In the dungeon of Otsuka's house, there were terrible screams and the sound of whipping whips. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Smack!" With a crisp sound, the house slave who forced the confession interrogated: "To say or not to say?" ”

Yu Jiulu's cronies, who were whipped to the point of blurred flesh and blood, still kept silent.

Mrs. Cui and several children, who were locked in the cell on the other side, were frightened by this terrible scream. Mrs. Cui protected several Mrs. Guo's five sons: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" ”

Only Xiao Shahua turned a deaf ear to the terrifying howls echoing in this gloomy prison, and stood by Mrs. Guo's side with a sad face.

Mrs. Guo was seriously ill because she could not bear the hardships of the prison for several days, and lay on the meadow, and little Sawa was very worried to take care of her, and occasionally one or two bold mice and insects crawled over Lady Guo's body, and Shawa chased them away.

Yu Jiulu has already instructed the subordinates in Otsuka's mansion to take care of this family as much as possible in terms of food. At least three meals a day should be decent, so that you don't eat moldy food. also let the subordinates in the mansion not treat them brutally, Yu Jiulu still didn't know about Mrs. Guo's illness.

Mrs. Cui crawled to Mrs. Guo's side and stroked Mrs. Guo's forehead with her hand, which was so hot that Mrs. Guo's lips were chapped.

Mrs. Guo was thirsty and confused: "Water, water ......"

Mrs. Cui was about to take the bowl of water on the ground, but Xiao Shahua pushed it away, and she fed her mother water.

Mrs. Choi sadly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned her head to the other side, not wanting the children to see her sad appearance. Unbeknownst to these children, their mothers are likely to die in this rotten dungeon.

Outside the cell door, Yuwen Hu, who was sitting under the oil lamp and supervising the interrogation, was rummaging through the purse in his hand. This purse was found from Yu Jiulu's cronies.

Mrs. Cui could see clearly that the purse was embroidered by Ju'er through the light, and she couldn't help worrying: "Isn't it, what happened to Ju'er?" ”

Yuwen Hu looked through the purse carefully, poured out all the spices in the purse, pulled out a short knife and cut the purse open, the inside was empty, and carefully checked it again to confirm that there was no mezzanine in the purse.

The light shone on Yuwen Hu, showing a more hideous yin and yang face, Yu Wen Hu walked into the cell, waved his hand to signal the house slave to stop, the house slave stopped the whip, dodged away and stood aside.

Yuwen Hu picked up the captive's chin with the tip of his knife: "Tell me where the letter is, give you what you want, and enjoy endless glory and wealth!" ”

On the forehead of the cronies, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down: "I am the messenger of Rouran, and I am the cronies of the eldest princess, you actually treat me like this!" Aren't you afraid that the eldest princess will know, and won't I be afraid that my Rouran Khan will be angry and wave a million iron horses to level you? ”

"A little subordinate, his tone is quite big! Let me tell you, your master, the eldest princess and the khan, are just two chess pieces in my uncle's hands, one big and one small! Yuwen Hu proudly slapped the opponent's face with a short knife: "You are just a pawn of a chess piece at best, you can't be so desperate." Life is short, like a white horse, you cherish and enjoy it! ”

"I'm a Rouran person, I only know that I am loyal to my master, and I don't understand what you tell me. If you want to kill, you will kill, I am a gentle warrior, when have you ever been afraid of death? The cronies are righteous and awe-inspiring, and the candle flame reflected in their eyes seems to be burning with anger in their hearts.

"I know that you Rouran people are not afraid of death, but are you afraid of punishment?"

"If there is any trick, even if you use it, I am not afraid!"

"That's because you haven't seen real punishment! Come! ”

Under the order of Dr. Yuwenhu, the house slaves began to bring up the torture tools one by one, axes, soldering irons, flails, etc., all of which were readily available, and the bloodstains on these torture instruments could be vaguely distinguished, and they were even more yin.

"That's it!" Yu Jiulu's subordinates looked at the torture instruments in front of them and smiled coldly.

"It's not these, you bunch of shit!" Yuwen Hu scolded.

The house slaves were at a loss: "These are the torture tools!" ”

"What about the iron comb that the master invented?" Yuwen Hu asked.

"This ......" the house slaves hesitated: "The master said, that one is easy to use!" ”

"Hurry up and bring me these ordinary torture tools, how can we, a Rouran guest, look at them?"

The house slaves answered, and not long after, they saw that the house slaves set up a pot in front of them, put a pot of boiling water, and added firewood underneath to keep the water boiling.

Yu Jiulu's cronies couldn't stop laughing: "The hussar general can be considerate, see that my body is dirty, boil water and bathe me, right?" ”

Yuwen Hu saw that this subordinate didn't know what was going on, and said lightly: "It's to freshen up, but you may not have seen the washing method." ”

"What wash I haven't seen before? Don't say it's a pot of boiling water, even if it's a pot of boiling oil, it's not a problem! "The cronies are still arrogantly contemptuous.

Then, another subordinate brought an unprecedented torture instrument—an iron comb. This iron comb is about an arm's length, densely covered with thin iron teeth, and shaped like a grate for combing hair.

Yuwen Hu took the iron comb and shook it in front of his cronies: "This, you must not have seen it, right?" ”

The cronies were silent.

"You don't know how to use it, do you?"

The cronies are still silent.

"It's okay, you'll find out later!" Yuwen Hu pretended to be mysterious and sold Guanzi: "I advise you not to know, tell me everything you know, and wait until you know how to groom up, and then you will suffer a loss!" ”

The cronies were still silent, and Yuwen Hu threw the iron comb into the hands of the family slave: "Don't groom your whole body first, comb one thigh, let him know how powerful this guy is!" ”

The house slaves stepped forward and stripped off their cronies' trousers, scooped a ladle of boiling water, and threw it on his thighs, and the cronies cried out in pain.

The house slave picked up the iron comb and combed it towards the red-scalded thigh, the iron teeth touched the newly scalded thigh, and easily entered the meat, and the house slave combed down, and the layer of skin and flesh of the blood hula was combed off, and what was exposed could not be distinguished whether it was red meat or blood.

In the cell on the other side, the Dugu brothers were frightened by the bloody scene in front of them, the older screamed, and the younger one cried.

Mrs. Cui hugged the children tightly in her arms and blindfolded the young Dugushun: "Don't look, close your eyes, don't look at all!" Amitabha! Amitabha! The Dugu brothers all closed their eyes tightly and chanted Buddha with Mrs. Cui, suppressing the horror in their hearts.

And Sha Hua, who was taking care of Mrs. Guo, did not listen to Mrs. Cui's words and closed her eyes, staring at a pair of eyes that should have been innocent and innocent, watching the house slaves carry out the "grooming punishment" little by little, and the tears in the corners of her eyes dried up at some point.