Su Ziyu wondered, what were they going to do?

Su Ziyu didn't answer, but just took two steps back to be on the safe side, and opened the distance from the next cell, but his eyes still didn't move away.

Seeing that she was curious, the official didn't pay much attention to it, he was just here for "routine".

"You two, pull him out!"

As soon as the words fell, the two servants behind him stepped forward and pulled out a person from a pile of moldy straw, a person who made Su Ziyu shudder when he glanced at it!

Looking at the figure, it was a man, but his appearance was difficult to distinguish.

Because the skin of his whole face was now entangled, and he couldn't even distinguish between his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and if he guessed correctly, his face was burned with hot oil.

Not only that, but his limbs were limp and weak, as if he had been broken to the bone, and only his lips seemed to move up and down all over his body.

As the man was pulled out of the straw, a strong stench emanated through the cell.

Su Ziyu could tell that the smell was not just feces and urine, but more of the smell of rotten flesh, and he was seriously injured.

"Head, don't you take it to the torture chamber, and it's going to be tried here?" asked a small servant to the man with the iron rod.

The man said impatiently: "Don't toss, let's just do it, I can't try anything anyway, I've been interrogating for more than ten years, he hasn't let out a fart, old rules, I'll ask, you two go over to clean him up, Doctor Wang, you give him a good look this time, don't let him die, if he dies, we will all be in trouble!"

Doctor?

Su Ziyu looked behind the man suspiciously, and sure enough, there was a doctor with a medicine box on his back.

They came to interrogate the prisoners, why did they bring a doctor?

Before Su Ziyu could figure out the reason, the cell next door had already begun to move.

The official at the head asked, "Let me ask you, where is Ruan Hanyan?"

The man sneered and said, "I don't know!"

The official didn't seem surprised by this answer at all, and directly glanced at his subordinates, who picked up the iron rod in his hand and swung it down on Zhu Ling's left knee.

With a click, the kneecap shattered instantly, and Zhu Ling screamed miserably, piercing the tranquility of the cell.

Su Ziyu's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart tightened, if this stick goes down, this leg will be wasted.

"What are you doing?!" Su Ziyu opened his mouth and scolded: "At the feet of the Son of Heaven, in Jingzhao Mansion, how can lynching be used indiscriminately?!"

The officials looked at Su Ziyu, and the people led by them sneered and said, "Yo, Third Miss, did you scare you? This person is a heinous Jiangyang thief, and he doesn't deserve Miss's sympathy, so you better take care of yourself. ”

Su Ziyu clenched her fists, she wanted to ask a few more questions, but she also understood that her words would not help.

The official said just now that they have been interrogated for more than ten years, so it can be seen that this punishment is not once or twice.

Seeing that Su Ziyu no longer spoke, the official who was the leader continued to ask the second question: "Say, where is the mustard jade?"

Su Ziyu frowned slightly, what is the mustard jade?

Su Ziyu couldn't help but look at Zhu Ling, looking at each other, she actually felt that Zhu Ling was smiling at her.

Laugh at what?

Zhu Ling retracted his eyes and threw out again: "I don't know!"

Bang!

The official raised his stick and smashed Zhu Ling's right leg and knee.

Zhu Ling's screams echoed in the cell, making people shudder.