The foul-smelling urine poured down his throat together. Li Bao immediately felt that his stomach was overturned, and an irrepressible force rushed backwards from the bottom to the top, and his cheeks were full in an instant. He bent down and lowered his head, and spit out violently, searching his intestines and stomach as if he was going to hollow out his body. After spitting for a while, Fang closed his mouth, but the strong smell of filth all over the ground smoked his brain, making people unbearable, and Li Bao was uncontrollable and nauseated, and vomited all the yellow bile.

After a long time, Li Bao raised his head and leaned back weakly, with a lot of snot and tears on his face. He gasped for breath for a long time before he said intermittently: "Back then, I, my eldest brother once warned me, saying that people like you can't be offended, and I don't care about it. Now, I understand my eldest brother's kindness, good intentions and long-term vision. …… Eldest brother! My good brother, where are you, when you die, and leave me alone to suffer...... I regret not listening to you! ”

His eyes were red and swollen, his face, mouth, and neck were covered with all kinds of wet filth*, his chest was blurred with blood, and his body was smelly, and he was almost unhuman. Feng Liang felt a strange feeling of pleasure in his heart, he was afraid and hated the powerful role when he was young, and now, like a livestock, he was allowed to abuse and abuse, which couldn't help but make people raise their eyebrows.

Feng Liang simply ignored Li Bao's trance-like self-talk. He turned his head and gestured to his subordinates again, and after a while, someone brought a piece of clothing, shook it open and displayed it in front of Li Bao's eyes.

Li Bao also stopped unconsciously and looked at it in a daze, not knowing what kind of terrible trick this was. He saw that the clothes were ordinary and very old, except for the black and purple on the chest, there was nothing special.

When someone brought it to him and asked him to take a closer look, he found that the black and purple on the clothes turned out to be a large patch of blood! Although he was still a little dazed, Li Bao suddenly felt an inexplicable fear grip on his heart, and he became extremely uneasy.

Feng Liang sneered and said slowly: "Do you still know this dress?" ”

"No, I don't remember ...... much"

"General Li is so forgetful. This bloody coat is unknown to others, but you shouldn't not remember it. It's the same clothes you wore when you killed Sun Long that day! ”

Feng Liang suddenly raised his voice, although it was not very huge, but in Li Bao's ears, it was tantamount to earth-shattering thunder. The bloody clothes were in the dark environment, and the extremely dazzling silence floated in front of him, Li Bao couldn't help screaming, and hurriedly looked away, he curled up tightly, and felt that the roots of his hair had stood up in an instant.

The two thugs grabbed Li Bao up, and another person stepped forward, quickly stripped off Li Bao's clothes, and quickly put Sun Long's bloody clothes close to him, and then sat Li Bao down again, but tied his hands and feet, so that he could no longer have half of his independent actions.

Then, under Feng Liang's instructions, several people brought a desk and placed it squarely in front of Li Bao at close range, on the desk, there was only a black spirit tablet, and a few words on it were miserable white: The position of Sun Long, the former general of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Li Bao was terrified, his soul was scattered, and his whole body trembled like chaff. But I heard Feng Liang say quietly: "If you want to talk about missing the old love, the lord is definitely one." not only buried Sun Long in a grand manner, but also posthumously honored him as a captured general, and ordered a special person to sacrifice incense. But if you want me to say, if Sun Long has knowledge, he would rather not have any fame and honor except gratitude, as long as he can survive and turn around. But can a person be resurrected after death? No, I have no choice but to let Sun Long confront you face to face like this. He didn't deserve to die, but he never imagined that he would be plotted by you. Oh, this clothes are his blood before he died, and most of this spirit card is attached to his soul, he must have something to say to you, tonight, you will not be alone. ”

As he spoke, Feng Liang ordered people to stand beside Li Bao and erect four blazing torches tightly. The highly bright light immediately made the spirit sign black and white; And the tongue of fire burning close to him burned people to the point that they were covered with hot sweat and oily all over their bodies.

In addition to physical torture, mental torture can sometimes be more likely to break down. Feng Liang smiled wryly, nodded meaningfully to Li Bao, waved his hand, took everyone with him, walked out quickly, and locked the door with a clang.

The dark room immediately became dead and quiet. Li Bao was tightly bound to the iron chair, and the spikes under his body were deeply poked into the flesh and blood, and the continuous unbearable pain certainly made people unable to live for a moment, but what made Li Bao almost crazy was the close-fitting clothes and the terrifying spirit card in front of him. He felt that the bloody clothes seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and it was like an invisible hand, rubbing over his body, making his hairs stand on end; The spirit card also seemed to suddenly turn into Sun Long's bloodstained face before he died, staring at him coldly.

Li Bao couldn't bear it, he just felt that his nerves were about to collapse. He screamed in a terrible frenzy, the scream echoing through the gloomy cell, and there was not a single sound in response. After almost shouting hoarsely, Li Bao finally stopped, he opened his mouth and panted desperately, and his whole body was already soaked.

The blazing torches made the eyes shine brightly, but the rest of the room made the rest of the room more and more dark and indistinguishable, making people frightened. The torch burned silently, like a pair of forced eyes, staring at Li Bao viciously, stabbing him so that he couldn't have half of his composure. Occasionally, the firelight automatically twisted a few times without wind, emitting psychedelic smoke, and it seemed to be an unwilling soul. Li Bao stared at the bulging blood-red eye bubbles, his mouth was dry and he didn't dare to look more, so he simply closed his eyes, but he felt extremely panicked, and he had to open his eyes in panic in less than a moment. Over and over again, under the indescribable extreme horror, Li Bao felt that his broken soul seemed to have been out of his body.

On the second day, Feng Liang was about to visit the situation, and the jailer had already come to report, saying that the prisoner Li Bao was not in his mind at the moment, but he kept laughing wildly, and he couldn't stop whipping repeatedly, and he should have gone insane and completely insane.

Feng Liang's face was expressionless, and he mumbled, and walked away. Before he could get close to the cell, he heard a creepy laugh from inside, giving people goosebumps. Feng Liang frowned, stood outside for a while, and pushed the door in.

There were already quite a few jailers inside. One of them was holding a whip on his sleeve, swearing foul language. However, the scolding was covered by Li Bao's crazy laughter, and he lost the upper hand in momentum. The jailer was so angry that he was about to have a further attack, when he saw Feng Liang coming in, he hurriedly stopped his movements and saluted respectfully with everyone.

Feng Liang nodded slightly, and then turned his eyes to look at Li Bao. Li Bao was still tied to the iron chair, his face and body were covered with bloodstained scars from being whipped, and he felt pain when he looked at it. But he didn't seem to mind, just desperately tilted his head up, opened his mouth wide, and laughed hysterically and shriekedly.

Seeing someone standing in front of him, Li Bao paused slightly, his dull eyes were dull, and he looked at Feng Liang in a daze, spraying blood foam, and said vaguely: "Ah! Sun Long, you're here. You may be seated, please be seated. Well...... No, you're younger than him, you should be his father. Haha, it's his dad! Ahaha......"

Laughing maniacally, the whole soulless walking corpse. Feng Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the familiar but unfamiliar face, the scenes of his youth flashed in his mind, and some complicated emotions in his heart flashed, but they were fleeting.

"Du Shuai, his subordinates even broke a whip, he is still like this, there should be no hope." A subordinate stepped forward to report and said stupidly.

"Hmm. But in any case, even if he is insane, this person's life must not be spared. In this way, immediately escort him to the tomb of General Sun of Bailing Mountain, and then behead him as a reward, one hundred! I will go with you, and then I will come back to report to my lord. ”

After Li Bao's death, Feng Liang made a detailed statement to Gao Yue in 1510. Gao Yue doesn't ask about the process, as long as the result. Immediately listened to it, but still had no hatred, and instructed Li Bao's head to be hung up for public display as a warning. and strictly ordered that they were not allowed to be collected, and that their corpses should be left in the wilderness.