In the dark and damp secret room, Qi Ying was tied to a wooden frame by chains. His upper body was now covered in blood, and the water in the wooden basin filled with tribulus whips was stained red by the blood from the whips. Qi Ying's chest was up and down, breathing heavily, but there was still a perseverance in his eyes.
Snapped!
A jailer picked up a tribulus whip and swung it at Qi Ying's body. Another bloodstain was added to the originally criss-crossed body.
"Hiss..."
Although he was already somewhat numb to the pain, the burning pain caused by the chili pepper water on the tribulus whip seeping into the wound still made Qi Ying grimace and gasp.
In front of the public case ahead, the official's face was as cold as frost: "You still don't want to recruit me?"
Qi Ying bit her lip and remained silent.
"Keep fighting!"
The official shouted coldly.
Snapped!
Snapped!
The two jailers took two tribulus whips soaked in pepper water and whipped them towards Qi Ying.
"Keep on hitting him until he makes a move!"
The officer's mouth twitched.
He has been handling cases in the government for twenty years, and has handled countless prisoners, many of whom are extremely vicious. However, there are only a handful of people who can withstand a night of torture and still refuse to recruit. However, the other party is still a fifteen-year-old boy. According to common sense, a boy of this age should be so frightened that he would cry for his father and mother just by seeing the barbs on the tribulus whip, and immediately tell the story of his eighteen generations of ancestors. .
However, this Qi Ying is really stubborn. No matter how hard he fights, he just won't fight!
It had been a night, and I didn't know how many times I had been whipped. Even the whips were broken and I had to replace two, but I still didn't say a word.
"Stop it."
The officer shouted to stop the jailer who continued to want to beat Qi Ying.
Crackling the whip and splashing with pepper water seems to have no effect, and there is no point in continuing.
"Huh..."
Qi Ying could finally continue to take a breath, and at the same time, he slightly circulated the Purple Qi Xuan Gong, allowing the true energy to flow through the wounds, moisturizing and nourishing the damaged areas, and relieving the burning pain on his body.
The official stood up, walked to Qi Ying, and looked into Qi Ying's eyes: "Qi Ying, you don't have to hold on, just confess. Anyway, you will die in the end. Tell the real culprit and win someone over." How nice is it to have a backrest? You don’t have to suffer any more.”
"I said, I don't know anything."
Qi Ying said coldly.
"Hmph." The officer's expression became even more serious, "Don't drink the toast and be fined! No matter you confess or not, you will die. Confess earlier, and you can get rid of the pain earlier! Let me see, are you suffering? If you've eaten enough, you have to force me to hit you harder, right? Come on, get on the iron cane!"
The iron pillory is a cruel instrument of torture, consisting of iron plates and a thin noose. When the noose is pulled, the gap between the iron plates will become smaller. By pinching the finger part, it can cause severe pain.
Kerala!
A jailer quickly came over with a pair of iron canes.
"Untie his hands... only one, yes, only his left hand!"
The official stared at Qi Ying and said fiercely. Remembering that Qi Ying was a strong warrior, he was afraid that after untying Qi Ying's hands, the other party would suddenly burst out and strangle him to death - similar things had happened in government prisons.
Therefore, it is the best way to only untie one hand, which will not reduce the pain caused to it at all, and can also ensure your own personal safety.
Qi Ying's left hand was quickly untied, and his five fingers were put into the cracks of the iron plate.
The official said coldly: "Qi Ying, it's too late for you to confess now. You don't have to suffer from the shackles - I think your left hand is deformed like this, and the bones inside must be very fragile. If you were a little stronger, you would My left hand, which I can barely use, is also useless... tsk tsk... "
"hehe."
Qi Ying smiled.
Seeing this, the officer became furious: "Okay, you still dare to 'haha' me, let's see if I don't pinch you to death today, you bastard! Come here, give me the shackles and pinch off his fingers." until!"
"yes!"
The two jailers each grabbed the two ends of the noose on the shackles and pulled hard. The gap in the iron plate began to shrink sharply.
Click, click, click!
There was a squeezing sound between the iron plates.
The officer looked at Qi Ying's face, preparing to see how he would cry out in pain that he couldn't bear. But what was completely unexpected was that Qi Ying's expression did not change at all after being shackled by the iron shackles.
"Still holding back? Keep going, use more force! Cut off his fingers!" the official said hysterically.
The two jailers pressed harder.
Seeing them struggling, Qi Ying was expressionless and even wanted to laugh.
Marder is mentally retarded... My left hand, even if it is cut with a magic weapon, will not show any scars, will not feel pain, and will not distinguish between hot and cold. It is like a weapon growing on the body with a high degree of freedom... It's just iron What's the point of a wooden shackle
The official was even more surprised. How much willpower was needed to endure the pain of being shackled by an iron hand? Moreover, not only did the other party's face show no pain at all, it seemed... there seemed to be a faint smile!
madman!
What a madman!
The officer couldn't think of anyone other than a madman who could show such an expression when being handcuffed with iron bars.
At this time.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the noose was broken by the huge force. The two jailers lost their center of gravity and fell to their respective backs, falling to the ground one after another.
The officer looked at the iron handcuff on the ground in shock - not only was the noose broken, but even the iron plate was deformed... What happened
"hehe."
Qi Ying laughed again, which sounded like ten thousand times more ridicule to the officer's ears.
"Get on the tiger bench!"
If you don’t believe it, try all the torture instruments on him and he can still laugh!
At this time, there were footsteps at the door, and the official roared: "Bring the tiger bench quickly!" Qi Ying left him helpless, and he could only vent his emotions to his men.
However.
What sounded was not the timid consent of his men, but a woman's voice.
"Put Qi Ying down for me."
"who?"
The officer turned around in surprise, only to see a figure that took his breath away - long hair like waves, a high nose, charming eyebrows, and a hot figure that could not be covered by a cloak. He was clearly the most famous person in Tianhe County. Mrs. Lu!
Both the officials and the jailers were stunned when they saw Mrs. Lu, and they didn't even notice that there was a group of guards following Mrs. Lu.
Mrs. Lu, given their status, they are extremely lucky to be able to meet each other from a distance... Now, she actually appears in the cell? Talk to them
What a dream!
"This... Mrs. Lu, you..."
The officers stuttered when they spoke.
"Shut your mouth if you can't speak. I'm here to take Qi Ying away!" Mrs. Lu glanced in Qi Ying's direction, "I am a witness - I can prove that when the murder happened yesterday, Qi Ying Wasn’t there at all.”
"Then where is he? What is he doing?"
The official asked subconsciously.
"Where can it be? Of course, in my house, under my favor!"