That night, three outsiders suddenly walked in. Sun Zhiyi was confused, but seeing the strange expressions of these three people, he obviously had bad intentions, and vaguely knew that it was not a good thing, struggling to stand up, and wanted to climb out and escape.

Two outsiders came up and held him down, turned him over, and turned his face to the sky. Sun Zhiyi scolded indiscriminately: "Outsiders are not allowed to die well, and the uncle will cut you with a thousand knives." ”

Suddenly, the third Kanwai person held a white mass of things in both hands, like cotton and snow, and pressed it his face.

Sun Zhiyi only felt that his face was wet and cold, and his brain was sober for a while, but his breath couldn't be penetrated, and he said in his heart: "It turns out that they sealed my seven orifices and wanted to suffocate me!"

But then I knew that it was wrong, and I poked someone a few times in my mouth and nose to breathe, but I couldn't open my eyes, and I felt that my face was wet and greasy, and someone pressed it all over his face, and it was like a layer of wet noodles, or a piece of soft mud sticked.

Sun Zhiyi just thought in a daze: "These thieves don't know what strange method they want to use to kill me?"

After a while, the layer of soft mud on his face was gently removed, and Sun Zhiyi opened his eyes and saw a face model printed with wet flour, which was leaving his face.

The outsider held it with both hands carefully, lest it be broken. Sun Zhiyi scolded again: "Stinky rape dog, let you die without a place to be buried." The three outsiders ignored him, took the wet noodles, and went away.

Sun Zhiyi suddenly remembered: "Yes, they smeared poison on my face, and after a while, my face was full of ulcers, peeled off my skin and flesh, and turned into a ghost......"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, thinking, "Rather than being tortured to death by them, it is better to crash to death!" and immediately slammed his head against the wall, slamming it three times.

The jailer heard the noise and rushed in, binding him hand and foot. Sun Zhiyi was already half dead, so he had to be at his mercy.

After a few days, there was no pain on his face, and there was no ulceration, but he was determined to die, and although he was hungry, he did not touch the food brought by the jailer.

On the fourth day, the three outsiders went into the dungeon and carried him out. Sun Zhiyi had a sweet feeling in the misery, thinking that Wu Yi had summoned him to insult and torture him again, although he had suffered a lot, he could see her beautiful face again, and he couldn't help but have a bitter smile on his face.

The three outsiders led him through a few alleys and into a large dark stone house. I saw a swarthy blacksmith standing shirtless by a large anvil with coals of fire shining on the side of the stone house, holding a swarthy object, and examining it carefully.

Three outsiders pushed Sun Zhiyi in front of the blacksmith, two of them held his hands, and the other grabbed him by the heart. The blacksmith turned his head sideways, and looked at his face, and at the things in his hands, as if comparing them with the other.

Sun Zhiyi looked at the thing in his hand and saw that it was an iron owl made of iron, with four holes in his mouth, nose and eyes. He was thinking to himself, "What are you doing with this?"

The blacksmith took the hammer and put it on his face. Sun Zhiyi naturally tilted his head back, but the back of his head was immediately pushed and he couldn't retreat, and the iron owl covered his face.

He only felt a coldness on his face, and his skin was close to the iron, and it was strange to say that the iron owl fit the shape of his eyes, nose and mouth everywhere, as if it was custom-made.

Sun Zhiyi was only strange for a moment, and immediately understood what was going on, and suddenly a cool air penetrated through his back: "Ah, this iron owl is customized for me." That day they put wet noodles on my face, and they made a model of this iron owl. What is the purpose of their careful efforts to make this iron owl? Could it be...... Could it be ......"

He had already guessed in his heart the malicious intentions of these outsiders, but he didn't know what they were for, so he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and struggled to retreat.

The blacksmith took the iron hammer off his face, nodded, and seemed to be quite satisfied with his face, took a large iron tong and clamped it on his face, put it in the furnace and burned it red, and lifted the iron cone in his right hand, and struck with a bang.

He beat the iron owl for a while, and then reached out to touch Sun Zhiyi's cheekbones and forehead to correct the misfit on the iron owl.

Sun Zhiyi shouted: "God killed traitorous dog, you have done such evil things that hurt heaven and reason, so cruel and vicious, God has sent a calamity, so that you will not die well! Let your cattle and horses fall to death, and babies will die!" He scolded loudly, and those outsiders did not understand a word.

The blacksmith turned his head suddenly, glared viciously, raised his red-hot tongs, and poked him in the eye. Sun Zhiyi only screamed in fright.

The blacksmith just scared him, laughed, retracted the iron tongs, took another piece of curved iron, and tried it on the back of Sun Zhiyi's head.

The three outsiders lifted Sun Zhiyi up and rested it on a table, letting his head stick out of the edge of the table. Two more outsiders came to help, pulling his hair hard, so that his head could not be shaken, and the five of them pressed their hands and feet, where could Sun Zhiyi still move half a point?

The blacksmith picked up the red-hot iron owl, paused for a while, waited for it to cool down a little, and let out a loud shout, and covered Sun Zhiyi's face.

The white smoke rose and the scorching smell dispersed, Sun Zhiyi screamed and fainted. Five outsiders turned him over, and the blacksmith picked up the other half of the iron cover, and attached it to the back of his head, and the two semicircular iron covers formed an iron ball, which covered his head, and the iron cover was so hot that when it touched his skin, it burned his flesh and blood.

The blacksmith is the first ironsmith in Yanjing City, and the two hemispheres of the iron cover are combined and inlaid with silky threads.

As if he was in hell and experienced the scorching flames, Sun Zhiyi didn't know how much time had passed, so he woke up slowly, but he felt that his face and the back of his head were in severe pain, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and fainted again.

And so three times I fainted. When he woke up three times, he shouted loudly, but he heard that his voice was extremely hoarse, not like a human voice.

He lay motionless, thoughtless, gritting his teeth to endure the pain in his face and head. After more than two hours, he finally raised his hand and touched his face, the tentacles were cold and hard, confirming that his guess was good.

The iron owl was already on his head, and he tore it with force in anger, but the iron owl was firmly welded, but how could he move it? In despair, he couldn't help but cry loudly.

At last, he was young, and although he suffered so much, he actually suffered it, and it was not convenient to die, and after a few days, the wound slowly healed, the pain gradually decreased, and he also knew hunger.

When I smell the aroma of mutton and bread, I can't resist the temptation, so I take it and eat it. At this time, he had already touched the iron cover on his head clearly, knowing that this iron cover sealed his head tightly, and he could not get out, at first he was furious for a few days, and then finally calmed down, and pondered in his heart: "What is the purpose of Lu Qian, this dog thief, putting an iron cover on my face?"

He only said that all this was due to Lu Qian's orders, and naturally he couldn't guess that Wu Yi wanted to cover his face because he wanted to hide it from Lu Qian.

All this kung fu was done by the captain of the room under the instruction of Wu Yi.