Syllable!

Another crisp sound exploded in my ears.

Ye Qing gritted his teeth violently, and in the next moment, he opened his eyes, and looked down at the torn clothes on his body in confusion, as well as the bloody scars that appeared on the eight-pack abs that were exposed to the air.

Wang Liu, who took back the whip, explained triumphantly:

"That's how we eat."

"Our jailer position was inherited from Grandpa, and torture methods have been practiced since childhood."

"Is this whip beaten to the skin and flesh, and the internal injuries are inflicted, and the person who hurts goes deep into the bone marrow, or only the flesh is injured, and some blood is shed to look miserable, and the pain is only like a needle prick, and we have practiced it perfectly."

Hearing this, Ye Qing admired:

"The kid used to only hear that the staff of the government can paralyze people half of their bodies, and they can also make people just look miserable, but in fact, they only hurt their flesh and skin, but they didn't expect it to be the same among the prison officials. It's really 360 lines, and the line is the champion. ”

Wang Liu raised his head arrogantly, as proud as a peerless master.

"Hahaha, so it is often rumored outside that some people die because they can't resist three sticks in Mingtang, while some people are raised alive after dozens of sticks for a few months, that's the truth."

Then, without saying a word, he swung the whip again and hit Ye Qing.

This time, Ye Qing didn't close his eyes and looked at Wang Liu's hand carefully.

I saw that the whip made a creepy sound in the air again, and it was about to fall on him.

Wang Liu's wrist flipped over, and the whip was immediately retracted, leaving only the tip of the whip to cut through his body, tearing open his clothes, and also cutting through his superficial flesh, making a wound about a foot long and bleeding constantly.

As Wang Liu said, this injury looks horrible, in fact, it is only the surface layer, and it hurts like a needle prick, but the area of the needle is larger, and the wound is a little hot.

Wang Liu couldn't help frowning when he saw Ye Qing watching his execution with a calm face.

"Little brother, don't just look at it, cooperate and howl a few times."

Embarrassment appeared on Ye Qing's face, and he hurriedly said:

"This is something the kid did wrong, you come on, I will absolutely cooperate."

Subsequently, in the Huaiyang Prison, there was a terrible scream of earth-shattering ghosts and gods.

After more than a dozen whips, Wang Liu looked at Ye Qing, who was in great pain with a strange expression, his face was hideous, and he couldn't help but stop.

But looking at the handsome man in tattered clothes and covered in blood, he was still howling miserably and miserably, obviously intoxicated.

Wang Liu, who was speechless, twitched the corners of his mouth and reminded:

"Little brother, you are more or less retracted, your howl is worse than those death row inmates, and I have goosebumps all over my body."

Ye Qing, who had withdrawn his feelings from the emotional performance, grinned a little awkwardly.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought about screaming, but I didn't expect to get into the play."

"Well, I'll control some of it next."

Hearing this, Wang Liu rolled his eyes, casually threw the leather whip stained with a little blood into the bucket, and then walked to a wooden bench in the torture room on his own.

Picked up the teapot on the wooden table, poured a cool mouthful, let out a long breath, and then said:

"Hit a fart, if you hit it again, you'll really get hurt."

Ye Qing, who has been crawling in the slums since he was a child, can even bear the pain of dislocation.

Under the whip deliberately controlled by Wang Liu, he really felt that the injuries on his body were the same as the usual falls and bruises, and he didn't care at all.

Hearing Wang Liu say this, Ye Qing lowered his head and looked at the scars on his chest, and couldn't help but be startled.

The clothes on his chest and abdomen were completely gone, and his bronzed skin was covered with dense whip marks, and the blood that oozed from it collected up to his waist, soaking his belt.

Just looking at it makes people's scalp tingle.

But this terrifying and hideous scar only made Ye Qing feel some hot pain.

This craftsmanship is truly breathtaking.

Ye Qing, who was tied, couldn't help but give a thumbs up and exclaimed:

"Your craftsmanship is really amazing, just when this injury is seen, I must think that my life is not long."

Wang Liu, who was praised, lifted Erlang's legs and swayed quietly: "Yes, this is what you want, it looks terrifying, but in fact, there is no." ”

"It will scab over in a day or two, and if you use better wound medicine, it is estimated that there will be no scar in ten days."

Just when Ye Qing was about to continue to praise.

Dense footsteps resounded in the gloomy corridors of Huaiyang Prison, and echoes were heard.

Wang Liu's face changed, he hurriedly stood up, walked towards the outside of the torture cell, and just arrived at the door, ready to remind Ye Qing.

When he turned his head to look, he saw Ye Qing hanging his head, his hands were drooping, and even his toes were facing the ground, and the whole person was tied to the torture rack like soft mud, looking like he had been tortured and couldn't bear to pass out.

Wang Liu's footsteps did not stop, his mouth shook, and he said in a low voice:

"This little brother is really thorough, no wonder he can ask Zheng Weiwei's evil god to send it personally, a rare shrewd person!"

As he spoke, Wang Liu's hand rested on the horizontal knife at his waist and looked at the dark corridor vigilantly.

The detention of jailer Chen Zhi is today.

There was even a prefect who ordered a thorough investigation, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

When the dim candle flame illuminated the deep scarlet official robe on the leader's body.

Wang Liu's pupils shrank sharply, and he exclaimed in his heart: "That little brother is really a god. ”

Then, Wang Liu hurriedly stepped forward, stood in front of the iron gate, clenched his fists and bowed:

"Jailer Wang Liu, I've seen the prefect!"

Chen Yuming said in a deep voice: "Where is Ye Qing, the prisoner who was escorted in?" ”

This inquiry made Wang Liu tremble, and Zhao Wu had only left for more than a quarter of an hour, and the prefect came for Ye Qing.

Pingle Fang is more than two quarters of an hour away from the prison, even if Zhao Wu ran to the Drunken Xiang Pavilion to pass the word to that Zhang Xiuran Zhang Gongzi, and then invited the prefect to come to the prison, it was not so fast at all.

I thought it was the person behind Ye Qing, and after finding out that Ye Qing had an accident, he came directly to the door.

And he just finished the torture on Ye Qing, although he didn't hurt his bones, it was really miserable to look at.

Thinking of this, Wang Liu suddenly became nervous and said:

"Lord Prefect, Ye Qing was escorted into the torture room, and he was just whipped according to the law."

Chen Yuming's brows were furrowed, and Guan Ziya's eyes widened, looking worried.

Zhang Xiuran smiled deeper in the corners of his eyes, and couldn't wait to whisper an order to Qi Heng who was following him.

When Xie Qian heard this, he roared angrily: "I actually executed the Ye family, and I saw that the old man recruited three thousand disciples and smashed your Huaiyang prison." ”

In front of the prefect of Huaiyang, roaring to smash the Huaiyang prison?

What a big man must be this elegant old man who is so angry that his gray beard is trembling?

The cheap Ye Qing who was tied to the torture rack in the torture room, what kind of backer did he find?

Thinking of Ye Qing's handsome and extraordinary face, and most of those nobles were as good as Long Yang.

A word popped up from Wang Liu's mind.

Gigolo?

Wang Liu, whose heart was like ashes, knelt directly on the ground, and wanted to beg for mercy, but somehow the ghost sent God:

"Your nobles, don't punish me in Huaiyang Prison, we are all executed in accordance with the law of divine revelation, and the prefect of my family is not wrong."

"If the nobleman is angry in his heart, he can greet him according to the small body, just to calm the anger of the nobleman!"