[Chapter Word Count:3176 Last Updated:2015-01-3011:00:00.0]

Wang Shihua, who was in a bad mood, silently returned to his residence, and saw Ah Xia sitting at the door with the soles of his shoes, that seriousness, that gentleness, and that Ning Qing, Wang Shihua suddenly had some feelings: Everyone has their own happiness and their own suffering. When you have the ability to give happiness to those who follow you, why don't you give them happiness?

hugged Ah Xia, who was about to stand up and salute.

"Ahh After Ah Xia exclaimed, she lowered her head with a red face and said softly, "Master, it's daytime." ”

"It's fine. I just want to hug you, and I feel happy to see you happy. ”

Ah Xia was stunned, she never thought that Wang Shihua also had such a gentle side. Some of them were about to speak, but when they saw Jiang Shoucheng frowning and coming over, they quickly shut up.

"Shoucheng, how is Ah Xia's affairs going?"

Jiang Shoucheng, who was about to open his mouth to report to Wang Shihua, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied: "Young master, the matter of the second lady has been decided, and in just three days, it has been prepared. ”

Ah Xia's eyes immediately turned red, she cried with joy, and ran into the house with her mouth covered.

Looking at Ah Xia's back, Wang Shihua's mood improved greatly: "Shoucheng, look at your sad appearance just now, is there something?" ”

Jiang Shoucheng nodded and whispered, "It's still about the assassin." ”

"Take me to see it, talk as you go."

As the appointed housekeeper, Uncle Jiang naturally reminded his son Jiang Shoucheng to cooperate as soon as possible. But Jiang Shoucheng never thought that he hadn't persuaded him here, and not only did he not explain the instructions behind the scenes, but whimsically proposed to give him a three-day deadline, and then come back to die after three days. If it weren't for the fact that Tieshi had nothing to do with the Wang family, Jiang Shoucheng suspected that the assassination itself was a show.

"Oh~! He actually took the initiative to make this request? "It's one thing to say it yourself, but it's another thing for the other person to take the initiative.

"Yes, young master, I think either this guy is innocent and cute, or someone has leaked a secret about this."

"This matter was improvised by me and your father, and even Shirong was just sued by me, so it shouldn't be possible to leak the secret."

Jiang Shoucheng opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and muttered: "My God, there is such a naïve person in the world, who can live for so long, his ancestral tomb must be smoking." ”

"Show me if you'll see."

From where Wang Shirong came out, Wang Shihua was in a complicated mood. was infected by Ah Xia's surprise, and her mood improved greatly. But now that he has arrived in his own dungeon, Wang Shihua is in an extremely bad mood.

When I was a child, I was naughty and mischievous, and I once went to play in the dungeon, and I was frightened and cried because of the tragic situation inside, and I never came. Now just arrived at the gate of the dungeon, the wind gusted, the smell of blood mixed with all kinds of strange smells came to the nose, the smoked Wang Shihua wanted to retreat, hearing the screams from inside, Wang Shihua remembered what he saw and heard when he was a child, his brows wrinkled into the word 'Chuan', and he glanced at Jiang Shoucheng beside him angrily.

Wang Shihua rarely concealed his joy and anger to the cronies around him, and the reproach at this glance was obvious, Jiang Shoucheng hurriedly lowered his head and explained: "Young master, now is the time when the green and yellow are not accepted, these tenants can't pay the rent they owed before, and they still want to borrow grain, so they don't want to change the previous interest, so they ......"

When Wang Shihua heard this, he was very helpless: the family wants to be richer, and now they still rely on rent collection and loans, and every summer, when the new grain is not out and the old grain is eaten, it has become the best time to lend to the poor, and it is also the best time to maximize the benefits of rent collection. Jiang Shoucheng did this for the sake of his family, starting from himself, he was not wrong, but meritorious.

Venture into the dungeon, where kerosene lamps hang on the walls, and the light is extremely dim and eerie.

After getting used to the light, I looked carefully and saw that there was a row of cells on each side of the same road, and each cell held as few as four or five people, and as many as ** people. The woman still has a thin dress, and the man is bad**, with dirt on all unkempt heads, and the whip blood marks on the body are messy and staggered, which is clearly visible.

"Young Master, watch your step." Jiang Shoucheng carried the lantern and reminded carefully.

"How can there be so many? Are they all rent owed? ”

"Basically." Jiang Shoucheng knew that Wang Shihua was in a bad mood, but now he had nothing to push, so he could only reply stubbornly: "Young master, the year you managed is still good, two percent less than in previous years." ”

"Young Master! You can spare me, I really can't help it......"

"Young Master! Spare your life! I will definitely pay the rent on time in the future......"

"Help, young master, please let them stop hanging me and beat me, if you beat me again, I will die......"

Perhaps it was because they heard the word young master, and the 'prisoners' who had empty eyes suddenly lit up with hope in their eyes, and they knelt on the side of the wooden fence, kowtowing and begging for mercy, and even banged the wooden fence with their heads. For a while, there was a commotion in the cell. And the screams in the same way were also much louder, and they instantly made up a miserable tune in the world.

Wang Shihua's face was grim, and his eyes were complicated to look at the past one by one, he never expected that there was such an ugly and cruel side behind the family scenery, and he was really a little stunned for a while. He didn't speak, he walked like a machine.

"Young Master, how did you come to such a place?" A middle-aged man about thirty-four or five years old ran quickly from the opposite side.

His name is Wang Shigu, and he is in charge of family punishment, and just like the great housekeeper has been passed down from generation to generation, so is his family.

When he was a child, he heard people call him the king of Hades in private, Wang Shihua laughed, this guy is like a pug in his face, how can he be worthy of the three words of the living Hades, but now, Wang Shihua feels that this guy is really a bit of a Hades posture.

"The entire Wang family belongs to the young master, where does the young master want to come, I have to ask you?" I don't know if Jiang Shoucheng had a holiday with this guy, or if he saw that Wang Shihua was not good-looking, he immediately put out the little butler's shelf, and beat the side drum on the side in a cold voice.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

The people in this world who are most afraid of others punishing themselves are precisely these torture masters. Wang Shigu slapped himself twice without thinking about it, and said with a flattering smile: "What the housekeeper said is that if you don't choose what you say, you deserve death." ”

Wang Shihua didn't speak, straightened his face, and continued to move forward.

If you still think that Wang Shigu is a bit of a Hades posture just now, then, when Wang Shihua came to the end of the same path and saw the scene in front of him, he immediately felt that the people's title was very accurate, and Wang Shigu definitely deserved the title of the living Hades.

There was a person tied to a torture rack, his hair was scattered, and he couldn't see it clearly, but there were more than ten bloody whip marks on his body, and at the lowest point of the torture rack, drop by drop of blood was dripping, showing a strange dark brown under the golden red luster of the torches. On the other case, which could be turned up and down, a woman was tied to it, and she was wet, and under her upper body was a huge wooden barrel, the water in which was mixed with blood, and under the light of the torch, it actually refracted golden red. In the shaking, it is as dazzling as starlight.

There were three people hanging in the air: two men were covered in **, although there was no blood stain of whip marks, but their hands were tied behind their backs, ropes were put around their necks, and the toes of their feet just touched the ground, but if they didn't stand on tiptoe, they would be strangled by ropes. The other should be a girl, and the clothes on her body are almost stranded, barely covering the key parts. There was no rope around her neck, but the thumb of her right hand was bound by a thin brown rope and hung in the air, and the weight of her whole body was in the thumb of her right hand, which was now swollen as big as a baby's fist, like a transparent ball, and refracted water in the torch. Her left hand was not tied, but it hung weakly, obviously struggling for a long time, and at this time she had given up as if she had given up.

It is conceivable that just because of their arrival, they stopped the torture, otherwise, they would have staged a version of the eighteen-layer hell for themselves.

Wang Shihua was completely stunned: since these people are tenants, they are people from the Wang family! How long is your conscience, how can you be so cruel to your own people?

"Young Master Shihua?" At this moment, the girl opened her eyes, glanced up at Wang Shihua slightly, and asked uncertainly. Immediately, after confirming that it was really Wang Shihua, a huge scream erupted in his hoarse voice: "Young Master Shihua, it's really Young Master Shihua." Young master, it's not that I don't agree, but I just got married, and I don't dare to go to the kiln. I beg the young master to spare me this time for the sake of making you a padded jacket when I was a child, right? Young master, please......"

"Smack!"

The girl's plea woke Wang Shihua up. The instantaneous anger made him angry, and he turned around and slapped Jiang Shoucheng. Another side kick kicked Wang Shigu upside down and flew six or seven meters, spit blood after falling to the ground, and fainted directly.

Wang Shihua's face was blue, his fingers trembled and pointed at the girl, his teeth clucked, but he couldn't shout a word.

"Put it down, put it all down......" Jiang Shoucheng was also stunned, from childhood to adulthood, not to mention that Wang Shihua had never beaten him, let alone seen Wang Shihua's hideous face, he jumped and screamed in fright. Then he undressed as he rushed towards the girl.

"Smack!"

Before he could rush to the girl's side, a gunshot rang out, and the rope that bound the girl was broken. Jiang Shoucheng didn't think about it, grabbed the dirty girl, and quickly covered her body with his own clothes, and then turned to look at Wang Shihua.

saw Wang Shihua carrying a box cannon and pointing at the jailers one by one, trembling with anger.

The four tortured and Wang Shigu all fainted, but the remaining four jailers and Jiang Shoucheng knelt on the ground tremblingly, fearing that they would become Wang Shihua's target for venting.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable...... Click! Click......"

Wang Shihua finally retained a trace of sanity and did not kill everyone, because he knew that although these jailers could not atone for their sins, in the final analysis, these people were doing things for their own families, and their roots were in their own homes. With nowhere to vent, he had to pull the trigger again and again on those torture instruments to vent his inner anger...... Wang Shihua's realm has not yet been sublimated to the level of rescuing the toiling masses of the world, but he is resentful of his own people being treated like this. In fact, in his eyes, he only distinguishes between himself and outsiders: outsiders, he doesn't care about killing, but he is very protective of his own people.

"Let it go, everyone let it go for me." Wang Shihua raised his hands to the sky and screamed angrily.

"Young master, you can't let it go!" At this moment, a bleak voice of opposition came from his fellow Daoists.

Wang Shihua, who was full of fierce light, didn't think about it, raised his hand and pulled the trigger at the source of the sound......