste of energy.
You have to endure it, no matter whether you can bear it or not.
The woman who was torturing him was only a few years older than him.
But like his master, he has extensive experience in torture and can create the greatest pain for the human body with the smallest injury.
She was calm and ruthless.
Repeated torture was applied to his body.
This is the worst possible situation, An thought to himself.
For a Deadpool, if he cannot kill himself in time after falling into the hands of his enemy, he hopes to at least die earlier.
The most terrifying thing is to fall into the hands of such a professional enemy like this.
He will torture you and make you unable to die. You can only endure the endless pain and beg for death to come soon.
So that they would not be easily forced to confess by the enemy after being captured alive.
Since they were young, the master personally punished them in various ways when they did something wrong.
Let their bodies be able to endure pain and get used to it.
This kind of punishment is not only physical torture, but also mental destruction.
Once, he failed, but Master Jie did nothing but handed him a small glass of wine.
That glass of wine made him see the real hell.
From then on, he never made a mistake or failed again.
Maybe I should be thankful that this person is only torturing my body. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Ah An's mouth.
"Not bad, you can still laugh. Am I too kind, not as kind as your Lord Jie from Song?"
The young woman reached out her bloody fingers, pinched his chin, and forced him to look up.
"It seems I need to be more serious." The expressionless demon said coldly.
An closed his eyes.
At this moment, he heard a strange rumbling sound.
It took him a moment to realize that it was the sound of a wheelchair rolling on the uneven stone floor in the prison.
"Miss Ajia, please show mercy. The master said that there is no need to interrogate her anymore."
"I have some private matters to ask him, I hope the young lady can help me."
"… "
Ah An vaguely heard a gentle male voice speaking, mixed with a few cold words from the woman.
Afterwards, someone took him down from the hanging state, bandaged his wounds as per the routine procedure to stop the bleeding, and dragged him back to his cell.
The rolling sound stopped in front of him.
An forced himself to open his eyes, and in front of him was a wooden wheelchair with a man sitting on it.
The man held a clay bowl filled with some incomprehensible soup. He bent down, his wide, soft sleeves falling to the dirty floor, and placed the bowl in front of him.
What does this mean? In the end, I still have to take some messed up potions. Ah An felt that his almost non-existent heart suddenly became sad.
Still, this torture is unavoidable.
He did not resist, and even raised his head to the bowl and drank the bitter medicine in one gulp.
He knew that resistance was pointless. The more submissive and numb he was, the less interested others would be in torturing him.
"This is medicine. It will be good for your injury." The man's gentle voice sounded.
An lay on the ground with his eyes closed. He didn't have the energy to figure out the man's purpose.
But his body didn't seem to have any special reaction. The hot liquid entered his empty stomach and intestines, and actually made him feel a little more comfortable.
"Can you tell me about Ayang?" the voice sounded again.
Ah An opened his eyes weakly and glanced at the person sitting in the wheelchair.
This person's name is Zhou Zixi.
That idiot Yang died for this person.
It turns out that he also remembered Ayang.
"Anything about her is fine. I want to know her past." Zhou Zixi looked at the prisoner lying on the ground. "As long as you tell me, I will ask the Lord to stop torturing you."
A full moon rose into the night sky, shining through the window bars into the dim cell.
It brushed past the knees of the person in the wheelchair and sprinkled on the prisoner who was covered in wounds.
Maybe it's because I've been in pain for too long and I'm looking forward to taking a breath, or maybe it's for some other reason.
A moment later, a hoarse and low voice was heard in the cell.
"When we were very young, Ayang and I were assigned to the same group. There were 20 children in our group at the beginning, but in the end, only Ayang and I survived to grow up."
…
Ah Jia stood in front of Cheng Qianye's desk.
"Well, Zixi begged me for mercy, and I agreed to it." Cheng Qianye buried his head in the documents without looking up. "It's enough to know that it was the assassin from Song State. I will settle accounts with them sooner or later."
Arsenal did not speak.
Cheng Qianye glanced at her: "What's wrong?"
"But those assassins may still be lurking in the city." Ajia said.
"So much time has passed. Even if you pry open his mouth, the information you get out of it will probably be of no use." Cheng Qianye replied indifferently.
It's fine if the lord is soft-hearted, but even Lord Zhou is like this. He actually pleaded for an assassin who wanted to kill him. He is really too soft-hearted. Ajia complained in his heart.
"Since there is an assassin in the city, Ajia, you should stay with Lord Zhou for the time being." Cheng Qianye stopped writing and looked up at Ajia. "Lord Zhou is responsible for the implementation of the new policy. He is very diligent. He often visits the villages to investigate the people's sentiments. He has difficulty walking. If there is no one he trusts by his side, I am not sure."
Ajia said nothing more, but clasped his fists and accepted the order.
Cheng Qianye put down his pen and looked her up and down: "You don't want to?"
Subconsciously touching his face, Ajia was surprised to think,
The master saw through me again? Have I really regressed? Without the master's encouragement, I can't even hide my most basic emotions
In fact, she wanted to take out a bronze mirror to look at her current expression to see where she went wrong.
Cheng Qianye couldn't help but find it a little funny looking at the rich green jadeite in front of him.
Her face looked dull, but her emotions were very active inside, fluctuating up and down.
"Don't you like Lord Zhou?" Cheng Qianye said with a smile, "Ajia, you don't have to hide yourself. If you have any ideas, you can just say it directly."
"I... I didn't." Ajia stuttered a little, "I am a deadpool, and the lord's orders are my thoughts."
Cheng Qianye put down his pen and waved his hand, asking Ajia to get closer to him: "My order is that you don't have to suppress yourself and speak out what's on your mind."
Ajia's eyes rolled back and forth, and suddenly he didn't know what expression to maintain for himself.
"Master Zhou is... too polite. I, I'm not used to it." Finally, she decided to speak.
Once she opened her mouth, she accidentally said too much. "He is too serious. He is very particular about etiquette and always follows the words of saints. He is simply a moral benchmark. People like me are uncomfortable in front of him. When I use torture on prisoners, he thinks I am too harsh. We really can't get along."
Ah, it turns out that it feels so refreshing to speak out what’s in your heart.
Ajia let out a sigh of relief and felt that the whole sky seemed to have cleared up.
Cheng Qianye smiled and shook his head: "Okay, you stay with Zixi for a few days, and we will return to Bianjing in a few days. I will find a suitable person and bring you back."
…
In the dim dungeon, A'an was lying on a pile of hay.
The cell was empty, with no one in it.
He didn’t know how long he had been detained here since he was arrested. Was it one month, two months, or three months
From the conversation with the jailer, he vaguely knew that the Quanrong had retreated to the grasslands in the north, and the kings of the vassal states were dividing up the territory left by the Quanrong. The army of Jin had captured many cities and now occupied Fengdu in the west.
The situation in the world is constantly changing.
Some countries are becoming stronger rapidly.
Some countries, like their Song State, are still weak.
But these have nothing to do with a nobody like him. The only thing he cares about is when he will die.
Zhou Zixi did not lie to him, and no one had tortured him since that time.
In the empty cell, no one cared about him except the jailer who brought him food on time every day.
Once in a while, at night, the sound of a wheelchair would be heard, and the elegant and noble official of the State of Jin would come up to him and talk to him about the person they both knew.
Ah An unknowingly talked about a lot of past events. He didn't even expect that there were so many memories in his boring life.
"Once I failed to complete a task, so my master tied me up in the house and didn't allow me to eat for five days. On the third night, I was so hungry that I felt dizzy. Ah Yang secretly threw a cake in through the window, but it went off the right side and I couldn't reach it at all. If the master found out, we would both be finished. We were both terrified at the time."
"Ayang almost failed in her first mission. Luckily, I happened to pass by and cut the target's neck for her. She was so scared that she kept crying. At that time, I thought this woman was too weak and she wouldn't live long. But she lived for a long time. Later, everyone else died, but she was still alive. It's a pity that I was the only one left in the end. No, I don't think I will live long either."
Sometimes he would talk a lot, some about Ayang and some about his own.
But the man with crippled legs never interrupted him. He just sat in the wheelchair, raised his head, looked at the night sky outside the window, and listened quietly.
Sometimes Ah An didn't want to talk, so he just said a few perfunctory words. The man didn't blame him much, but stayed there for a while. The rolling sound of the wheelchair sounded again and gradually faded away.
That man hasn't been here for several days.
A'an lay on the straw pile, looking at the damp ceiling.
The wounds on his body have been treated by the doctor and have healed a lot.
Food was delivered on time every day so he never went hungry.
He suddenly felt that he had never had such a peaceful and quiet day.
If he had not been in the enemy's prison, he would even think that it would be nice to stay like this forever.
The jailer who brought the food stuffed it through the cracks in the iron door as usual.
An heard a few subtle knocking sounds.
His skin tensed instantly, which was a fixed secret signal between him and his companions.
The jailer who delivered the meal had a face that looked slightly different from usual under his low hat brim. With his back to others, he stretched out his skinny finger and tapped on the bowl of meal.
A'an knew what he meant. He knew that the food had been tampered with so that he could commit suicide immediately.