"Bang, Bang ......"

"Bang, Bang ......"

"It's freezing...."

The sound of a bang beat the prisoner's heart like a hammer, and the cold wind poured in through the narrow ventilation window, cold as a knife, and the knife slashed at the tip of the heart.

Lying on the cold slate of Jin'an North Prison, you can understand that it is good to be alive. Despair is damp and cold, it is pervasive, it begins to soak through the skin, little by little into the bones, erodes the mind.....

Although the first whipping in the Jin'an North Prison cell is only an appetizer, it actually has a more bluffing name, which is called: "Soul Breaking Whip".

The old jailer is an ancestral craft, and the new jailer uses the prisoner to practice his hands, as the saying goes: "Talent is insufficient, diligence to make up for it", ordinary flogging in all kinds of tricks, are perceptive.

The wire attached to the delicate barbed is densely woven into the hemp rope whip, first throw a few beautiful whips to help a fun point, pick, wind, shake, tease, the techniques are different, the strength is very different, but the whip whip breaks the soul, the barb will cut out different fine blood grooves, slowly hooked together to form a large area of wounds, day after day of torture, from the surface layer to the inner layer of gradual necrosis, completely destroy the repair function of the body, and fall the dark disease. Some prisoners have been out of prison for many years and shiver when they mention this "soul breaking whip", and there are many prisoners who can't survive this appetizer "soul breaking whip".

It was not only the biting cold wind that burrowed into the cell, but also the cold starlight.

"Holy shit!" This is the first word that popped out of Cui Hanzhang's head after he was awakened from freezing, a move of his eyes can hook up the wounds all over his body, Cui Hanzhang received this soul-breaking whip, and he wanted to die.

It's not enough to be lucky for a lifetime, chasing after coming to this life, God is blind, whoever you hit, who's it.....

I can't talk nonsense about blood mold for eight lifetimes, In my previous life, I didn't think I could help heroes save the United States, the three of them fell to the ground and scuffled together, and as a result, they were stabbed to death with two lives, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, and the hot blood was sprinkled all over the ground, and he couldn't tell whose blood it was, he clearly felt that life was draining, but fortunately, he didn't need to hear the piercing scream in his ears anymore, it would be a simple death, unlike this in Jin'an North Prison, tormenting people to the point of madness, but he could always hold a breath, it was really painful to the bone marrow.

The book says that others cross, and the wind and snow are accompanied by fame and fortune, but when it comes to him, there are two lonely souls and wild ghosts entangled.

"Reincarnation is a technical job", the man with strong blood is trapped in the body of a fragile baby, how aggrieved, and he can only grow up patiently, and he really responds to the sentence, "Eighteen years later, Lao Tzu is a good man again." "The strange thing is that this doll has a split personality since she was a child, sometimes heroic and rude, sometimes graceful and delicate, in Cui Mingtang's words, the sissy is a disease that can be cured.

The oil lamp is like a bean, dim and trance.

"Let you be obsessed with fame, you have to come to Jin'an to participate in the scientific examination, how can it be so easy to get ahead, now it's good, your life has to be put in."

"Shut up, it's useful to cry and cry? Now think about how to save your life. Cui Hanzhang's mind was full of two villains fighting, and his brain was buzzing.

I didn't sleep all night, and every time I thought of the scene in the torture chamber just now, I felt a chill in my heart. He was caught from the mouth of the stream and brought to Jin'an North Prison with a bewildered face, and was interrogated that night, the entire torture room was gloomy, a tortured prisoner was tied to a wall, his head was lowered, his long hair covered his face, his body was already blurred with blood, and the blood was dripping on the ground, and the sound seemed to drip on Cui Hanzhang's heart, and only when the leather whip hit his body one by one he howled and groaned, proving that he was not dead.

Cui Hanzhang was really frightened, he dealt with the law in his previous life, and in this life, he studied the classics of the punishment of this dynasty, thinking that he had to wait for the trial to be decided, the two prison guards who used torture didn't care what he thought, they were directly tied to the torture rack, no matter how you tossed and resisted, it was useless, the jailer was expressionless, and looked at Cui Hanzhang who was tossing and turning indifferently, or how to say that the prisoners who came in had to be repaired and repaired first, and they were all not cleaned up.

Twenty leather whips went down, and he was pitiful for his fine skin and tender flesh, and the blood penetrated his clothes, dripping down, and each whip went down to dig out deep blood grooves,

"Now it's gone, right?" The old jailer who was executing pinched Cui Hanzhang's chin with his hand and asked, with a broken soul whip, people are angry, where do they still have the strength to answer.

"Wait for you a few times, these talented masters won't be beaten, don't get killed." As he spoke, he handed the whip in his hand to another slightly younger jailer.

This combination of old and new is the characteristic of the North Prison, the old man passes on the help, and the newcomer gets started quickly. The young jailer had enough strength, and a few whips went down to hurt Hanzhang's already numb nerves again, and at this moment it really hurt to the bone marrow, and the wailing sound resounded all over the dim cell, invisibly inflicting a heavy blow on the prisoners in the prison again, Zuo Shiqi couldn't bear it and broke down, mostly because of the stimulation of painful wails every day and night.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is in front of him, if he enters this Jin'an North Prison, he is a lost dog, and if he can't carry it clearly, he is not as good as a dog.

At this time, the old jailer retreated to the side, leaned on the table and lifted Erlang's legs, peeled peanuts and threw them into his mouth, chewed and tasted slowly, while squinting his eyes to see the newcomer using the whip, and pointed a few times when he was in a good mood, lest the young man have no weight in his hands and kill the prisoner who did not pass the hall, and the size is also troublesome.

Cui Hanzhang lifted his spirits and shouted with all his strength: "Slow." ”

The whipping jailer's raised hand paused in the air, and after a slight pause, it fell even more fiercely: "Let you call me."

"Jailer, eldest brother, younger brother has something to honor, begging the two eldest brothers to stop." Cui Hanzhang didn't use any delaying tactics, he would definitely be killed first if he was beaten like this, and he couldn't wait for Mingtang to rescue him, he died in his last life, and he didn't want to be killed in a black prison in this life. Thinking of the anxious eyes of his relatives, his grandmother was dying, and Cui Hanzhang said that he couldn't be beaten to death here.

A lifetime of nurturing, a lifetime of kindness, he can no longer accept the desperate and collapsed eyes of his relatives.

"Okay, the kid is very good, put it down and let him drink saliva first." Kidnapping people is skillful, and releasing people is even more familiar. The two of them took him off the torture rack with three strokes and five divided by two, and put Cui Hanzhang, who was no longer able to stand, on the bench, the old jailer lifted the teapot with broken edges and corners on the table and poured him a cup of cold tea, herbal tea into the abdomen, helping to refresh himself, looking up and seeing two jailers staring at him with big eyes and small eyes, Cui Hanzhang endured the pain and squeezed out a smile and said to the two: "Two elder brothers, the younger brother is really wrongfully imprisoned, and he didn't bring more silver taels on his body in a hurry, let me find out first to honor the elder brother and buy some snacks." ”

The situation is stronger than people, and while flattering and saying good things, I rummaged through the corners of my clothes. On the day Hanzhang was held by the officials of Jin'an Mansion, he brought six cents of silver on his body to prepare for Mingtang's crown ceremony, who would have thought that he would be taken away on the spot before he had time to go out, and when he was pushed and taken out of the lobby of Cui's Mansion, Mingtang squeezed forward and stuffed a piece of silver into his pocket, and touched more than one or two on the road behind.

The poor family is rich, not to mention the expenses of being in prison, Cui Hanzhang wanted to hide it well, and when he was using it at the critical moment, who would have thought that he would not be able to stand up for the first time when he was sentenced, thinking about the pros and cons in his mind, he gritted his teeth and took out a tael of silver hidden in the corner of his shirt, handed it to the jailer, and said with a smile: "The younger brother is weak, and I hope that the two elder brothers will show mercy." ”

Money can make ghosts grind, not to mention the old soldiers of the North Prison among the human spirits.

After the two glanced at each other, they nodded and said: "You are honest and peaceful, the brothers will naturally not embarrass you, as long as you don't be like the stunned green on your head, you have to be crippled and then softened." ”

The two happily helped Hanzhang back to the cell, then turned around and walked out of the cell.

The young jailer didn't know where to go to live happily after dividing the money, and the old jailer knew that he had caught a fat sheep and had oil and water to squeeze, so he came over from time to time to pour a glass of water and appease him.

The more Cui Hanzhang's body hurts, the more sober his brain becomes, and at this time, he can still hear the moaning sound from time to time in the torture room.

If I can't sleep, I will think crankily, and in the second half of the night, I will obviously feel that the wound is showing signs of improvement, and the blood clot in the wound will clot, and I will slowly regain some strength.

Although the size is striking, but after all, just an adult, the development is not yet perfect, he suddenly remembered that the master of the building had told to practice the style diligently, practice day and night, saying that this style contains hitting technology, not only can grow strength, but also can boil the physique, the children in Xikou have been immersed in it since childhood, and the form and action are familiar with the chest.

For the first time in his life, Cui Hanzhang had a strong desire to survive, and if he wanted to survive in this dark cell, he had to seize all hopes, even if there was only the slightest possibility, he couldn't let it go.

Enduring the pain of the wound tearing, Cui Hanzhang reluctantly stood up, just stabilized his body and made a movement before falling to the wall of the cell, against the earthen wall, and reluctantly made an old bear back movement, although the wound was terrible, but the action still had to be in place.

Lou Shi once said: "The reason why the widely circulated style in Xikou Township is ordinary is because the action is not in place, the action is in place, the god form is not in place, the god form is in place, and the breathing and breathing are not coordinated." "So in the end, the good things are practiced, long strength, and the physique is quite rewarding, in fact, this set of tricks is a university question, it is the ancestors to observe the mountains and rivers, mold the form of a hundred beasts, summarize and refine in the life and death struggle, and concentrate the essence of the ten kiln people. The master of the building has only just groped for the threshold of the god form, and as for breathing, he has never been able to know how to breathe, let alone enter the room.

Cui Hanzhang was all silent in the practice of the kiln handle style, and some of the styles were like swallow harriers turning over and grinning in pain, and after doing it, all the whip wounds were torn, and he fell on the cold cell floor, and the bloody scene was unbearable, this tragic situation made the old jailer frown, "Didn't you break your brain by Guawa?" ”

When the mind is immersed, the skin and flesh are painful.

Looking at the starry sky through the only small skylight on the top of the cell, Cui Hanzhang estimated that it was almost four days, and the cold of winter hit, and after tossing for a day, his body could no longer stay tired, and he curled up in the corner and fell asleep..........