The samurai closed the door from the outside, and the room was plunged into darkness, with no light from inside except for a few hair-thick strands of sunlight barely letting in through the cracks in the wooden planks that sealed the windows.

Xiang Ye, who was in the darkness in front of him, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes tightly, and began to think about how to escape from here.

After he was locked up in the black house, a man in his forties, led by a servant, ran to the backyard of the house in a panic.

It was Zhao Tong who was injured by Xiang Ye, his arm was twisted behind his back, the joint had been dislocated, and after entering the room, he lay on the bed and kept rolling, wailing like killing a pig.

Several pretty women in various colors were clustered around the bed, hurriedly turning from side to side, not knowing what to do.

"Childe, the doctor is here." Zhao Tong was rolling on the bed crying wolf, and the women on the side were helpless and could only do it in a hurry, when a servant's voice came in from outside.

"Quick, get the doctor in!" A woman who looked like Zhao Tong's wife hurriedly turned her head and shouted towards the door.

The servant pushed open the door and stood sideways, while the doctor walked into the room in a panic and walked straight towards Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong was still lying on the bed and howling in pain, the doctor stepped forward to hold him down, pulled his arm with one hand and twisted it hard, only to hear a crisp sound of "Gaba", Zhao Tong suddenly screamed, and his head passed out.

"Doctor, how is Childe?" When Zhao Tong fainted, several women came over and asked.

The doctor raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and said with a long sigh: "Zhao Gongzi is no longer in trouble, he just has a dislocated joint, Xiao Ke has already taken it for him, don't work too hard in the short term, it will recover in a few days, all the ladies don't need to worry, Xiao Ke can retire!" ”

After the doctor went out, several women gathered around the bed with concern, and saw that Zhao Tong's clothes were soaked with sweat and he fell asleep on the bed, so they breathed a sigh of relief and retreated.

After Xiang Ye was locked up in the small black room, he was ready to be tortured, but he waited until the few pitiful rays of light that penetrated into the room through the cracks in the wooden planks nailed to the windows also disappeared completely, and still no one came to look for him.

He couldn't help but feel a little bored, being locked up in a hut like this was even more boring than being in the county guard's mansion, at least he could still move around at will, but here he couldn't even get out of the door of his room.

Zhao Tong didn't wake up until it was completely dark, the first thing he did when he woke up was to immediately order someone to bring Xiang Ye to the torture hall, he knew very well that Xiang Ye had nothing to do with the person who escaped, but he still had to rectify him fiercely and avenge the broken arm.

"You! Come out! Xiang Ye, who was bored, lay on a straw mat in the small black room and fell asleep groggily, I don't know how long he slept, the door was opened from the outside, several samurai with torches stood outside the door, two samurai walked into the room, one of them kicked Xiang Ye and yelled at him.

Xiang Ye raised his head, rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, looked at the two warriors, and got up silently and walked towards the door.

Several samurai escorted him around the courtyard several times, and finally came to the door of a house that was lower than the room where he had been held.

The door was open, and the dim glow of oil lamps lit up. A warrior pushed Xiang Ye, who was standing at the door in a daze: "Go in!" ”

Xiang Ye was pushed forward by the warrior and staggered two steps into the room.

There was an oil lamp lit around the room, and at the position of the room facing the door, Zhao Tong sat there staring at Xiang Ye with resentful eyes. Behind Zhao Tong stood two warriors in short white clothes, these two warriors pressed their short swords on their waists, and their bodies faintly exuded murderous aura.

"Get on your knees!" One of the warriors holding Xiang Ye stomped on his leg from behind, and his leg went limp, and he fell to the ground on one knee. But he didn't kneel down, but stood up again with his legs straightened, proudly facing Zhao Tong who was sitting in front of him.

The warrior behind him saw him stand up, stepped forward again, and shouted: "Kneel down quickly, wait for the master to let you see if your bones are hard or your fists are hard!" ”

Xiang Ye's leg was bent and kicked again, but this time he was ready, the leg that was kicked was only slightly bent, but he didn't fall to the ground on his knees like just now.

"Alright, just let him stand!" The warrior was about to step forward and kick him, but Zhao Tong, who was sitting cross-legged at the front door, waved his hand and said, "I'll let him kneel if he wants to, but he won't have a chance to kneel!" ”

Zhao Tong stood up, circled around Xiang Ye, and said coldly: "You are not small, you dare to break my arm, today I will let you taste the taste of having your arm broken!" ”

After that, he waved to the warrior behind Xiang Ye and shouted, "Twist his arm off for me!" ”

Several samurai heard the order, and two of them stepped forward to untie the rope that bound Xiang Ye, while the remaining samurai violently twisted his arms and pulled him back after the rope was untied.

These warriors obviously didn't have any research on human joints, and just pulled Xiang Ye's arm and dragged it backwards. Although Xiang Ye had a lot of strength, he couldn't resist several big men dragging him backwards together, and he suddenly grinned in pain.

"Idiot! I'm going to want you to break his arm, and who wants you to drag him backwards! Zhao Tong saw that several warriors were dragging Xiang Ye's arm, tired and sweaty, but he had never been able to break free of his joints, so he suddenly became angry, ran to the corner of the wall, grabbed a wooden stick, and knocked it Xiang Ye's arm, which was pulled by the warriors.

With the "Click! With a crisp sound, Xiang Ye suddenly howled miserably, and his arm that was hit by the wooden stick was broken in response.

After breaking one of Xiang Ye's arms, Zhao Tong was still unrelieved, and smashed Xiang Ye's other arm with a wooden stick, and there was a crisp click, and the arm bone of Xiang Ye's other arm was also broken.

The warrior who was pulling Xiang Ye's arm kicked him in the buttocks and kicked him out hard. Xiang Ye fell to the ground with his head on his heels, the pain in his arm was heartbreaking, cold sweat was gushing on his forehead, and his two arms were hanging down beside him and rolling on the ground.

Except for Xiang Ye screaming twice when his arm was broken, he didn't scream when he rolled on the ground, he knew that the louder and more miserable he screamed, the more the cruel heart in Zhao Tong's chest would be satisfied, and the more cruel punishment was waiting for him.

"Hmph, it's tough! I don't even hum! Zhao Tong smiled coldly, and said to the warrior on the side: "Set him up for me, I want to see how many teeth he has, like him who can support the pain of a broken arm, is either a strictly trained spy or a warrior who has fought on the battlefield, today I have to ask for an ugly man!" ”

As he spoke, several warriors set up Xiang Ye, who was rolling on the ground, but Zhao Tong didn't go to him, but turned around and walked out of the room, not knowing what to do.

A warrior saw Zhao Tong walk out, put his mouth in Xiang Ye's ear and said: "Man, I think you are also a good man, I can't bear to suffer more from your flesh and skin, you just have to say what I say, I will guarantee that you will not be tortured more, do you think it is feasible?" ”

Xiang Ye turned his face to look at the warrior, the muscles of his face were spasming, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks and up his chin, converging on the tip of his chin, and finally dripping onto the placket of his chest.

"As long as you admit that you are Xiang Liang's person, come to Xingyang to meet Li You secretly and discuss raising troops to attack Xianyang, I will guarantee that you are okay!" The warrior thief looked left and right, and saw that the other warriors were busy packing up the torture tools, and said in Xiang Ye's ear: "Maybe the son is happy, and it may not be necessary to give you some rewards." ”

"Hahahaha!" After listening to the samurai's words, Xiang Ye suddenly raised his head and laughed, he glanced at the samurai with disdain, spat heavily on the ground and scolded: "You bastard forget bastard, Lao Tzu only said that you would really be so kind to teach Lao Tzu how to suffer less, it turned out that he colluded to frame Li Junshou!" Tell you, Lao Tzu is here to find Li Junshou, but Lao Tzu is not Xiang Liang's person, Li Junshou is diligent and loyal to the people, loyal to Daqin, he is a good man, if you want Lao Tzu to frame him, you can dream about it! ”

Xiang Ye admired Li You, but he didn't admire it to the extent that he was willing to die for him, he said this only because he knew very well that if he really confessed according to what the warrior said, he was afraid that he would die faster than if he didn't confess. Now in the hands of Zhao Tong, it is a death both horizontally and vertically, it is better to die like a man, but it's a pity, I didn't even have time to hang here before I crossed over.

"Hang him up for me!" As soon as Xiang Ye's words fell, Zhao Tong rushed in from outside the door and shouted: "Give me a hard beating, until he admits to colluding with Li You!" ”

"Phew!" Xiang Ye spat heavily on the ground again, and shouted at Zhao Tong, "Come on!" Come on! Let's beat Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu has nothing else, but he has a hard bone, if you have a kind, you will beat Lao Tzu to death, if you can't kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will definitely kill your turtle son in the future! ”

When Xiang Ye howled, Zhao Tong and his warriors didn't notice that behind their room, a man in black was lurking there, and when Xiang Ye shouted these words, the black shadow trembled slightly, as if he was about to rush out, but in the end, he still found a dark corner and did not move.

"Good! I'll see how hard your bones really are! Zhao Tong gritted his teeth and roared: "Call me!" ”

When he shouted the words "call me", the warrior standing behind Xiang Ye picked up a wooden stick and hit him the back.

Xiang Ye gritted his teeth and stiffened, but he let out a muffled snort when the wooden stick hit his body, and he never shouted out as Zhao Tong imagined.

The wooden stick hit Xiang Ye's back, making a "pop" sound, the skin on Xiang Ye's back was quickly worn by the wooden stick that hit it, and the blood flowed down his back to his waist, and the wooden stick hit directly on the flesh of the skin that was worn out, and a piercing pain stimulated his cerebellum, and soon he passed out.