There were dim flickering fires and different instruments of torture buried in the candlelight. He felt that he always seemed to have a relationship with these things. What was missing, however, was the familiar screams he had heard before.

It seems that, on the other hand, the prison in this backmountain training ground is very "simple".

"Huang Duqi" waited for a moment, and a person came over and saluted Huang Yue, and then solemnly handed a piece of paper in his hand to the man: "If there is no problem, please put a handprint on it." ”

Huang Yue's brows furrowed, but he saw two eye-catching red characters printed on the paper in his eyes.

After sentencing, it was actually a flogging?!

Then he hurried down - it was okay, only three lashes.

Quietly, Huang Yue pressed the palm print with the ink brought by the person next to him, and then took it to the ink cream.

He saw the word "flogging," but he didn't know what it was, but when he saw the amount, somehow he had a bad premonition.

There are only three lashes, and not fifty lashes sound frightening, and the number seems insignificant, and I know that I have made a big fuss, and it is impossible to get my sentence commuted, and the only possibility is ......

The man's heart tightened, and he no longer had the fierceness of Xingtai's death-seeking, and looked at Huang Yue with a searching gaze, but Huang Yue just glanced at him lightly and then stepped aside.

A man brought a tray over, and his words were very respectful and cold, like thin leaves falling in the cold autumn wind, with a touch of casualness and gloom.

This time, Ink Cream finally didn't choose to beat the person, or be beaten. He just glanced at the visitor faintly, and removed his clothes silently. Then, I couldn't help but observe the look of the person opposite.

He seemed to want to see something in the other person's eyes, but at the same time he was afraid to see something in them that he didn't want to see. Luckily, however, the man's face remained expressionless, and his eyes did not glance at the man's delicate and furious dragon pattern.

As if relieved, Ink Frost quietly folded the clothes and placed them in the tray, and then followed the guide all the way to an open space.

I don't know what is sparse behind him, and there is a sparse sound, and a voice that is neither humble nor arrogant inexplicably reminds Mo Shuang: stand up straight.

What is this doing? Do you have to pay attention to posture when you are punished?

Straightening his body upright, before he could finish his thoughts, he was suddenly hit on his back, and suddenly there was a muffled sound of skin and flesh blooming, and then there was an extremely terrifying "stabbing sound", as if the fuse had been ignited. Then, like a fire burning the grassland, the blood mouth behind it suddenly burst into flames, and within a moment there was a burst of burnt fragrance. The swirling smoke rose from the rolled and cracked flesh, and began to bubble like a boil under the scorching heat, tearing open the wound that had been thin and narrow, and scorched it.

The line of fire on the back seems to have great force, and the whip directly knocks the person to the ground.

The naked man fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time, his mouth open, but he could not make any sound. The throat was agitating and swallowing dryly, the beautiful Adam's apple slid up and down for a long time, but there were a few painful chokes, and the other characters were all swallowed by themselves, and it was not accurate to say "swallow", the feeling was more like someone stuck in the throat and unable to pronounce.

With great difficulty, he lifted his heavy body halfway up with his hands, and his back felt like it was on fire to his bones, and he seemed to hear the sound of roasting meat, and even more so to smell the mouth-watering taste of food, but this made him extremely frightened, because the source of these two senses was still himself.

His right hand unconsciously touched his back, like an ordinary person who suddenly found that his organs were missing, and wanted to really understand and explore it for the first time, his hand trembled to the extreme, however, the wound was in the middle of his back, and he couldn't reach it.

"Get up. The man with the whip said lightly, completely untouched by the miserable appearance of the person in front of him, his face was expressionless, not sad or happy, just a routine.

No one helped it, and no one let it go because they couldn't bear it.

His lips trembled for a long time, and he choked for a long time, and Mo Shuang turned his gaze to Huang Yue who was not far away, but Huang Yue was facing away from him at the moment.

"Get up. The man repeated again calmly and coldly.

Wasn't he calloused? Why...... This thing...... It hurts so much......

Three lashes, only three, only two left, can we still beat him to death?

I gritted my teeth, and the meridians on my arms bulged into a cluster of coiled vines under the flesh, and after several attempts, I finally supported my body, slowly getting up and standing up again, and there was a little shaking.

"Stand firm. "The person behind it is like a puppet who can only repeat actions and words, and has no emotions to speak of.

He endured the burning pain in his back and bones, and beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Stand up straight!" This time the voice had an undoubted majesty, an invisible pressure imprisoned the man, he had to skim his shoulders back, the moment the muscles on the back of his shoulders contracted, his chest rose high, and the whole person stood as straight as a bamboo pole.

However, before he could hold his position for long, another huge wave of burning force beckoned him, and as expected, he was beaten down mercilessly.

This time, his jaw slammed directly against the stone slab, knocking his eyes with stars. The whip marks behind him burned like a fuse, and then expanded wildly outward, the kind of gluttonous fragrance, and the kind of terrifying sound......

Ink Cream's eyes were about to turn white, and at this moment, her lips were extremely pale like a dying fish, opening and closing meaninglessly, and she continued to swallow silently and panting heavily, and her violently and exaggerated chest had the illusion of less air intake and more air out, and her whole body was already wet with sweat like a waterfall, I don't know whether it was hot or painful.

"Get up. The puppet moved the string and continued to repeat with an expressionless face, his eyes coldly reflecting the person in pain in the faint light.

As if it was because of the reminder of those two words that the man remembered that he still had the function of "pronunciation", a heart-rending scream finally erupted from his stuck throat, resounding through the mountains and forests, and startling the birds perched on the trees outside.

"Get up. When the wailing had subsided, the voice of disgust and panic echoed overhead.

However, he gritted his back molars and struggled desperately on the ground, but he felt that he could not get up anymore.

The bloodshot eyes looked at Huang Yue again, but the person still stood still.

......

"Get up. The puppet man kept repeating.

The long black hair that had been tied up scattered, covering half of the handsome and pale face, and drowning it in the shadows. His deep, dark eyes were unfocused, sweat soaking his face, his hair, and ...... His eyes slowly dripped to the slightly cold ground.

"Get up. The man's voice was slightly raised.

The brain was blank, but the body struggled desperately, like a dying stubborn worm, struggling to wriggle.

Eventually, the man with two horrible wounds carved into his back climbed up - with the last of his strength.

Then, there was a series of numb standing firm, holding their heads high, and holding their chests high.

The moment the back muscles retracted, the burning pain of the crack made the man's body tremble a few times, but in the end, he tried to stand up as required and closed his eyes to meet the last time.

Sure enough, he was beaten to the ground again, and his body did not seem to be burned by fire, but as if it had been struck by a huge electric current, and began to twitch uncontrollably, and finally shrunk into a ball.

The funny thing is that after the man finished his mission, he also gave a very standardized military salute to himself, and said lukewarmly: "Your Excellency's three flogs have been completed, you can go." After that, he repeated it to Huang Yue, and then mechanically retreated to the door.

How to go?

Ink Cream is like a shrimp without a shell, and his arms subconsciously hold his body, as if that can relieve some pain. However, he seemed to feel a little wound on the edge of his waist, which was hard and hot, and seemed to have a layer of blisters, and a layer of crust rolled up on the blisters. The hand that touched the wound shook and suddenly retracted as if it had touched some taboo.

"Can you still stand up?" Huang Yue's flat voice came, lukewarm.

Can he stand up? Can't he see, why is he still asking such obvious questions?!

His sweat-soaked eyelashes trembled, and a hint of mockery flashed in his dark eyes; Ink Frost didn't answer, and continued to grit his teeth and close his mouth to endure the remaining pain; he was really afraid that if he opened his mouth, the breath that supported him would dissipate, and then he would not be able to hold on any longer.

"If you feel uncomfortable, lie down for a while and then leave. Don't wear clothes for an hour, the fire mark has not completely dissipated, and it will stick your flesh and skin to your clothes. Don't get drenched in water these days, it will fester. Huang Yue sighed and said, "You have a good rest first, and I'll go to the Venerable Lord." ”

Ink Frost's eyes froze, and finally said bitterly: "You want to ...... Tell him?"

Huang Yue shook his head: "No, there is something to deal with." In addition, you have the 'hidden' of the Lord, and although he doesn't know the details, he can sense your general situation. He couldn't have been unaware of the punishment of the flogging. ”

The man's heart skipped a beat.

As if seeing something, Huang Yue comforted: "Don't worry, the Lord will hand you over to me and I won't care about you for the time being, but if there is a next time, I don't dare to guarantee it." ”

Huang Yue said, turned around and went out, and when he stepped out of the threshold, he added: "Some things are not as serious as you think. You're scared just because you don't want to face it. Do it for yourself!"

............

After an hour, the ink's gasping had calmed down, and the sharp pain in his back had subsided, but it was still not much better.

The man struggled to his feet, grabbed the clothes from the tray on the table next to him, and stumbled out of the room. The prison guards, on the other hand, saluted the passers-by with their faces as if they were noble guests.

When I walked out of the prison, it was already night, and when I looked up, I saw that the sky was dark and thundering, and a few columns of lightning and thunder occasionally hung on the curtain in the distance...... Want...... It's raining?

Before he could take a few steps, sure enough, the raindrops began to drip lightly.

"Don't get drenched in water these days, it will fester. ”

Huang Yue's voice echoed in his mind, and the clothes on his body slowly became wet.

The man suddenly laughed lowly, looked up at the dim sky full of needles, and smiled heartily, laughing and stumbling forward while getting drenched in the rain.

He didn't go back to that prison to take shelter from the rain, but threw himself directly into the arms of the rainy night.