The teeth-aching "sizzling" sound of burnt flesh rang out again, accompanied by the aroma of barbecue.
"Gu Liufeng" on the torture rack was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a word and could only scream and wail.
Madam Murong looked at his miserable appearance, but she was in a good mood. She laughed and said, "Shameless bastard, didn't you rely on this face to seduce Lin Feng? Now I'm going to destroy your face. Let's see what you can use to seduce my son in the future! Hahaha..."
"Gu Liufeng" on the torture rack obviously also heard what Madam Murong said, and an expression of shock and horror appeared on his face.
He looked down at himself and struggled with his hands frantically, but found that he could not move at all.
There was a heart-wrenching pain both on the face and in the lower body.
But the most painful and terrifying thing was that his mother stood in front of him but did not recognize him, but instead called him "Murong Liufeng"!
“Gu Liufeng” opened his mouth wide and screamed at the top of his lungs, “Mom, it’s me, I’m Lin Feng, I’m your son, help… help!”
However, because his face was burned by the branding iron and even his mouth was red and swollen, his words were unclear and Mrs. Murong could not hear what he was saying at all.
Seeing him yelling like that, with fear in his eyes, she felt extremely happy instead. She took off her hairpin and stabbed him in the face, "Hahaha... little bastard, who do you think you are? You are just a piece of shit born by a cheap crazy woman. You are more talented than my son, and you dare to seduce my son!"
"Bah! You are just like your mother, you deserve to be trampled underfoot for the rest of your life! Bitch, trash, bastard..."
The stabbing of the hairpin would not be fatal to the warrior, but it would soon cut his face into a bloody mess. The fear and pain were by no means comparable to ordinary punishment.
Murong Linfeng started wailing and begging for mercy, but in the end he became dying and could no longer make any sound.
Madam Murong panted heavily, gritted her teeth and glared at "Gu Liufeng" on the torture rack. Thinking of the humiliation that this mother and son had brought upon her a few years ago, she wished she could tear this little beast to pieces.
It’s a pity that the Murong family insisted on keeping this little beast and that bitch, making her unable to vent her anger.
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, Mrs. Murong quickly walked to a corner of the interrogation room, and then opened a mechanism above it with a grin.
Soon, a wooden box about half a person's height appeared in a corner.
Inside the wooden box, a woman with disheveled hair was curled up.
She was naked, with horrific scars all over her body. The scars were stacked on top of each other, with new and old ones alternating. It was obvious that the torture she had suffered had never stopped.
What shocked He Xi the most was that such a living person, who was about 1.6 meters tall, was locked in a box only one meter high day and night, curled up and unable to stretch. What kind of torture was this
As soon as he saw this person, He Xi clearly felt that Gu Liufeng beside him became tense all over and his eyes turned blood red.
If He Xi hadn't held him back, he would have almost rushed out regardless of everything.
Madam Murong grabbed the woman's hair, dragged her out, and dragged her in front of "Gu Liufeng" like dragging garbage.
The guard next to her looked embarrassed and frightened. He whispered to her, "Madam, the master said that we cannot let this man out without his order. If you do this..." (To be continued)