Is this man in the hallucination the same skeleton we see?

What is the identity of this man?

Could it be said that this illusion I am in was created by this skeleton?

There are a lot of doubts in my heart, but now there is no other way than to continue to watch.

Soon, I knew the identity of the man.

Just after this man appeared, all the palace maids around him knelt down, and I could even hear the voices of those palace maids.

Shang King!

I heard the ladies of the palace call me.

Shang Wang? The king of the Shang Dynasty, this man, shouldn't be the emperor of the Shang Dynasty?

The Shang Dynasty has been a few years since now, and it is a person who is even older than the era in which Bai Qi lived.

Speaking of the Shang Dynasty, the most famous person...... The King of Shang.

One of the most inhumane, cruel, bloody, ruthless, and whimsical inventors in Chinese history.

He has created countless cruel punishments in his life, and it can be said that he is a man who has exerted cruelty to the limit.

When I think of the murals on both sides of the corridor when we came, the name almost came out of nowhere.

In the picture, the king of the Zhou is playing with his leopard in the back garden, and a maid in the palace brings tea.

Maybe it was because she knew the cruelty of the king of Zhou, or maybe it was the first time she served the king of Zhou, but the maid was afraid and her hands were trembling, but one accidentally spilled the tea in the teacup on the sleeve of the king of Shang.

The maid was so frightened that she knelt on the ground, she knew that the king was cruel, and it was not a matter to kill a maid at will.

The maid didn't even dare to take a breath, only her body was trembling, constantly confessing and begging for mercy.

The king's brow tightened slightly, and then he immediately relaxed.

He smiled, and unlike other hypocritical smiles, it was a heartfelt smile that was struck by inspiration and satisfied.

It's just that kind of smile, even I, a bystander, feel frightened and trembling, that kind of smile represents definitely not kindness, but the most cruel inspiration.

He flicked the sleeves of his robe, lifted the trembling servant up very generously, and said in a tone of unprecedented tenderness, "It doesn't matter, I won't put the sword on you, and what you gave me, I will give you back double."

The man then announced what he was going to do with the slave: let the drops of water drip over her head continuously.

The slave thought that he would not die, and kowtowed like pounding garlic, tears flowed out, and his hands on the ground were still shaking. The attendants and officials on the left and right praised the Shang king for his wisdom and tolerance.

It's just that things will definitely not be that simple, I can see this man's eyes, it is absolutely ruthless, looking at the officials who praise him around him, and the slave, that kind of gaze, as if he is looking at a group of fools.

Immediately, the eyes were a little lonely, it was a lack of confidants, no one could understand their loneliness, these stupid people, they didn't know how amazing the whimsy in their hearts was.

Perhaps only the official who followed the man could somewhat understand the man's thoughts.

This person is the executioner, and he is also the closest person around the king of Shang, who likes punishment the most.

The punishment began.

The picture jumps to a more familiar place, which is exactly the corridor we passed through before, and the torture room specially set up for this punishment.

The executioner devised a device that carried out the king's instructions with complete faithfulness, and at the four corners of a square base, four pillars supported a hard plank, in the center of which was a palm-sized hole, in which the errant slave sat on a comfortable chair, with the top of his head peeking out of the hole.

The slave's head was held in place by iron hoops and could not move, but his limbs were free to move, but he could not reach the top of his head peeking out of the hole because of the hardwood planks above his head.

There was a bucket hanging above his head, and a small hole was cut into the bottom of the bucket, allowing the water to slowly drip on the top of the prisoner's head.

The next picture is that this process is repeated repeatedly, and the criminal officer fills the bucket with water every morning, and the bucket of water is exactly dripping in a day. This device has no blade, fulfilling the promise of the king of the sword not to be added to the body.

In the first period of execution, the errant slave was even somewhat baffled, for the process was simply enjoyable compared to her past life, except that her head could not move.

She sat in a soft, comfortable chair that she had never sat in in her life, and the prisoner served her like a slave, bringing her three full meals a day, and when she needed to defecate, someone would change the barrel under the chair.

It is even said that every once in a while, there will be palace maids who will come to clean up the dirt on her body to avoid any diseases caused by uncleanness.

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