Yan Jiaba, three out of fifty this year, according to him, is also a famous craftsman. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was tall and thin, looking from afar, like a stick and a pestle, and more importantly, his set of torture sticks, which looked very similar to him, never left his hand.

This was passed on to him by his father, who had the same errand as him, and according to his father, this set of clamps was also passed down by his grandfather, and their family had been doing this for generations, and giving him this name was also so that he should not bury this set of ancestral crafts.

His father not only gave him this name, but also took him to prison when he was ten years old and let him watch the prisoners being tortured. When he was fifteen years old, he asked him to use this set of clamps to break the ten fingers of a thief, and when he was eighteen years old, his father died and gave him this errand.

The sound of the prisoner's skin peeling, the prisoner's painful wail, and the sound of the red iron on the human body were all the best enjoyment to him!

In the past few decades, he can't remember how many prisoners he has tortured, and his ancestral clamp stick, I don't know if it was soaked in blood, or if it was played with day and night, it was dyed with a strange pulp, and there was an indescribable beauty. However, this clamp stick can only be appreciated by himself. Once his colleagues took it to watch, and this well-informed man actually had nightmares for days.

Yan Jiazhu is not only outstanding in business, but also an innovative talent, and the skills passed on to him by his father can no longer satisfy his pleasure. So he studied day and night, turned over the case files, asked the elders, and even experimented with prisoners, and gradually created his own skills.

He peeled off the prisoner's skin and cramped, removed the bones piece by piece, and shaved the flesh on his body until only a thin film remained. On top of that, it took three days and three nights for the prisoner to take his last breath.

He invented an iron cylinder, put the prisoner in it, and slowly heated it underneath, and the prisoner was burned and wailed in pain, and you thought that it was over, but it would be too much to despise him, and he threw in a mouse, and the rat got hot, and burrowed into the prisoner's stomach, hoping to find a cool place.

He cultivated a kind of Gu worm and planted it on the prisoner, and those Gu worms ate and drank on the prisoner, until the prisoner was left with an empty shell, and when he touched it, it shattered to the ground, of course, if he only put that one, an adult, he would have to eat it alive for half a year, so it was best to start with the toes, so that it could eat for a few more days.

Finally, his series of disgusting practices not only provoked the anger of the heavens, but even his peers could not look at them, and complained to the higher authorities while vomiting, and finally deprived him of his errand in prison.

There is nowhere to use his skills, and Yan Jiao, who is in his fifties, has a feeling that he has never met talents, and there is no prisoner to torture, he feels stabbed all over his body, and he can't sleep well.

Until he entered the weaving bureau, he discussed with his Bole Yang Governor for a day and a night. Finally regained direction! He swore to Yang Zhen that if one of the iron-clad strong men brought by Yang Zhen didn't cry to find his mother, he reflexively jumped into the river.

Today is his first day on the job, and he also welcomes his first guest, a dying man who has been poked by a sword. This was brought back by Lord Yang himself, and he instructed himself not only not to let him die, but also to dig out all the contents of his mouth.

Yan Jiaba didn't rush to make a move, he took a basin of hot water, and gently helped the man named Xie Fei scrub his body, his movements were gentle like a virtuous wife taking care of a drunken Ailang.

Xie Fei woke up from the coma, and immediately made eye contact with Yan Jiao, and in just an instant, Xie Fei vigorously shook the chain on his body and shouted: "I move!" I'm all recruited! Call Yang Zhen! ”

Yan Jiao Stick lightly made a silent gesture on his mouth, and said with a kind smile: "No moves." ”

As soon as the words fell, the hot vinegar mixed with millet poured into Xie Fei's nasal cavity, Xie Fei held his breath for a while, he couldn't hold back anymore, just gasped, the millet and vinegar were inhaled, sore, painful and hot! He coughed and exhaled in pain, and squirted out the millet again, but when the millet came out, it was like a small blood cell, full of slimy blood in his nasal cavity.

Yan Jiazhu poured another pillar of incense before taking the vinegar pot and said, "Say, you were weak just now, you have to drink and eat first." ”

Xie Fei didn't even dare to say half a hard word, his mouth was full of thanks to Yan Jiaba, thanking Yan Jiazhu Bodhisattva for not continuing to fall.

Yan snorted and asked him, "How do you know that my nickname is Living Bodhisattva?" ”