"K, what are you doing here!" Dakota was anxious and struggled again and again, but was grabbed by Min Yichen's arm, dragged down directly and threw it next to the iron box.

"You let go of me, K, you're so unreasonable!" Dakota gripped her aching arm as she was being tugged, full of rage.

"Ma'am, you are a native, a noble white man, and you naturally know that this strange thing that your illustrious white ancestor invented before."

Dakota turned her head tremblingly, looking at the human-shaped, rusty box, and when she saw clearly that it was not rust, but blood, Dakota was terrified, but the next second she pretended to be calm.

"K, what the hell do you want to do?" Dakota asked, "What the hell is this?" ”

"Iron box."

When the four words of the iron box were spoken, Dakota's whole person sifted the chaff sharply, and his breathing began to speed up.

The iron box of one of the ten tortures of the Middle Ages – which only existed in the Inquisition a few hundred years ago.......

Put people in iron boxes and burn them on fire.......

Min Yichen approached Dakota Tower, opened the humanoid iron box with a bang, and suddenly his face was greeted by an ominous blood-brown color, and a terrifying and disgusting smell of rot.

In particular, the sharp iron nails in the box are densely packed, and the front and back of the iron box are full of nails, so that Dakota feels that his eyes are hurting when he sees it.

Dakota took two steps back, was grabbed by Min Yichen's backhand, and pressed against the side of the iron box, Dakota suddenly howled in horror.

"Don't, K, you can't be so cruel!"

"Am I cruel? Ma'am, you have done so many evil things one after another, and you are merciful? Min Yichen was ruthless, holding the woman against the edge of the iron box, and Dakota's face looked down at the nails that were close at hand, and on each nail was a shocking blood-brown color.

Brown blood, more visually striking than red blood, is a deteriorating color, an image of death from the past.

"In the old days, in the Inquisition, when a witch lay down in it, she closed the lid and the nails up and down would be driven into the body. It will take three days and three nights to bleed before slowly dying. ”

"If you want the prisoner to confess, you can start a raging fire underneath, and the iron box will be burned red and shiny, and the people inside will ...... Ma’am。 Would you like to give it a try? ”

"I ...... What did I do...... Do this to me? Dakota was already weeping over the thirteenth-century instrument of the Inquisition.

It was invented by her great white ancestors, and now, about to be used on her, how ironic.

She regretted it, regretted that she was impulsive today, was carried away by love, and fell for Min Yichen.

"K, you're not in love with me, are you?" Dakota finally understood, and wanted to cry, but wanted to cry without tears.

Why? What kind of possession is Min Yichen? Doesn't that mean the drug is useful? Why don't all kinds of poisons invade? She finally understood that she underestimated this man who had been electrocuted in the Far East and did not die.

"Ma'am, are you going to lie down on your own, or am I going to send you in?" Min Yichen's face was expressionless, and with the cruel and ruthless gaze of the Kunta era, he looked at the trembling woman in front of him.

"What the hell do you want me to do .......?"

"First, tell me, where did that drug come from, which will make you fall in love with you after injection?"

"Second, the password to that confidential document in your golden locket."