A spoonful of cold water was splashed on Huo Siyuan's face, Huo Siyuan woke up and turned around, and found that he was actually hanged, his hands were tightly tied by a white silk hanging on the beam, and the soles of his feet were suspended in the air. Looking around, there were torture instruments everywhere in the room, and as far as the eye could see, there were clamping sticks, fire tongs, and silver daggers on the table.

Zhang Han was holding a long whip, his face was still covered with a black cloth, and he just looked at Huo Siyuan with cold eyes.

Huo Siyuan couldn't help but feel fear at this time, and asked in a trembling voice, "You, what are you going to do?" ”

Zhang Leng laughed, his tone was a little fierce, and he said hatefully: "What are you doing, you said that I bothered to tie you here, what can I do." You have seen these torture instruments, and of course they have been used against you. ”

Although Huo Siyuan was afraid, he still stabilized his mind and forced himself to calm down: "Who are you, you dare to torture me, let me tell you, you are breaking the law by doing this, you quickly release me, and this matter will be over." Otherwise, when I go out, I will go to the government to sue you, sue you for kidnapping, and you will be sentenced. ”

Zhang Han sighed, and said disapprerovitically: "It turns out that you still want to sue me, then I can't let you out, it's better to kill you, wouldn't these be all gone, and I don't have to worry about someone suing me, I will be sentenced." ”

Huo Siyuan hurriedly said: "No, no, hero, hero, you, who are you, what are you going to do, I have no grievances with you, why do you do this to me?" ”

Zhang Han shook his head and snorted coldly: "What are you doing?" You'll know what I'm going to do in a moment. ”

A whip slammed into Huo Siyuan's body, almost with all his strength, the blood stained the placket of his clothes, and then condensed into drops, dripping on the ground along the corners of his clothes. Huo Siyuan, a literati, where had he suffered such pain from the opening of his skin and flesh, he immediately shouted.

Zhang Han was prepared, and took advantage of Huo Siyuan's mouth to scream, and quickly stuffed a rag into Huo Siyuan's mouth, blocking Huo Siyuan's mouth tightly.

Huo Siyuan was already in unbearable pain, and he couldn't shout, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead, and he was afraid in his heart.

Zhang Han didn't pay any attention to Huo Siyuan's pain, on the contrary, the more painful Huo Siyuan's expression was, the more relieved he was in his heart. Huo Siyuan, a sanctimonious hypocrite, pretends to be gentle and elegant in front of people, but at home he is an out-and-out brutal bastard. Every scar on Jiang Chunying's body, Zhang Han saw it in his eyes, and it hurt in his heart, and he hated to let Huo Siyuan repay it a hundred times and a thousand times.

Another whip came over, Huo Siyuan was like a squid on the board, he had no power to resist, he could only be slaughtered. After a few whips, Zhang Han seemed to feel that beating people through his clothes would reduce the force of the whip a lot under the obstruction of his clothes. After thinking about it, he put down the whip, walked over, and dragged Huo Siyuan's clothes in the most simple and rude way.

Although Zhang Han was a man, Huo Siyuan was naked, like a clown, naked in front of Zhang Han, a sense of shame made his face turn pale, endured the pain in his body, and after a long time, he finally spit out the rag in his mouth, and then scolded loudly: "You bandit who killed a thousand knives, you bastard, you let me down." ”

Zhang Han didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he directly picked up the whip and began to smoke, each whip was very hard. Not long after, Huo Siyuan's body had already bloomed with branches of red plums, which were bright and dazzling. Gradually, Huo Siyuan couldn't scream anymore, he only felt a hot pain all over his body, and he clenched his teeth tightly, almost crushing his teeth.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Zhang Han stared at Huo Siyuan and asked.

Huo Siyuan didn't want to speak at all, but looked at Zhang Han's eyes full of hatred.

"I beat you so much, do you want me to be broken into pieces, don't worry, you're not a man, you can bear this pain. By the way, I almost forgot, I also prepared salt water for you to heal your wounds, I'll get it. ”

After saying this, Zhang Han walked to the charcoal basin, lifted the kettle supported on it, put it on the table, poured out a cup of boiling water from it, took out a small paper bag from his body, spread it out, poured the white powder into the teacup, picked it up and shook it twice, and slowly walked over to Zhang Han.

Looking at the steaming salt water in front of him, Huo Siyuan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly said, "Don't, don't, don't!" ”

The boiling salt water, splashed on his scarred body, is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Huo Siyuan felt that his skin seemed to be red and swollen, and it was blistering, and he couldn't help but scream.

Zhang Leng snorted and said disdainfully: "You are really spineless, I haven't poured salt on your wound yet, what are you shouting?" ”

Huo Siyuan said weakly: "Hero, hero, hero, you let me go, okay if you let me go, I beg you, will you let me go?" ”

Zhang Han looked at Huo Siyuan's servile face and low voice, his mood couldn't help but be much happier, there was a hint of gentleness in his tone, and he said lightly: "It's okay, then don't sprinkle salt on your wound first, let's implement another punishment first!" ”

Huo Siyuan's hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished, and he exclaimed: "Also, you, what are you going to do?" ”

Zhang Han pursed his lips, turned around and picked up the dagger on the table, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, the knife will fall in your hand, and it will be over in a flash." ”

Huo Siyuan's eyes widened, and his voice was hoarse: "You, you want to kill me, no, even if you want to kill me, let me die to understand, where did I offend you, you actually tortured me in every possible way, and you still want to kill me?" ”

Zhang Han shook his head lightly and smiled gently: "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, I just want to kill your children and grandchildren." ”

Huo Siyuan instinctively looked down and said incoherently: "No, no, who are you, why do you do this to me, I don't have children yet, I don't want to cut off my children and grandchildren, I beg you, good man, you just raise your noble hand, my family has three generations of single inheritance, and you can't cut off your children and grandchildren!" ”

Zhang Han didn't seem to hear his appeal, but just rubbed the dagger under him, as if he was thinking about where to get the knife, so frightened that Huo Siyuan didn't dare to move, let alone speak, for fear that he would make a mistake and the dagger would hurt his Yang Feng again.

"I'm going to do it, are you ready?" Zhang asked with a cold face.

Huo Siyuan still begged: "Don't, please, hero, you are a man, I am also a man, why should men be embarrassed by men, you know, men are all pointing to this to live, if there is no such thing, then what is the meaning of living, please raise your noble hand, you let me go, as long as you don't move me, whatever you say, what you want to do, I promise you." ”

Zhang Han put away the dagger in his hand and slowly paced back to the table, Huo Siyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that Zhang Han once again picked up the hot salt water and walked towards him.