Sleep so comfortably! Cheng Qianxun was dazed, obviously she overslept again this time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although the other teammates didn't let her be on duty last night, she still had a good night's sleep.

She frowned slightly, the smell was like an old goat, disgusting.

Something suddenly felt something pounce on her and began to tie her up. She woke up suddenly, she didn't know when there were so many more people around her, about twenty of them, all of them were dressed in cheap coarse cloth clothes, and although some were wearing animal skins, this skin had obviously been used for many years, and the hair was about to fall off.

"Got it, damn witch!" A man who bound her smirked, she had seen this guy and remembered the rotten teeth when he came by the monk's side.

The three teammates were not there, maybe to find food, maybe to collect firewood, and if they were, they would remind her. It must have been dawn, and they felt that they should be safe, so they didn't bother her.

Cheng Qianxun immediately shouted loudly: "What do you mean by more than 20 of you?" I'm not a witch, help, is there anyone here, you twenty or so inferior people, how can you touch me? ”

She kept saying that the number was to let the other teammates know and tell them not to come. Even if the three of them have special abilities, if they are scattered, one person rushing over to save her is equivalent to sending her to death!

She was tied up strongly, and Rotten Tooth and the others led the horse and quickly harnessed the cart. There weren't so many people in the car, so four came up, and Rotten Tooth drove the carriage, and even whipped a few times, and rushed back.

"It's over!" Cheng Qianxun still had a glimmer of hope, and tried to hold out a little longer, so that Sneijder and the others could save her.

The carriage drove until it came to a stop in front of a church. Along the way, they saw thatched, wooden houses, and about the exception of the manor house where they used to live, only the church and the monastery were made of masonry.

It's dark, and it's covered with ancient vines, which have existed for at least fifty years.

"Look at her, don't run away for her!" Rotten Tooth jumped out of the carriage and ran towards the church in front of him.

When he came out, he was surrounded by the fat monk and a few other men in black monastic robes.

Rotten Tooth held the hat in his hand, and the brown hair on his head was soft like a chicken coop, and he nodded and smiled lingering beside the monk: "We've caught the witch, monk, and we've spent a whole night... ”

When the monk saw that it was her, he immediately raised his hand: "It's all right, my child!" Give him the bounty. ”

A person from a church next to him immediately took a small money bag from his waist and threw it to Rotten Tooth: "Give!" ”

After Rotten Tooth took it, he immediately opened the money bag, poured about fifty copper coins into the palm of his hand, smiled so much that his eyes couldn't see it, and counted greedily.

Cheng Qianxun immediately became angry: "Just caught me here for this money?" That's more than that, I give my servants more than that, it's ridiculous! "In that case, we have to pretend to the end. Here there are obviously two kinds of people who are privileged, one is the people of the church; The other is the rich aristocracy.

"Leave the carriage behind, and you can go." The monk could tell from the silver spikes in the saddle that it was a carriage from the manor.

"This..." The people in the carriage were obviously unwilling, and the two horses, and the things on the horses, could be worth a lot of money.

The monk said, "We must collect evidence on it. "What bullshit evidence, fill your pocket.

Cheng Qianxun was pulled out of the carriage and pushed and shoved towards the dark, gloomy church.

So far, she has not been seen performing witchcraft with her own eyes, and it seems that she will be interrogated.

Cheng Qianxun's mouth was full of bitterness, did he have to grit his teeth and endure it and wait for rescue? Obviously, today she wants to be a revolutionary martyr who will never let go, ahh

There was a cellar under the church, and as soon as I bent down and walked down like an entrance, I heard the screams of the women inside.

Could it be that there are already women who are being sentenced? They are really energetic, and they really do not tire of destroying people.

The stench in the cellar was even stronger, and there were many torture instruments inside, and in the center was a burning brazier. In the innermost part there was a wooden table, and a monk was taking a quill to take notes of the interrogation, and on a chair next to him was supposed to be a judge or something. The judge was so old and dizzy that he was dozing off with his head tilted, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted to the woman here.

There was more than one woman inside, there were two in total, all of them were stripped of their clothes.

"No, no... A young woman standing wept, covering her chest with her hands. Two men were approaching her body, looking for something in her. He also pulled away her hand covering her chest, broke her legs, and looked at it carefully.

"One on the chest, one on the arms, none on the inside, two on the back... As they looked, they reported the number.

"Ah, I can't stand it, god, you know I'm not a witch... The screams next to him were made by a woman.

The woman, about 50 years old, was being forced by two men with whips to run back and forth on a ground strewn with rubble. Her hands and feet were already covered with blood, and every time she couldn't support it, she fell and was punctured by sharp stones, but the whip behind her was immediately drawn, and she had to scream and keep running.

"Alright, that's all." The woman on the other side was told what was on her body, and a man picked up a needle and began to poke it at her. It turned out to be a black mole, and while poking, he also reported: "There is blood in the chest, and now the back... ”

The bastard fat friar, seeing the old woman throw herself to the ground again, was whipped to her feet and continued to run, and said in a majestic voice: "Either continue until you faint, you damn it, or you repent." ”

"No... I'm not... God, I'm not! The old woman was almost covered in blood, and she continued to move step by step under the whip with difficulty: "Please, monk, I am not... ”

"The servants of the devil will speak with words, and you will not believe what you say." The monk's face was expressionless, and he almost had a halo on his head and wings behind him.

The old woman finally couldn't hold it anymore and fainted on the ground full of sharp stones, and the executioner went up and whipped her three times, but she still didn't wake up. So she was carried out.

"Fainted!" The executioner announced, then looked at the judge, who was about to come out of his sleep.

The recorder then reminded: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency! ”

"Huh?" The judge finally woke up and immediately drew a cross on his chest in a daze: "I pronounce your sentence in the name of the gods... ”

"Your Excellency!" The recorder immediately interrupted the judge: "The witch has not pleaded guilty. ”

"Oh, didn't plead guilty?" The judge's cloudy old eyes looked at the old woman lying on the damp and rancid ground: "Then tomorrow we will use the divine judgment to take her into custody first." ”

The old woman, covered in blood, was dragged away without aid or a piece of cloth on her body. If it weren't for the darkness of the cellar, you would have seen the blood-stained marks on the ground as she was dragged out.

A man on the other side shouted, "There's a black mole that doesn't bleed, she's a witch!" ”

The judge immediately drew a cross on his chest again: "In the name of the gods ... ”

The woman screamed: "I'm not, I'm not a witch, please stab again, there is no broken skin at all!" ”

Cheng Qianxun is really angry and funny, if the black mole is a little too thick, it is not connected to the capillaries, of course, there is no blood after the puncture.

So the man squatted, his head less than twenty centimeters from the middle of her, and he could feel about his breath. He stabbed her thigh again with a needle: "There's blood." ”

The woman actually breathed a sigh of relief at this time: "Thank you, gods!" ”

The judge then said in a voice that was hoarse and trembling with old age, "Then go on." ”

The answer was, "The moles have been examined." ”

The judge was so old that the person who took the record said on his behalf: "Aren't you still repentant?" Then it's acupuncture. The needle keeps pricking you, and if you show pain, you have a deal with the devil. ”

What is this called! A stabbing mole should have blood. But the thorn can't show pain, otherwise it's a witch, what kind of logic is it, it's always painful for people to be stabbed.

The recorder said solemnly and majestically: "If you do not repent, do not confess that you have dealings with the devil, and sell your soul to kill somewhere, then the next step is imprisonment." You will be fixed with your neck and legs against the wall, and you will kneel alone in the cell for two days and nights. During this time, there will be special people to check to see if the devil will enter or exit through the small hole in the cell door and give you a message. ”

The corners of Cheng Qianxun's mouth were about to cramp, so he was fixed naked by the wall, and he had to kneel for two days and two nights. It's people who can't stand it, let alone medieval European women who only nibble on black bread.

The woman immediately covered her face and cried. The man continued, the oil lamp on the table swaying with the air flowing from his black teeth, becoming more and more eerie: "If you still refuse to confess, then run like a witch suspect just now, until you fall from exhaustion or are willing to confess." ”

It's even more terrifying than the old grandmother said that the wolf is coming, but it's all reality. In order to make the woman understand, the recorder continued: "Finally, there is the divine judgment, and you will be taken to the river, and you will be stripped of all mundane things, and in the presence of everyone, your knees will be bent, your legs and hands will be bound, and you will be put into a cage and put into the water. If it floats, it proves that you are a witch; If not guilty, will pull you out of the water after about half a candle has burned out. ”

It turns out that there are also dipping pig cages in Europe, and they have to be tied naked. Whether this woman is a witch or not, she will definitely die anyway. The whole process would take about three or four days, which should be enough for Snead and them to save her.

The woman cried bitterly, covering her face and crying bitterly: "No, no... ”

"Do you repent, then?" The recorder asked, and then asked twice in succession, but the woman still did not stabilize her emotions. So he was forcibly taken away.

I also want to thank these two women for letting Cheng Qianxun think clearly and clearly during this period, and know what to do!

After the woman was taken away, the monk said to the judge, who had slept again, "Your Excellency, this is also a witch, please judge." ”

The judge continued to fall asleep, and the recorder could only wake him up with a loud cough.

The first thing he did when he woke up was, a reflex formed by professional habits, to draw a cross on his chest: "In the name of the gods... ”

"Your Excellency!" At this time, even the monk rolled his eyes and reminded, "My good lord, she hasn't started yet." (To be continued.) )