"Bang-"

Master Zhang touched the teacup in his hand, and he tried to point at Qiu Xiaobei calmly: "It's just nonsense, it seems that it's just that the whip is still too light." ”

At his signal, the jailer brought a brazier, on which the charcoal burned red.

Qiu Xiaobei's pupils shrank, his fingers retracted into his palms, and his expression remained unchanged, as if he was not afraid at all and smiled at Master Zhang: "By the way, Lord Zhang, your son also asked me to ask you when to buy the kite that he promised to give him, he has been holding a broken kite, crying at you." ”

The scars from the whipping slowly ooze blood......

"Hehehehehe......"

The prison chamber was sealed, but the wind blew through for no reason, like the cry of a woman and a child.

Mr. Zhang wanted to put the teacup away calmly, but he couldn't move his hand, and the whole person seemed to be frozen, listening to the sound of the wind like crying, and cold sweat flowed.

The two jailers naturally heard Qiu Xiaobei's strange words, and when they saw this situation at this time, it was nothing on weekdays, they would feel weak, and they would feel scared, and the red-hot iron rod they had just picked up in their hands was thrown back.

"Master Zhang," Qiu Xiaobei's voice drifted away with the wind, and rang in his ears all the time, "When you sleep at night, it's not cold, isn't there always a wind blowing around your head, blowing around, your head hurts...... It hurts......"

"Shut up!" Master Zhang shouted in a panic, only to feel that the voice was like a life-threatening complaint, and he didn't dare to listen to it anymore.

Qiu Xiaobei smiled weirdly, as if he had become another person: "Who do you want to shut up, Zhang Chengli, for your own career, in order to marry the daughter of your boss, you killed me, killed our son, I want you to pay for your life!" ”

At that moment, Master Zhang saw the face of the woman tied to the torture rack, it was clear that she was the original partner of her death, she was bleeding from all her knots, and on her messy hair, she was still wearing the colorful butterfly hairpin with broken horns-

"Ahh He screamed to his feet and staggered back two steps, the chair behind him being pushed to the ground with a "boom" sound.

The "woman" on the torture rack laughed wildly and turned to look at the two jailers.

In the eyes of the two jailers, it was naturally not what Lord Zhang saw, but it was the person they were most afraid of, and they didn't know what they saw, so they screamed one after another, and even accidentally knocked over the brazier and burned their feet.

The wind slowly stopped, then disappeared, and not a single piece of paper on the table was touched.

The screaming three people slowly came back to their senses, and when they looked at the torture rack with trepidation, it was indeed Gonggong Pei on the torture rack, yes, the blood beads from the two or three whip marks on her body had already congealed into blood, and they were looking at them innocently.

"My lord, I think we can have a good talk?"

At first, Master Zhang wanted to kill this eunuch who "knew too much", but after things were beyond common sense and he was frightened, he didn't have the courage.

He is not bad enough not to fear demons and gods.

"Quick, untie him, let him go."

At the same time as Master Zhang gave the order, the two jailers had already untied the shackles on Qiu Xiaobei's body in awe, their hands trembled, their attitude was respectful, and they nodded their heads, for fear that she would be a little dissatisfied.

When Qiu Xiaobei put his hand down, he pulled the whip wound and hissed, and the jailer hurriedly took out a bottle of ointment: "Great, master, this ointment is very spiritual, do you want to try it?" ”

She sat down on the bench brought by another jailer, facing the black table, and raised her chin to Lord Zhang: "Sit, sit, my lord, let's have a good talk." ”