"Master, this, this is a terrible ghost who has come to ask for his life."

The horseman saw that this situation was not right, he didn't want to lose his life for a job, and besides, this temple had done a lot of evil and killed many innocent people, this was his retribution.

He jumped out of the carriage and ran away without looking back.

Siqing was scared in his heart, but he still pretended to be okay on his face, he looked back and cursed, "Waste."

When he turned his head again, he was somehow in his mansion, and there was no rattle in front of him and no paper money flying in the sky.

It's just that the mansion is not lit at night, the beams are covered with many cobwebs, and the yard is overgrown with weeds.

"Ming'er, Ming'er." He called his child's name in the mansion.

But the courtyard was empty, and many of the doors were locked.

In one corner, there was a sound of rustling, and a little boy was crouching in the corner.

Siqing saw the child and ran over, "Ming'er."

Fortunately, his youngest son is still there.

He looked a little soothed and walked over, Ming'er squatted in the corner, he kept his head buried in his hand, holding something in his hand.

"Come to Ming'er, it's very weird here, Dad will take you out first."

Ming'er slowly raised her head, and at the same time, the red lanterns in the house were lit.

Si Qing saw that Qingming'er's mouth was full of blood, and when he grinned, there was still a piece of rotten meat hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he was holding a bone in his hand that he didn't know where it came from.

Bloody tendons hung on the white bones of Sen Sen, carefully pieced, shaped like a human hand.

He looked blankly and said, "Dad, I'm so hungry, do you want to eat together?"

Siqing's eyes rolled nervously, his brows furrowed, and his heart pounded with fright from the scene in front of him.

He stiffened his gaze and looked to the ground.

On the ground lay a corpse that had been gnawed most of its face, the man's cheeks showing blood-red rotten flesh and white bones, and a small piece of loose skin hanging from his face.

The man lying on the ground was himself!

Ming'er grabbed an eyeball with bloody tendons in his other hand and put it into his mouth, and he laughed stupidly and weirdly.

Siqing was frightened by the scene in front of her and retreated, and her stomach turned over for a while, and she retched.

Many people appeared around him, and they stared at him with cold faces, their eyes full of hatred.

He carefully distinguished that several of them were tortured to death by him in Zongzheng Temple a few days ago, and some of them he just felt a little familiar and couldn't remember clearly, after all, there were too many people who died at his hands.

The dead men were like puppets, their limbs stiff and slowly gathered like him from all directions.

"Don't, don't come to me, don't come to me for your life."

He wanted to run with his legs, but his legs were like a thousand pounds, and he couldn't walk, he was so frightened that he couldn't breathe, he was a little dizzy, and the sound of bells came from his ears intermittently.

"Say you plead guilty or not!"

As soon as the rattle rang, Siqing's eyes gradually became clear, he was tied to the execution table, and the people under the stage were onlookers, and Ming'er was also on the stage.

Is he being arrested?

Lifting his eyes, Shen Muzhou was sitting on the platform, he was condescending, and a pair of peach blossom eyes on his flawless face were shining with a sharp murderous aura.

"What was wrong with me?" Siqing asked.

Shen Muzhou smiled and said, "Lord Siqing, do you know that the most common thing I have heard in the interrogation of the Dark Night Division is not to admit guilt."

"I usually tell them, okay, then try if your bones are hard or your mouth is hard."

"Guess what, this Dark Night Division has one hundred and seven tortures, and none of them can withstand the third one, which proves that this person is still soft-boned."

Zongzheng Siqing was frightened into a chill, didn't he say these words to Shen Muzhou a few days ago?

Which scene is illusory and which is reality?

Shen Muzhou commanded in a low voice, "Punishment."

The people of the Dark Night Division tied Zongzheng Siqing to the torture instrument and turned the wrench

, his limbs twisted in the opposite direction.

"Ah, don't look at Ming'er! Ming'er ......"

The heart-rending pain made him scream, and his last reason was not to let Ming'er see the embarrassing scene of his torture.

Ke Ming'er just looked at him stupidly, smirking from time to time, and a line of saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth, drop by drop, salivating to the ground.

"Ahh

After an arm was torn off, the punishment stopped.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes widening wide, and his mouth uttered a near-death wail, and the pain he had never felt before annihilated him little by little, dragging him into the abyss of hopelessness.

Some of the people in the Dark Night Division committed some crimes: "My lord still doesn't recruit you, these criminal laws have been used all over again, what else can you do?"

Shen Muzhou circled around him a few times and said, "Hey, are you afraid that this torture can't help it? I've recently come up with a new trick, and I'm not afraid that he won't do it, so you can prepare some coals, pry his mouth open, and then pour the hot coals into it, and you can smell the burnt flesh in an instant."

"The tongue, the throat, the intestines in the stomach, all burned together, tsk, that taste, hehehe."

Zongzheng Siqing looked at him in horror and asked, "What did I do wrong?"

Shen Muzhou looked at him and said, "You haven't remembered yet, did you do something wrong?"

The Nightsman brought up the hot charcoal fire in a copper basin and scooped a spoonful of sparkling charcoal with an iron spoon.

"Open your mouth."

Zongzheng Siqing bit his lower lip and did not open his mouth.

But the moment the iron spoon touched his lips, he let out a hysterical scream.

He was pressed to the torture platform and couldn't move, only a pair of eyes turned in horror, and the people in the audience were pointing at him and whispering.

"He's going to die."

"It's good that a dog officer like him is dead!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The faces of the people were full of hatred and hatred, and they smiled happily when they saw him tortured.

He was not convinced.

Why did these people dare to clamor for his execution? He's Zongzheng Siqing!

When he survives, he will definitely ask the prince to make decisions for him, and send Shen Muzhou and the people under the stage to the prison cell for his pastime.

As he screamed, he was poured into his mouth with burning cinders and made a "hiss-" sound.

The tip of his nose smelled his own flesh burning, and he almost fainted in pain, and he fell to the ground convulsing, his eyes widening.

"Woo-woo."

His mouth was burned and glued together, he couldn't open his mouth, the charcoal fire slid down his throat down the esophagus and into his intestines, even his back burned and hurt, his internal organs were rotten, and he only had one feeling that life was worse than death.

His eyes rolled in pain, he almost passed out, his pants were uncontrollably wet, and it was too late for Ming'er to see him like this.

Ming'er looked at him expressionlessly, and at the last moment when he fell, Ming'er clapped his hands and smiled stupidly.

Everything around him gradually dimmed, and he fell to the ground convulsing incessantly, in an endless darkness, with no people, no execution table, no Ming'er.

It was as if he had been abandoned in the ruins, with only endless pain and burning sensations left to accompany him.

"Jingle bells. Jingle bells,"

"Don't you remember what you did wrong?"

A young girl appeared in a long white dress, her face soft and bright, in contrast to the darkness, and a rattle in her hand.

Lin Yanxi laughed and used the talisman to urge the rattle again.

Zongzheng Siqing opened his bloody mouth and said hoarsely, "I have never forgotten my sins all over my body, so how can I remember them."

Yes, he never forgot what he had done wrong, it was just that he didn't dare and couldn't face it.

At an early age, he found that he was different from ordinary children, normal

The child likes to throw pots and bow, and he likes to trample all kinds of small insects.

At first, it was to trample on small insects, and gradually began to torture and kill larger rabbits and cats.

Later, he liked to abuse women, and he enjoyed the sound of those women begging for mercy and screaming under him, which made him happy both physically and mentally.

Ming'er's mother was beaten to death by him, because she refused to call out and beg for mercy, she kept covering her mouth and refused to make a sound, and he got heavier and heavier until he was completely out of control.

"Scream, call me and I'll let you go."

He stripped the woman naked with the belt of his trousers, and hung her up for all to watch, and the bloody scars on her body were his most satisfying masterpieces.

not only abused her physically, but also tortured her mentally, until she was completely defeated and her psychological defense line collapsed, and she refused to let out a cry for mercy.

He didn't understand why she didn't cry for mercy, so he lost patience and dragged her back into the house, slamming her head against the cupboard until at last she was completely out of breath.

The cabinet was also knocked to the ground, the cabinet door was slammed open, and Ming'er had been hiding in the cabinet.

He suddenly understood why the woman didn't scream, she didn't want her son to hear the sound of her being tortured and killed.

Since then, Ming'er has had a continuous fever, and then became an idiot.

On the day when Zongzheng Siqing was whipped by Shen Muzhou for handling the wrong case, Ming'er was indeed there, but Ming'er did not beg Shen Muzhou to let his father go, but stood there coldly watching him being beaten, showing a smirk from time to time.

"Jingle bells."

A rattle rang, and Zongzheng Siqing's hair fell messily in the alley, and his body was intact.

Lin Yanxi put away the soul bell and walked out of the back alley, she let out a long sigh, and her heart was stunned.

She saw the shadow of herself in her previous life in that innocent woman, in this era of male power, women's lives and dignity are like mustard, and there are countless such women struggling, but they dare not and can't resist.

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Overnight, many new things were added to the capital of Nanmin, which became the talk of the people.

Legend has it that Zongzheng Siqing did too much evil, met an evil ghost and asked for his life, and in just one night, he was captured and turned into a madman with only a shell.

"Siqing, Siqing-sama." The family in the house helplessly followed behind a crazy person.

He grinned and smirked, repeating in his mouth: "Ming'er, where are you, come out quickly, it's Dad who is sorry for you."

Lin Yanxi listened to Lizi's narration in the Muwang Mansion, she looked at Shen Muzhou, who was lying on the bed covered in a bloody coma, and was speechless for a long time.

Even if he was crazy in the end, the people who were sorry in his mouth were his sons, not mentioning the woman who gave birth to his son, was abused by him for a long time, and finally died at his hands.

At this moment, Xiao Liu entered the room and saluted, "Second Miss, we have found out the whereabouts of the wide knife."