In the damp and cold basement, dozens of large furnaces that have not been extinguished all year round are lined up in turn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info was a laborer standing on the ladder, constantly stirring up the viscous yellow liquid.

Trample.

Trample.

The sound of footsteps came from the enclosed corridor, and the coolies stirring the cauldron could not help but shudder, and their bodies trembled like a sieve.

The door was pushed open, and a hoarse voice came from the end of the corridor, like a declaration of death: "On the twenty-seventh, Uncle Yang will open a 'special show' for you." ”

At the edge of the seventh cauldron, the thin body slowly stood up, and the fire shone in his desperate eyes, as if the judgment of death had arrived. If possible, how he wished he could jump into this hot pot and die.

However, the iron chains on his feet allowed him to fall on the edge of the cauldron. As soon as the overseers on one side see that you are looking for death, they will torture you so desperately that you do not even dare to die. Every day they are brought to a fixed location, a fixed process, and they work like machines.

The chains on his feet were unfastened and replaced with a pair of shackles, as well as an additional pair of shackles on his hands.

The overseer, with triangular eyes and a short whip in his hand, smiled evilly, "Let's go." Uncle Yang opened a 'special show', which is enough for you to enjoy. ”

Twenty-Seven swallowed a mouthful of saliva and followed the two overseers towards the end of the corridor. The closer he got to the terrifying "Hades Palace", No. 27's body trembled instinctively, and his steps became smaller.

The wooden door was pushed open by the overseer, and the old man inside was leaning on his back, as if he was tinkering with the bottles and cans in his hands.

Twenty-Seven's body immediately collapsed, and he took a few steps back, but was pressed against his back by the whip.

"Not in yet! Grinding, Uncle Yang will be unhappy later, you know the consequences! ”

A flash of despair flashed in Twenty-Seven's eyes, and his footsteps flickered until he finally reached the dimly lit cabin. He lowered his head and shouted with some trepidation: "Uncle Yang." ”

"Sit down." Uncle Yang showed his black and yellow teeth, like a demon in hell, and his sunken eye sockets seemed to have been ripped out of something, and his eyes looked very protruding.

Twenty-seven sat down in the specially made chair in fear, and two overseers immediately came over and secured his limbs and neck to the chair.

"Don't stuff the tongue, I still have something to ask him." Uncle Yang smiled slightly and motioned for the two overseers to withdraw.

After the wooden door creaked and closed, his hands were crossed with ten fingers and naturally placed on his abdomen, "Today is the first day of the new year, Baizi, do you remember this time three years ago?" ”

Hearing the old man's voice, No. 27's body trembled, and his voice was hoarse: "Remember...... Remember. If it weren't for Uncle Yang, I would have starved to death in the alley. ”

"Hmm. It seems that you still have some conscience. Uncle Yang asked you, where did Xiaofan go? ”

"No, I don't know......"

Uncle Yang's eyes opened, like an angry old dog, the cold iron piece was placed on No. 27's arm, and the gray powder gradually shook into the two pieces of iron.

"I really don't know?"

No. 27's hand trembled even more, but he was restrained by an iron fist, he could only tremble, and his pupils seemed to have lost their luster, "Uncle Yang, I really don't know ......"

Yikes!

A burning incense touched the powder, and a bright light flashed between the pieces of iron.

"Ahh

Twenty-seven wailed in pain, his whole body shaking violently, and the heart-rending pain caused his fingers to clutch the wooden chair, leaving deep finger marks.

When the piece of iron was removed, it seemed to be stained with flesh, and when it was pulled like this, there was another heart-rending pain.

Uncle Yang blew away the residue left after the burning, admired his work, and said with a smile: "You are so familiar with Xiaofan, it is impossible not to know." Say, where did he go on Chinese New Year's Eve yesterday? ”

The severe pain has numbed the nerves of No. 27, and after a little relief, the burning pain of the wound will slowly drill into the heartache. "Leave me alone, Uncle Yang. I really don't know, I really don't know......"

"Ahh

The old man didn't know what powder had been poured on the wound, and this time, Twenty-Seven had the urge to bite his tongue and kill himself. As a result of the struggle, the iron fists on the limbs and neck had pierced the skin, and blood was running down.

"And now?"

Twenty-seven hung his head, breathing like a gossamer, and his body trembled from time to time.

"Do you know where to go now?" The old man looked at the medicine powder being soaked in the burnt scars, "If you don't say it, this wound will be extremely itchy, and you will go crazy if it itches." ”

Twenty-seven's face was bloodless, and he shook his head down.

The old man slapped his hands on the table, shaking the bottles and cans.

"Impossible! How could a brute who was going to die run away on his own! No way! The old man's eyes were red, as if he wanted to kill someone.

The twenty-seventh had passed out. The two overseers, who were waiting outside the door, came in in silence and dragged Twenty-Seven, who looked like a corpse, away.

The middle-aged man in a fur coat walked into the secret room, sniffed the smell of gunpowder and burnt in the air, and understood that the old madman in front of him was just holding a "special session" again, so he said: "Yang Tou'er, since No. 8 is missing, do you want to withdraw?" ”

"Withdraw? Are you going to tell me to withdraw now? Who will make up for the 100,000 catties of salt cakes? ”

The fur-fur man bowed his head and bent down, not daring to make a sound.

The old man snorted coldly, "I'm not here in Chinese New Year's Eve, I all went out to fool around, now it's okay, I don't even know how people sneak out!" If you let the above know, you'll all die! ”

"Uncle Yang, what do you say I should do?"

"Recently, I've been clever, and everyone in the store has been reported, and once there is a suspicious person, report it immediately. Also, here will send more manpower to complete the number of salt cakes as soon as possible. Then we will see the situation. This damn thing! Uncle Yang punched the table and glanced at the feces and urine left on the torture equipment, which should have been left by incontinence just now.

"Get someone to clean it up."

"Yes." The fur-fur man replied.

"Twenty-seven doesn't look like lying. Keep an eye on me, and hopefully you'll be able to force out some useful news tonight, so you can kill the damn Eight! Uncle Yang's eyes were awe-inspiring with murderous intent, "This kid who can't be killed, Lao Tzu tortured him so much, he hasn't given up the will to escape, his bones are hard enough......"

Looking at Twenty-Seven, who looked like a dead corpse, the coolies who were still boiling were full of despair in their eyes. They may never see the rising sun, imprisoned in this purgatory with only fire and salt.

Here, with no sunlight shining on, in the dark corners of the Dajing Dynasty, the law is no longer the least protective weapon they should have as human beings. In that Hades Palace, Uncle Yang, who was like an evil ghost, devoured their beliefs step by step.

The belief in freedom and the belief in survival are all extinguished.

Here, the New Year's weather, the darkness is still there. A group of prisoners who do not deserve to have a name and can only survive with a cold code name, in despair, waiting for the last hope.