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Jailer Liu Feng slowly stood up from the ground, his face was full of hideousness, looking at the butler lying on the ground, with only a faint float on his chest, his eyes showed a perverted sense of satisfaction, as if the butler was the meat on the board, and he was a skilled cook.

"Three generations of our Liu family are jailers, passed down by word of mouth, there are a total of eighteen crafts, even if it is an iron man, he is also bent in front of these crafts, I don't know how many sets of services can you hold up as an old dog?"

Looking at the hideous-looking jailer, Situ Lang only felt the goosebumps on his body protrude one by one, and he couldn't help but feel a chill. Even the teeth were pounding, making a crisp sound.

Terrible!

It's horrible.

This jailer's whole body was full of evil energy, like a Shura from hell. Such a person, I'm afraid that even a terrible ghost wouldn't dare to approach, right?

Demons are afraid of the wicked!

"Are we going to torture tomorrow, he can't hold it anymore. ”

The young jailer looked at the festering flesh all over his body, exuding a burnt smell, like a half-cooked steak steak, and his face showed a hint of unbearability.

The middle-aged jailer did not answer immediately, but stepped forward to investigate the injury, and the muscles of his whole body had experienced the pain of torture tools, and there were even wounds that opened one after another.

Because of time, some wounds have turned white, and some have begun to erode and suppurate.

Moreover, the forehead of the steward was also a little hot, which was a sign of infection. As long as it is not properly treated, it will definitely die in this black prison.

But thinking of the future that was about to come and the expectations of several generations, his somewhat thin lips suddenly turned up, and a trace of pride and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Do what I say, I can't die for the time being. ”

"We want a confession!"

"Anything else is no longer in the picture. ”

The young jailer looked at the bearded steward, who was already a little unconscious, and had a scorching smell all over his body, and felt a little unbearable in his heart, and whispered:

"If he is executed again, he will be beaten to death!"

"The government has not yet pronounced a verdict, and now it is not in accordance with the law to beat him to death here!"

"Huh!"

The middle-aged jailer glanced at the young jailer on his face, and the corners of his mouth rose to reveal a hint of mockery. His eyes rolled strangely, revealing some scarlet whites, and he asked rhetorically.

"So what?"

"Are there still fewer prisoners who die violently in this prison every day?"

"One more of him is not more, less of him is not less. ”

The jailer's eyes froze, his face was also a little stunned, and he looked at the middle-aged jailer who was preparing the torture tools, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The middle-aged jailer looked at the young jailer standing there in a daze, with a rare warmth in his eyes, he was still young, and he needed to go through a few years of training before he could see through the essence of this world.

"Dare to lend the Chengjun King token to the sect privately, open the legal net, and cause the demon to come into the world. Such a heinous person deserves to be killed even if he is killed. ”

"But it's not good to be killed. After all, this matter is very involved, and it may be possible for the adults to interrogate them later, so it is better for us to interrogate the one next to him, and he may know something. ”

The young servant glanced at Situ Lang, who was tied to the Xing frame, his whole body trembled, his face was pale, and there was a faint stench in his pants, and his eyes were a little playful.

"It's good!"

The middle-aged jailer glanced at the Hu steward who was injured all over his body and fainted, and also understood the truth of being too late, and sighed helplessly.

"You can't do this to me, I'm the head of the Situ family. ”

Situ Lang looked at the middle-aged official with a gloomy and ruthless face holding a leather whip, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of fear, like a mad dog, and shouted with all his might.

"You cannot execute me. Our Situ family is a wealthy family. The other heads of the family knew that something had happened to me, and they would certainly not sit idly by. ”

"Master Situ, when you are here, don't hold the shelf of the master of the Situ family. If I were you, I would quickly recruit what I knew, and save myself the pain of flesh and skin. ”

Seeing that Situ Lang still had illusions, the young servant couldn't help but sneer, and said with some disdain.

"Besides, how did you get the position of the head of the Situ family, don't you know it yourself?"

"According to the ancestral family law, Mr. Situ is the head of this generation, and you are just a lowly concubine. ”

"You... ”

Situ Lang seemed to have been hit by someone, and his eyes suddenly became dull. The spirit of the whole body seemed to be drained, and there was no longer the spirit just now.

"Execution!"

The eyes of the middle-aged official couldn't help flashing a trace of madness and ruthlessness, and his whole body was filled with an indescribable excitement.

"I want to see Situ Xing, you can't treat me like this, I'm Situ Zhenguo's uncle. ”

Situ Lang looked at the perverted look in the eyes of the middle-aged servant, his body stiffened suddenly, and he roared with some fear.

"Mr. Situ is reading books, preparing for the spring festival, and there is a mind to pay attention here. ”

The middle-aged servant couldn't help but sneer and said disdainfully.

"That's it!"

A hint of mockery flashed in the young officer's eyes.

Situ Lang's eyes were dull and he wanted to open his mouth, but when he thought of King Chengjun's cruel methods, he couldn't help but shudder.

"It's still a fluke!"

"Do you think King Chengjun will come to save you!"

The middle-aged jailer seemed to see through Situ Lang's thoughts, and snorted with some disdain.

"King Chengjun was declared by the saint, and he was also confiscated from the military power, he is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect himself, he wants to kill you now It's too late, how can he come to you!"

"I say!"

The flesh and blood were rotten, like rag bags, as if he had heard something, his closed eyes showed signs of opening, and his lips trembled slightly. There was a very faint sound.

"It would have been nice to have done this sooner!"

"Treat him!"

"This one next to it is worthless, just dispose of it!"

The middle-aged jailer stood up with some surprise and said excitedly.

"No!"

The young jailer was also excited, and hurriedly took out the wound medicine from his arms to stop the bleeding from the upper wound of the steward Hu.

"I said, I said!"

Looking at the steward Hu who was about to confess, and the jailer with a long knife in his hand and a hideous face, Situ Lang only felt that his heart was trembling, and he didn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly said loudly.

Looking at Situ Lang, who was on the verge of collapse and was talking a little nonsense, the eyes of the middle-aged servant couldn't help but have a hint of joy.

"Take him out and sign the book!"

"No!"

Several jailers with stout bodies, full of flesh and faces, like wolves and tigers, rushed in, grabbed Situ Lang's neck, and carried Situ Lang out of the cell like a chicken.

Seeing Situ Lang being taken away by the jailer, the young jailer's hand that was applying the medicine froze.

Looking at the butler lying on the ground, like rotten meat, and Situ Lang who was taken away to sign and draw, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and the middle-aged jailer seemed to be relieved, and his whole body couldn't say that he was relaxed.

"Scatter!"

Like Cinderella's crystal slipper, it was about to show its original form at midnight, lying on the ground like rotten meat, and a puff of smoke came out of the slightly undulating butler on his chest, and he really turned into a pile of red and white rotten meat. Looking at the texture, it should be beef or something.

"I've finally been deceived!"

The middle-aged jailer was a little lucky, and said with some excitement.

If Situ Lang was here, he would definitely be shocked, the interrogation just now, and the torture to extract confessions were all just tricks!