"Uh huh..."

"Hmm...wuwuwuwu..."

No one cared about the origin and background of the small flag officer of the Beijing Army. He was tightly tied to the tiger bench, his head dripping with sweat, and his eyes stared at Zhang Hui in horror as he kept approaching him.

The long-arm ladle filled with molten iron and the bone scraper blooming with cold light are like the black and white impermanence that enchants the soul.

A piece of smelly cloth that came from nowhere was stuffed into his mouth, and Xiaoqi Guan could only whimper with a pleading look on his face.

And because of excessive panic, Xiaoqi Guan's dilated pupils continued to shrink.

"You can only see me now because you are afraid."

Zhang Hui's throat made a sound like a saw with a gap pulling on a block of wood: "I know your look very clearly, far better than the people in Taiyuan Hospital. Because everyone will be the same as you now."<

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"Don't be afraid."

"Death is only a momentary thing. Most people will faint without even being hit by a knife or ax, and die without feeling a trace of pain."

Zhang Hui pressed forward step by step, and a few drops of the molten iron in the long-armed spoon had already hit the wall of the spoon, escaped, and landed on Xiaoqiguan's exposed thigh.

In the dark interrogation room, a burst of sizzling sounds suddenly sounded.

Then Xiaoqi Guan once again let out waves of whimpering and moaning.

What he hopes most now is that just like what the devil in front of him said, he can faint and die without any intuition.

However, no matter how hard Xiaoqi Guan tried, his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

Just like what the demon in front of me said, I tried my best to drive him out of my sight, but no matter what, my sight would always be occupied by this demon.

Zhang Hui, however, had no intention of letting go of this damn little flag officer of the Imperial Army who dared to betray the imperial court.

If it weren't for the seriousness of the matter, Zhang Hui would be completely unwilling to take action personally. The few apprentices he has recently trained still need more training.

"Actually, I know that as long as I take something out of your mouth now, you will definitely tell everything."

Zhang Hui has already hung the long-arm spoon filled with molten iron on the little flag officer's leg. His shining green eyes are staring at the frightened little flag officer who is sweating like rain. He holds up the bone scraper and sticks out his tongue.

Licking the blade.

"It's just that, in order to ensure that what you said is not missing, I always have to use the punishment first."

"Forgive me, be patient, it will be over soon."

Abnormal!

This man is a crazy pervert!

The speechless little flag officer could only stare blankly as the demon general slowly tilted the long-arm ladle filled with molten iron on his thigh.

The red iron-water solution, like honey that has been boiled for a long time, flows down from the long-arm spoon in strands, and then falls on the skin and flesh of the thigh.

A stab of pain awakened Xiaoqi Guan's already groggy consciousness. His eyes were staring blankly at his thigh, which was turning into a pit at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the area was getting bigger and bigger.

A burning and roasting smell instantly penetrated Xiaoqiguan's nose.

Finally, after letting the pain last for a long time, Xiaoqiguan finally fainted.

However, Zhang Hui did not stop what he was doing.

The Imperial Hospital also needs his summary report so that more kind-hearted people and officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty can receive more necessary medical assistance.

The burning smell in the darkroom became stronger and stronger.

The boning knife in Zhang Hui's hand was already covered with blood, and he kept reporting data and summary points one by one. The two subordinates were already used to it, and they held paper and pen to record with calm and numb expressions.

Time flows drop by drop.

When Zhang Hui began to roughly sprinkle the hemostatic powder on Xiaoqiguan's legs, Xiaoqiguan, who seemed to have become a different person, finally slowly woke up.

Zhang Hui's eyes suddenly lit up and a smile appeared on his face: "Are you awake?"

A flash of panic flashed in the little flag official's eyes, and then turned into numbness, like dementia.

Zhang Hui didn't care about this, but asked two of his subordinates who had recorded the data requested by Tai Hospital to get another interrogation transcript and prepare to record the content related to the case.

He moved a stool and walked beside Xiaoqi Guan.

He held the boning knife in his hand, pressed it against the exposed white bones of the little flag official, and plunged it in.

The little flag officer twitched for a while, and the smelly cloth stuffed in his mouth was finally removed by Zhang Hui.

"Now, I ask and you answer. If you can't answer well, I don't mind providing more detailed research data to Taiyuan Hospital."

The little flag officer, whose mouth was free, just groaned in a muffled voice. When he heard Zhang Hui's words at this moment, his eyes actually showed a look of calmness and joy.

"When did you start..."

Just as Zhang Hui asked, there was already a burst of footsteps behind him.

His ears twitched. Because he had been studying prisoners in this prison for a long time at the request of the Taiyuan Hospital, Zhang Hui clearly recognized that these were the footsteps of His Highness Taisun.

Hearing the footsteps, Zhang Hui immediately stood up and turned around.

"I see His Highness Taisun."

Zhu Yunxi frowned and looked at the dim interrogation room, forgetting to take a look at the little flag official who was tied to the tiger bench and had been incontinent for a long time, with his thighs bloody and bloody.

"How come it's such a mess?"

Zhang Hui turned around and glanced at the little flag officer, who had long been numb as if he had lost his soul, and smiled slightly: "It is my subordinate who deserves to die. I will definitely not let His Highness witness the scene of being tortured next time."

Zhu Yunxi curled his lips and his face became a little tense.

He glanced at Zhang Hui, who was still smiling at him, thinking he was being attentive.

"You can come as you wish."

Zhang Hui responded, looking very happy.

Zhu Yunxi waved his hand and looked at the little flag officer who was staring at him. He could not see a trace of begging or pain in his eyes.

"Isn't my family treating you well?"

Zhu Yunxi just asked this question, and then stood under the only small window with sunlight.

The little flag official groaned twice because of the pain in his body, but his eyes were strangely calm: "Your Highness has treated me very well. The post station was reorganized, the tax office was reorganized, and the imperial court resettled countless disabled brothers in the army.

.Brothers from the Japanese-Suppressing Army and the Southern Conquering Army rewarded them fairly and their military merits were recorded."

Zhu Yunxi frowned and turned his back silently.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Hui immediately stepped forward, waved his hand and slapped Xiaoqi Guan hard on the face: "Then you still want to do such a thing!"

Blood flowed from the corner of the little flag official's mouth, mixed with saliva, but there was an ugly smile on his face.

"It's because my subordinates are greedy and always think that they should have a better life."

Zhang Hui showed contempt on his face and turned to look at the back of the emperor's grandson: "Asshole, you have obviously been on the inspection list of the martial arts hall. As long as you enter the martial arts hall, you may not be able to become a general in our Ming army in the future.

, as long as you dare to fight hard, there will be no good life!"

The little flag officer smiled mockingly, shook his head and lowered his head silently.

The corners of his mouth began to flow uncontrollably and drip with blood mixed with saliva.

After half a ring.

The flag official whispered: "Ask me, I will tell you everything. When you are finished, please finish me off."

Zhang Hui's face brightened: "Who instigated you and Dashengguan Chenjiacun to collude with each other to leak information?"

"It's a monk from Longquan Temple on Guanshan Mountain (Daishan/Daishan) in Dashengguan."

Zhang Hui paused for a moment, obviously a little surprised by this answer.

He couldn't help turning his head again to look at the emperor's grandson who was bathing in the sunlight behind the small window.

Zhu Yunxi's eyelids sank and he whispered: "Go on."

Only then did Zhang Hui dare to continue asking the flag officer: "How many people in the Beijing army are like you?"

The flag official raised his head and looked at Zhang Hui, shaking his head: "I don't know, I always contacted him on the pretext of going up the mountain to offer incense when I went back to Chenjiacun."

Zhang Hui asked again: "Did you let the current rumors about Dashengguan spread out in Chenjiacun?"

The little flag official nodded: "If you spread the word, I can get three thousand acres of land and three thousand taels of silver, no matter where I am. Chen Sheng and Chen Sanhu of Chenjiacun can each get five hundred taels of silver. If we want to leave,

Zhongyuan, they will arrange for us to go to Champaign Road."

Zhang Hui's brows furrowed more and more. As he asked more in-depth, the answers he got became more and more frightening. Even though he had used countless execution methods in this prison that could make gods and ghosts fearful, he also gave birth to...

Hesitant to not dare to continue asking.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Hui continued to ask: "What are you going to do after the rumors spread this time? Three thousand acres of land and money, I'm afraid I won't just let you spread rumors."

Zhang Hui stared at the flag officer with burning eyes, unwilling to let go of any unnoticeable change on the other person's face.

The flag officer looked at Zhang Hui with indifferent eyes, endured the pain, and grinned: "They said that many people in the Beijing army will leave Beijing this time, and they want us to inform them of the location of the Beijing troops leaving Beijing at any time.
To be continued...