Two officials, holding a lantern in one hand and a long knife in the other, walked into the place where the sound was made. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the dim light, I didn't see anyone.

But the sound did not stop at all.

The noise was made by a pile of debris by the wall. Broken wooden planks, discarded bamboo baskets, straw mats with holes exposed.

The two officials glanced at each other, and one of them stretched out the long knife in his hand and stabbed it into the pile of rubble.

A round thing rolled out of the pile of rubble.

Niu Hao stood in the distance and watched, thinking it was a human head at first glance.

Not only Niu Hao was wrong, but even the two officials who were standing in front of the pile of rags were so frightened that their bodies flashed back.

Immediately I saw clearly that what rolled down was actually a gourd.

The gourd, after being cut in half, can be used as a water scoop.

The whole gourd was dried, and I don't know who threw it in the pile of rags, and it was stabbed and stabbed by the official with a knife.

The two of them saw clearly that what fell was not actually a human head, but just a gourd. One of them laughed self-deprecatingly, and the other, with a curse in his mouth, flew up and kicked at the gourd.

The pointed-toe boots kicked a hole in the sun-dried gourd, and the gourd was embedded in the tip of the boot, as if it had been bitten by a human head suddenly opening its mouth.

The official shook his foot and threw the gourd out of the air.

The flaunting gourd fell into the darkness in the distance, making a tomming sound.

The two officials put away their long knives and walked back with lanterns.

In the depths of darkness, the rolling gourd rolled out of the depths of darkness again.

One of the officials couldn't help but be curious, and turned to look.

The one who led the team said:

"Walked away. What's all the fuss about a gourd. ”

Niu Hao was brought to prison under the identity of He Mengxiong, so no one would care who he was originally, or whether he was in his hometown Shanqian Village and ate a ploughing cow with the whole village.

When he came to the prison, Ma Zhu followed the leader of the prison and muttered quietly. A jailer walked up to Niu Hao and searched Niu Hao up and down.

A hairpin with a jade bead, a money bag containing a few pieces of broken silver, and a sign with a slap.

The jailer looked at the sign with it, and for a long time he didn't see any doorway, so he threw it on the table. Then he picked up the hairpin and looked at it, and put it in his pocket.

Niu Hao looked at the jailer silently and remembered his face in his heart.

The hairpin is the seventh grandmother's.

At the three-way intersection, Niu Hao once picked up a life with that hairpin. It's Niu Hao's baby.

So Niu Hao has to remember that guy.

Even if one day he was cut off and became a ghost, he would come back to him to ask for it.

After muttering to the hemp pole for a long time, the leader of the prison came over. Just now, the jailer picked up the money bag and handed it over, with a smile on his face.

The leader picked up the money bag and put it in his pocket. Then he commanded the jailer:

"Call a few people, take Young Master He below, and entertain him well. ”

The jailer nodded and shouted outside:

"Lao Zhao Lao Li!"

With the shouting, someone outside answered, and then two big men walked in.

The leader glanced at Niu Hao deeply, turned around and left. The remaining jailer said to the two men who had just walked in:

"Take a breath and don't kill you. ”

One of them nodded, walked up to Niu Hao and punched Niu Hao in the stomach.

The sharp pain of the twisting made Niu Hao bend down.

The two people who were called, one surnamed Zhao and the other surnamed Li.

The two dragged Niu Hao all the way into the underground cell of the prison.

The area of the cell was not large, with stone walls on which various instruments of execution were hung.

The two dragged Niu Hao into the cell, then stripped Niu Hao of his clothes and tied Niu Hao to a wooden frame.

As for who Niu Hao was, what he committed and was imprisoned, and why he annoyed the head of the prison and was asked to be specially entertained, the two of them didn't ask at all, and they didn't care.

After tying Niu Hao, one of them took a wooden stick from the wall and shook it on his hand.

The other end of the stick has a dense spike. The spikes are not very long, and not a single thorn can penetrate the body and cause a person to die. But it was enough to prick the flesh with bloody needles.

The guy with the wooden stick put the end of the spike on the fire, let the flame burn off the flesh crumbs and hair that stuck to the spike, and then picked it up and hit Niu Hao's back.

Niu Hao snorted.

Dense spikes left the body, tearing at the flesh. The pain of the blow turned into tearing pain, and Niu Hao couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

A person picked up the wooden stick and hit Niu Hao at once. The other sat on a chair and looked at Niu Hao with an expressionless face. Until the man got tired of fighting, he got up and took over.

The two took turns to fight and beat Niu Hao.

Niu Hao screamed desperately, screaming until he was hoarse. Until he couldn't hold it anymore, passed out, was woken up by the two guys splashed with water, and started again.

Niu Hao will not beg the two of them, because it is useless.

The two of them, Lao Zhao and Lao Li, were in prison to torture people.

The two of them took turns using the tools on the wall, presumably really tired, and untied Niu Hao from the wooden frame.

Without the support of the wooden frame, Niu Hao couldn't even stand up. Collapsed directly to the ground.

One of them shouted at the door.

Not long after, a jailer walked in. Squinted his eyes at Niu Hao, who collapsed on the ground, and asked:

"Who is this?"

The two men were silent, as if they hadn't heard what the jailer was saying, and turned to leave the cell.

The jailer squatted down beside Niu Hao and looked at it for a long time before he saw that Niu Hao still had a breath. Then he asked Niu Hao:

"Hey, I ask you. Who are you?"

Niu Hao struggled to open his red, swollen and bloodshot eyes, glanced at the jailer, and replied:

"Your uncle. ”

"You bastard!"

The jailer jumped to his feet and turned his head to look at what was hanging on the wall. After watching it for a long time, I felt that I would use a leather whip. I took it off immediately

Niu Hao always thought that such a thing as a leather whip would hurt very much when it was pumped on his body.

But compared to the tools of execution just now, the leather whip is simply a gadget used to loosen bones and rub the skin.

The jailer went down with a few whips, and Niu Hao couldn't even moan. The jailer also felt very bored, threw down the leather whip, reached out to hold Niu Hao, and dragged him out.

He also said to himself:

"Come, uncle, let me find you a single room with light and ventilation, and serve you well. ”

As he spoke, he glanced back at Niu Hao and saw a long blood mark dragging out of the black ashlinar ground.

"I don't know, what did you do to provoke those two plague gods. ”

The jailer muttered.