Obviously, Han Fuqu didn't expect that this Song Yi and Song Duwei would be such a cruel and murderous person, this Qin spy had only fallen into his hands for a short time, and he had already died, even if he was the most severe cool official in Kyoto who came here to torture, it should not be so fast.

What surprised Han Fuqu even more was that as far as Song Yi himself said, the Qin spy had already confessed the information. You must know which of these secret agents who have entered other countries to spy on information has not gone through layers of screening and the most brutal training.

Ordinary punishment is not a matter at all in their eyes, their body's tolerance for pain is incomprehensible to ordinary people, and even some people are gifted, the more abusive, the more excited, on the contrary, they can bite the information to death, until they are tortured to death will not confide half a word.

In short, Song Yi's methods made Han Fuqu very surprised.

"I'm going to examine the body. Han Fuqu finally had a clear mind, now this person is in a sack after all, whether he is dead or alive, no one knows whether he is the spy of the Qin State or not.

Even if he knew that Song Yi had no reason to deceive himself, Han Fuqu was still cautious and put forward a request to be prosecuted, and in front of everyone, if Song Yi had no ghost in his heart, he would definitely not refuse this request.

This was something that Song Yi, including Meng Juntong, had already expected.

Song Yi waved his hand and motioned for his subordinates to untie the sack, and a soft body was lifted out of the sack.

"Is it him," Han Fuqu asked the people on the side, and at that time, someone from their Han family also saw the captured Qin spy outside the city.

A fairly young man stepped forward, turned Hengshui's body over, and looked at it carefully a few times, although his face was covered with blood at the moment, the outline of his facial features was still very clear.

The man returned to Han Fuqu's side and nodded: "That's right, it's him." ”

Han Fuqu said in another direction: "Master Liu, I'm sorry for you." ”

While talking, an elderly man carrying an old wooden box on his back and wearing a set of plain clothes came out of the crowd.

Everyone knows at a glance that this outfit is a pretending coroner.

Mr. Han was polite. The servant called Master Liu came to Hengshui's body and first probed his pulse, heartbeat and breathing up and down, which was the exploration of the characteristics and the basic steps to determine life and death.

"The pulse, heartbeat, and breathing have all been cut off, and should have died. However, the possibility of suspended animation is not ruled out. ”

As he spoke, Master Liu opened the wooden box and took out a cloth bag from the wooden box.

He carefully unfolded the cloth bag, which contained hundreds of silver needles of varying sizes and thicknesses.

Master Liu stretched out his index finger and swept over the ends of the silver needles one by one, carefully selecting the most suitable one.

At last his fingertips rested lightly on a silver needle the thickness of a little finger, or rather, it could no longer be called a silver needle, but a silver awl.

"This piece is called 'Zhang Life and Death', if it is pierced by this needle through the three acupoints of the Divine Pool, Yufu, and Baihui, and there is no response, it can be concluded that it has died. Master Liu took great pains to hold up the silver needle like an awl and shook it in all directions, as if to show it to the people around him.

Don't look at the old man's old age, but the hand of this needle is extremely stable, just the blink of an eye, the silver needle has already fallen, and it will definitely fall on the first trick point of Hengshui.

The silver cone was submerged in the divine pool for nearly half of the time, and Liu Lao gently twisted the silver cone with his index finger and thumb, and at this scene, the surrounding onlookers couldn't help but let out a burst of gasp.

At this moment, where can the living live, but Hengshui is still motionless, and even the muscles of his body do not react at all.

Liu Lao slowly pulled out the silver cone, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the needle clean, and nodded: "The silver needle pierces the acupoint and does not wake up, I think this person is already dead nine times out of ten." ”

Han Fuqu's peach wood staff in his hand shook slightly, and he said coldly: "Nine times out of ten, it can't be done, it must be ten percent dead." ”

Song Yi sneered and sneered on the side: "Mr. Han is really cautious, why don't you just do what I said, you can take this corpse back and chop it into meat puree to pay tribute to Mr. Han San, wouldn't it be better, it will be ten out of ten to die if you keep it." ”

The corners of Han Fuqu's mouth twitched slightly: "My Han family has its own rules of the Han family, and besides, my Han family does not have a ruthless person like our Song Duwei." ”

Song Yi smiled dryly: "Mr. Han is really polite." ”

After Liu Yanzuo, he pierced the Jade Mansion with a silver needle, but of course, Hengshui's body still didn't react.

"The last hole is Baihui," Liu Cheng rubbed the silver cone and began to drop the needle.

The tip of the needle instantly sank into the Baihui acupoint, but this time an accident happened, and Hengshui, who was originally like a puddle of mud, suddenly tensed up and sat up from the ground.

The surrounding onlookers instantly burst out into an earth-shattering exclamation, they are indeed not afraid of the dead, but this dead person who can sit up on his own is different.

Song Yi's body suddenly tightened, but Meng Juntong gently pulled the corner of Song Yi's clothes from behind.

Song Yi looked back at Meng Juntong, but saw that she shook her head at herself without a trace.

Song Yi looked at the servant surnamed Liu again, and sure enough, the old servant was very indifferent, and he was not frightened by this scene at all.

The old man pulled out the silver needle in the Baihui acupoint, and surrounded the surroundings and screamed in amazement, waving his hand to everyone: "Don't be nervous, this person is already dead." ”

"Willow ...... Master Liu! This ...... How could this dead man sit up all of a sudden!" Someone asked boldly, and this was also the question in everyone's minds at this moment.

Liu Qizuo smiled and put away his bag of silver needles: "What the needle just induced was a corpse jump, which is a kind of physical reaction that a person will maintain after death, if there is no such reaction, there is no way to determine whether this person is really dead." ”

After being pulled out of the silver needle, Hengshui fell back to the ground, Liu Yanzuo glanced at Hengshui again, and then turned around and walked back to Han Fuqu's side: "Mr. Han, this person is dead, and he is old and old." ”

Han Fuqu's eyes were condensed, his eyebrows were lowered, and he nodded after a while: "Thank you for your hard work, Master Liu." ”

Liu Yanzuo shook his head: "It's not very hard, I'm leaving." "Say goodbye and leave.

"Mr. Han, you still want this skin, if you don't want it, I will send someone to drag it to the mass grave and bury it. The sarcasm in Song Yi's words is still there.

Han Fuqu ignored it and turned to leave.

However, the young man named Han Shaohu walked to Hengshui's side and kicked Hengshui so hard that anyone who was close could hear the sound of a broken bone.

Meng Juntong's body tightened, suppressing her urge to step forward to stop her, she knew that if she went up at this moment, it would inevitably make people suspicious.

Song Yi clapped his hands on the side and applauded: "Okay! Young Master Han is fierce and fierce, this ruthlessness in dealing with dead people is even more amazing, domineering, powerful!"

The surrounding onlookers burst into laughter when they heard this, and Han Shaohu's face turned red.

"Song Yi, don't be complacent, as long as you are still in Xuncheng, this young master will ask you to kneel in front of the plaque of our Han family sooner or later and kowtow to us. ”

The smile on Song Yi's face gradually converged: "Then I'll wait for that day to come." ”