In the humid and sultry dungeon, the mottled and cold iron bars stood, and under the reflection of the firelight, the iron bars cast criss-crossing shadows on the ground, and the forest was cold and terrifying.

Qi Ming was tied to the cross, his hands and feet were chained.

Every hour, the jailer would give him twenty lashes, over and over again, so that his body was covered in blood, each of which was bone-deep.

Cold sweat covered his forehead, wetting the hair of his sideburns, Qi Ming's face was full of blood, and a thick corrupt wind suddenly filled the entire prison.

The jailer waved the whip in his hand and whipped it on Qi Ming's body again and again, whipping to the flesh, each whip was clearly audible.

Twenty lashes were quickly drawn, and the jailer threw the bloodstained whip in the corner of the wall in disappointment, and as he walked out, he said to the other jailer: "Does this whip not hurt when it hits a man?" Lao Tzu has beaten him for so long! He didn't say a word! His Highness asked us to entertain him well, and whipped him like this, isn't it too cheap for him? ”ap.

You know, this whip is specially soaked in chili water and salt water, and it is the most vicious to punish prisoners.

But Qi Ming was stunned and gritted his teeth and didn't say a word!

Another jailer said, "What a man! It's a pity to offend His Highness! Now that he has lost his official position and entered the prison again, he must not have a chance to turn over in the future! We just have to listen to Your Highness! ”

"Your Highness can say it, let us entertain him well, as long as we hang him, as for crippled or scrapped, it doesn't matter!"

"In that case! We don't need this whip, try the ......" A jailer spurred his lips and looked at the brazier's burning iron......

"Try it! Anyway, this person is useless, His Highness said, don't let him die too easily, but he didn't say that he would be spared......"

The two jailers looked at each other and smiled, and then one of the jailers stepped forward, fished out a red-hot shovel from the brazier, and slowly approached Qi Ming.

The hot air approached, Qi Ming opened his eyes slightly, and saw the jailer holding a red-hot soldering iron approaching him little by little.

"Lord Qi, I'm sorry, who let you offend the people above, if you can't bear it and go to the underworld, don't blame us, we are also acting on orders......"

Qi Ming sneered coldly: "It turns out that it's Tuoba Jin's lackey again!" ”

The jailer mocked: "It is said that Lord Qi is an upright person, but now that he sees that this is the case, he is dying on the verge of death, and he is still so hard-mouthed!" ”

Qi Ming said: "If you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect, why waste these tongues!" ”

The jailer smiled and said: "Lord Qi doesn't know, the people above have explained, you can't let Lord Qi die like this, no, the little ones have prepared a generous gift for you......"

As soon as the words fell, only a "zi" sound was heard, and the red-hot soldering iron was tightly pressed against Qi Ming's chest, and a burning smell suddenly filled the air......

Qi Ming finally couldn't help it, gritted his teeth and hissed.

At last he heard his painful voice, and the jailer was excited and frantic, and with the force of his hand, he pressed the soldering iron a little closer.

The soldering iron sank deep into the flesh, and Qi Ming almost fainted on the spot in pain.

"That's right, Lord Qi, you can try this again, this one tastes better......" said the jailer, throwing the flesh-stained soldering iron back into the brazier, and then brought a bucket of chili water.

"Lord Qi, you have to endure it, if this thing is poured down, you will have to lose half your life if you don't die......"