I saw a man with five big and three rough voices in a loud voice: "Hurry up and come out and hand over the prisoners!" ”

"Come on, fence it up!"

Dozens of officers with torches surrounded the slum, a rudimentary shack. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It was late at night, and the moon was hidden, and I couldn't bear to look down on the desolation and misery of the world.

The sound of footsteps, the explosion of torches, and the sound of the wind blowing the blades in the cool of the night were mixed together.

The door opened slowly, and I saw a slightly thin cream boy with a little fair skin walking out of the wooden shed, which was nearly one meter nine tall.

"It's he who hit five of us brothers today!"

Hulaladi, dozens of other people rushed towards the young man in stages. Each of them held a large sword in his right hand, which shone brightly in the light of the fire.

The blazing torches around the wooden shed were held high in the hands of a dozen officials, and when the order was given, the torches were thrown into the shed, and the people and things were burned to the ground.

Rubing is not the slightest timid, since he was a child, he has been a teacher of famous masters, he is proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts, and the strength of his hands is also hundreds of catties, so these minions are nothing.

Rubing looks like a lost man, but his slender figure exposes the nature of his physique, and such a playboy with feet and hands like a wooden stick can have a lot of kung fu.

But his feet, which look like they are walking lightly, are calm and powerful, and every step he takes exudes a pure internal force from the deep footprints, which is condensed but not dissolved, pure and not mixed.

Suddenly, the young man stomped lightly with his foot, and the servant who was about to rush before him slid to the ground like drunkenness, like a withered branch falling from a declining branch.

Those officials were obviously trembling with their legs, and they deliberately concealed the horror in their hearts, "Why is this place so slippery?" ”

The young man's eyes stared straight at the chief in the middle, who was also more than one meter eight, with broad shoulders, python-thick arms, and the protruding muscles of his chest trembling and beating nervously from time to time, and a pair of eyes were as gloomy and vicious as the eyes of an eagle in the night.

His hand waved from time to time, directing his men to rush forward.

Suddenly, his eyes glanced ahead to the flag-wielding officials, his hands ready to wave......

The young man had already informed the commander of his order, and saw that he rushed towards the commander with great agility, and took the hand that was about to be waved aside with his left hand.

The hand stopped in mid-air, and the torch held by the official around the wooden shed also stopped awkwardly in mid-air.

"One person does things and one person does it, and it has nothing to do with my family. Don't hurt the innocent!"

If Bing still thinks badly, how much is the strength of his hands?

Rubing reluctantly supported and didn't let the hand go down, but I saw that the man used a little force, Rubing was panting, his legs trembled, and he saw the man shout fiercely: "Burn, burn all these, these untouchables!" ”

As the ice could no longer withstand it, all the officials threw out the torches in their hands, and the habitat made of dry tree trunks withstood the fire, crackling and burning more and more.

Rubing had already fallen to the ground, muttering to himself before he fell unconscious: "I hurt them." Ruyan's father and daughter are still in the firelight, and it seems that the bones are gone.

When Rubing woke up, he only felt a chill all over his body, and his whole body was covered with water stains, and the water was still cold in early summer, stinging the root nerves.

In these days in prison, you have to endure a severe whip every day, and there are few pieces of skin on your body that are sticky and bloody, and these whips do not hurt your internal organs but only eat your skin, and you are worse off than dead. I heard that this is just killing prestige. Save your life to enjoy the big meat dishes in the back.

Rubing has been tortured to death by them, fortunately his physique is good, there are several criminals who have poor physique due to long-term hunger have died in the torture room or prison before they have gone through the entire procedure of dismounting, and several others are also dying.

"What do you think?" A criminal who had just been rescued by the jailer stopped gnawing as soon as he fell, and Rubing just wanted to find out if he was still alive.

Ru Bing came over for a while before he felt that the body that had just fallen next to the weeds moved, and he moved his body very weakly, and it was very wise that he was restoring that Ru Bing was still alive.

A broken bowl next to him contained a little water, Rubing slowly lifted his head, only to see that his face was covered with blood, the new wounds on his body had scabbed, and those old wounds were still suppurating, and when he moved slightly, he saw his teeth clenched and endured the pain all over his body.

Slowly, he greedily sucked a small part of the water, this is not the mountain, in the mountain this wound is nothing, a little herb can heal in a few days, and in this small cell except for cockroaches and rats, there is only dry and stinky straw for sleeping and heating at night.

Rubing didn't seem to have suffered much in the past two days, and every time he started with the jailer fiercely saying that he couldn't let Rubing be like yesterday today, but after a while, there was always a soldier who was stopping the jailer's whipping, so the jailer had to end hastily.

Like ice, it is also in the clouds. Once Ru Bing occasionally overheard their conversation, Ru Bing guessed that he was a criminal who came down to reward him heavily, and he should not be abused.

Ru Bing really doesn't know what kind of person he is, and there are people protecting him in this prison of life and death, and it is obvious that his health is more valuable than being scarred.

Rubing has never believed that he is in reality, he has always looked at everything in front of him as an illusion, and as long as the time is right, he will get out of the psychedelic magic realm.

He felt the pain too, but he just didn't want to believe that he had fallen into a horrible reality.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he finally made up his mind to ask a fellow inmate, a fellow inmate who had just been severely beaten once.

"What is this place?"

"This is Chang'an Tingwei Yamen Prison."

The word Chang'an hit him hard, he has been living in a dream these days, and he is unwilling to ask about these simplest realities. He has countless opportunities to ask anyone, he just doesn't want to open his mouth to ask people, he has always imagined that when he wakes up, he is the son of the chairman again, the younger brother of the president, the husband of countless beauties, and the delicate son of a kind mother.

The word Chang'an expelled his soul from his body, he knew that Chang'an was the capital of several dynasties, and it was very ancient, and it seemed that Chang'an was no longer the capital after the Tang Dynasty. This reality is really too cruel, the older the human being, the more cruel and inhumane it is. In ancient times, even humans could eat it. The older it is, the more cruel the punishment becomes.

"So what dynasty is it now?"

The question made the cellmate even more speechless, and he just laughed.

However, when he saw Ru Bing's childish and ridiculous serious appearance, he couldn't bear it, and still replied: "It's the period of Emperor Yang of Sui, and I can't remember the specific era name, I was transferred from another cell, and I have been in the cell since I was a child." ”

It seems that he sees Ru Bing as the same kind, the same kind that has been staying in the cell.

At this time, Rubing was silent, but he still didn't believe that it was not a dream.

Rubing has been resting these days, no one mentions him, no one asks him, and no one pays attention to him, Rubing has been sending other inmates away, and the inmates who grew up in prison since childhood were sent a few days ago did not endure the torture for three days, and died just after the end of the third day. He was found dead on the morning of the fourth day.

Waiting for death is the hardest part, like ice finally smelling the smell of death, and it is time for its turn to be itself.

Early one morning, Rubing was picked up by the jailers and thrown into a torture room where he had never been before, and several shy jailers with big bellies tied him to a wooden frame without saying a word.

Rubing's limbs are tied to a wooden frame, and there are all kinds of torture instruments next to it, these torture tools Rubing has seen on the Internet, but some of them have long been lost, either they have not searched for themselves, or they are books of later generations that may be too cruel to be recorded.

He clearly saw an iron comb on the desk, and its dozens of teeth were set in a bow-shaped body by sharp long iron needles, and the dozens of iron needles were tightly wrapped in black goo, so that people could not see its true face. Rubing took a breath of cold air, and it seemed that he had encountered a real hell. The main thing is not the question of death, but that life is not as difficult as death.

Next to Rubing, there was another wooden frame, which also tied up a big man, but one of the big man's legs had already been combed by the jailers. The big man did not die, there were only a few muscles left in his thigh that wrapped the thigh bone and calf bone of the origin, which was also technical, the calf was pulled by a small piece of incomplete muscle and was not separated from the thigh bone, Rubing squinted his eyes and saw a blood-soaked belt on the top of the thigh tightly tied to his lower blood vessels, obviously due to excessive blood loss, his face was pale, although his eyes were desperate, but from time to time there was hope, hoping that someone would pity him and give him a way to live or a happy death, He would never understand until he died that the jailer was doing this to slowly experience his slow despair, his humble hope, and his fear of death.

Fortunately, no one whipped him, and this only created a terrifying scene for him.

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