"Joe is in charge...... I didn't understand what kind of torture you are. You held He Protector's mouth so big and took this bowl of boiled chicken, did you plan to starve him to death? This trick doesn't seem to be very clever, didn't people just finish eating......"

Liu Zhi looked at Qiao Yuan'an, who was working, with a look of disdain, and gradually didn't feel that there was anything terrible about this inner room steward. In his impression, if it can be called the word execution, then the situation must be bloody and tragic! Most of them cut their arms and chop their legs, fried bamboo skewers to pick their fingernails or something; At worst, it has to be like the clan prison prison, and you can barely reach these two words with a wooden plank!

It's good now, in vain he Qiao Yuanan has a reputation for murder, but now he uses silk threads to hang chicken to torture prisoners, is he using torture or fishing for centipedes? No, when I go back, I must tell the master to send Qiao Yuanan to another prison for "training and reform".

Liu Zhi thought so in his heart, but Qiao Yuanan next to him had already put down the bristle brush in his hand, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and said to He Wendao as if he had to show his merits:

"In order to serve you, the young supervisor, I just thought about breaking my head, so I came up with such a good method. It's not too early, and it won't be time to start the play even if you hit the gong tightly, so let's start now! ”

After hearing this, Liu Zhi muttered in his heart: You live in this cellar where you don't see the sky when you look up and don't see the bottom, and you can see a fart in the sky! Eat people like this every day and don't do anything, my master is raising you for nothing. Forget it, it's better to hurry up and leave after reading it, and save yourself a delay. I have this time to talk to you, I might as well go back and sleep more.

Qiao Yuanan was like fishing, carrying the silk cotton thread after being brushed with pig bristles, and put the piece of chicken breast tightly tied to the end into He Wendao's "wide open" mouth.

"How, what is the Dharma Protector? This chicken doesn't seem to have any salt when it is cooked, and the taste should be average, otherwise you can swallow it directly? ”

As soon as He Wendao heard this, he sent it to his throat with his tongue that could still move, and as the Adam's apple moved up and down, he only heard a 'grunt', and this piece of boiled chicken was swallowed by him whole. After He Wendao finished swallowing, he stared unruly at Qiao Yuanan, who was holding a silk thread in his hand and standing in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be provoking him: Master, I ate it, what can you do?

Liu Zhi on the side felt even more greasy after reading it, and wanted to go back to sleep when he stood up. Qiao Yuanan asked him in surprise:

"This hasn't started yet, where are you going? Let's take a look at how our inner room works on weekdays. Otherwise, when you take over the Imperial Horse Prison in the future, won't you be black-eyed? ”

Liu Zhi replied very indifferently:

"I've admired your clever methods, and I'll be back in time. In addition, He Protector, let me ask you, do you not like to eat chicken so much? Could it be that our steward Qiao brought you chicken to eat, which can be regarded as torture? ”

He Wendao, who was hooked in the mouth by four iron hooks, listened to the words of the little fat man Liu Zhi at this time, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes also brought a disdainful smile. Qiao Yuanan, who was jointly ridiculed by these two, was still not impatient:

"I haven't started yet, what are you two in a hurry?"

After saying that, Qiao Yuanan slightly tugged the silk thread in his hand, He Wendao immediately frowned, and his whole face instantly flushed with a large blush at the base of his neck; The eyes bulged out of the orbit, and the Adam's apple began to shake up and down rhythmically.

Qiao Yuan'an slowly twitched the silk thread with his two fingers at will, and he didn't look at He Wendao's expression, but just said to Liu Zhi, who was staring wide-eyed beside him:

"Young supervisor, stand back, although this method does not see blood, but it is a little dirty......"

As soon as the words fell, a piece of chicken wrapped in a mass of food scraps appeared in He Wendao's throat, and with it, countless vomit gushed out of his throat. He Wendao, who was vomiting right now, was restrained by the iron hook in his mouth, not only could he not close his mouth, but under the action of vomiting conditioning, the four iron hooks hooked in his mouth immediately pierced deeper!

Countless vomit wrapped the fresh blood in his mouth, flowing down the corners of his mouth and all the way to himself. He Wendao, who was slightly clean, closed his eyes disgustedly. I don't know if it's a physical reaction to being forced to vomit, or if I can't get over the threshold in my heart, in short, He Wendao, who is still talking and laughing freely with the knife and axe, already has tears in the corners of his eyes.

Liu Zhi looked at himself a little retching, but the initiator Qiao Yuanan still had the same complexion. He casually picked up the two chopsticks on the ground, which had fallen to the ground when the two of them were drinking at the table.

He picked up the piece of "chicken bait" with chopsticks and stuffed it back into He Wendao's mouth with his mouth open. He Wendao, who already roughly knew what he was thinking, naturally refused to swallow the chicken obediently. I saw that this Qiao Yuanan was neither angry nor annoyed, he raised the tip of the chopsticks in his hand, and used a little strength at He Wendao's throat, and kept drawing circles. Before he had crossed three circles, the dirty chicken breast was swallowed back into He Wendao's body.

After doing all this, Qiao Yuanan fanned the smell of alcohol and vomit in the air with his hand, beckoned the little eunuch outside to enter the prison, handed over the silk thread in his hand, and patted him on the shoulder: "Do you understand?" Let's get to work! ”

With that, he pulled Liu Zhi's cuffs and walked out of the prison. And he shouted into the darkness:

"Bring two chairs and a plate of sandalwood."

Liu Zhi looked at the little eunuch who took the silk thread in a daze, and the people behind him moved the chair and didn't realize it. It wasn't until Qiao Yuanan pressed his shoulder that he reacted and sat down on this rather comfortable chair.

"In our inner room, there is a way to see blood, and there is a way to see blood. All the tricks are formulated according to different people. Let's take the one in front of us as an example......" Speaking of this, Qiao Yuanan, the manager of the inner room, pointed to He Wendao, who was vomiting constantly, and carefully told Liu Zhi about the nature of the work in the inner room.

"This He Wendao He Da Protector, since he was a child, he has been learning witchcraft with the ancestor great shaman Li Xuanyu. Since ancient times, 'witch doctors have no family', just like today's great shaman Lin Siwei, her amazing medical skills have long been famous all over the world. Whoever is a healer will be pure, and he will be more tolerant of pain than ordinary people. So even without Lu Tou'er's orders, I didn't intend to use those ordinary means against him at all. ”

Liu Zhi grinned, looked at He Wendao, who was "being tortured", and asked rhetorically:

"Then you're disgusted with him? Although this trick is cheap enough, I don't think he will be played soft like this......"

Qiao Yuanan lit the fine sandalwood, and although the air in the room was not refreshing, it still improved. The scent of sandalwood entered the surrounding prisons where there was not a trace of light, and there were even a few moans of enjoyment. As soon as Qiao Yuanan beckoned, a little eunuch brought two teas, and he couldn't help but mention a few words to the little eunuch who was "fishing": 'Drag slowly, slow down, put ......' Then, he continued to explain to Liu Zhi:

"When a person eats food, it is swallowed through the throat and into the esophagus, and then it falls into the stomach pouch for digestion. This piece of overnight boiled chicken has a dry and firm texture, and the size is just enough to choke people without killing them. Repeatedly pulling in his esophagus and throat, people who watch it think it is just simple nausea and vomiting, but the taste of it, only He Protector himself can understand......

At this time, He Wendao's skin had lost its original color, as blood-red as the grape wine in the Huiyou Building, and his eyes were full of bloodshots, and the whole person was repeatedly reincarnated in forced vomiting and forced swallowing, no matter the sound or facial expression, it was like a mad demon.

And Qiao Yuanan looked at it with relish, he took a sip of tea, and asked Xiang Liu Zhi again:

"Do you know why the silk thread that binds the chicken has to be brushed and whipped first?"

The stunned Liu Zhi shook his head.

"Because the silk thread is made of countless silks, after being gently brushed with a bristle brush, countless broken threads will be produced. When the broken threads soaked through his saliva, they turned into moist, slightly resilient fluff that could scratch his throat and itch unbearably. But now his body was tied to a wooden frame, and his mouth was also controlled by four iron hooks, and he could not move a bit. Imagine what it would be like to have an itchy throat and can't cough? ”

Liu Zhi just thought about it casually, so he couldn't help coughing a few times first, and Qiao Yuan'an, who was watching, laughed. And He Wendao, who was being tortured, no longer had any food residues in his stomach to vomit at this time. When he was just caught by Liu Zhi and his teammates, he had a big meal with this toothless "old man" Qiao Yuanan. Now that I think about it, I realize that this banquet is not a salute to him, the great protector of the shamanic religion, before the soldiers! This table of banquets is the advance preparation for today's "fishing"!

Seeing that there was no food in his mouth anymore, Liu Zhi turned his head and asked Qiao Yuanan:

"He's vomited up all the food in his stomach now, what should he do next?"

Qiao Yuanan grinned at the big toothless mouth and said with a smile:

"It's still here. However, the real meat part is about to begin! ”