"Have you seen it?"

"I've seen it. The nephew of the left minister of the Ministry of War was already dead when he was sent here."

"Burned?"

"Burned."

"It wasn't me who had the fever. I fell asleep that night."

"oh."

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, just asking."

Luo Jiu sat across from Qin He, looked at the food on the table, and asked, "Can we eat together? I'm a little hungry."

"Can."

Qin He turned around and picked up a pair of chopsticks and handed them over.

"Thanks."

Luo Jiu took it, took a bite of the steamed bun, then picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth, frowned slightly, and spat it out.

"What's this?"

"beef."

"What does it smell like?"

“Spicy.”

“Very novel.”

Qin He ignored him, and Feng Juan Canyun ate up the remaining beef and steamed buns.

Luo Jiu's appetite didn't seem to be very good, and he only finished the steamed buns in his hand.

"Are you full?" Luo Jiu asked.

"I am full."

"Okay, you will have strength only when you are full."

"What?"

"nothing."

Luo Jiu shook his head, took off the backpack behind him and spread it out. Inside were rows of various knives, scissors, pliers, gold needles, iron hammers and other tools.

Carved and decorated with silver, the tiles are polished and shiny, and you can tell at a glance that they are made of fine steel. They are all dazzling.

"What is this for?" Qin He asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon."

Luo Jiu smiled slightly and struck Qin He's chest seven times with lightning speed.

Acupuncture points to stabilize the body.

Qin He immediately stood there unable to move.

Luo Jiu took out the rope again and tied Qin He to the beam in a large shape. He chuckled and asked, "Do you know how many kinds of torture there are in this world?"

Qin He looked at his tied hands and shook his head.

"Four hundred and sixty-eight species."

"so much?"

"There are one hundred and seventy-eight kinds of torture to the body, one hundred and ten kinds of torture to the spirit, and one hundred and eighty kinds of torture to the soul."

"How many kinds do you know?"

"I know two hundred and eighty-eight kinds."

"Two hundred and eighty-eight, exactly the total number of physical and mental tortures?"

"You do arithmetic very quickly, unlike a cremator."

"The cremator is just poor, not mentally ill. Let me tell you, there are so many talented people here, and they all speak nicely. Like me, I don't want to leave even if I stay here."

"Haha, this is new, but I still don't think you are a corpse cremator."

"Why?"

"You are not afraid of me. Even if I show the torture instrument, Liu Cang will die in your hands, right?" Luo Jiu's eyes gradually became sharper.

"It seems that I still can't hide it, okay, I'll show my cards, it will die in my hands." Qin He shook his head and sighed.

"He is a man who dares to act bravely."

"Are there any preferential treatment?"

"You are allowed to choose any kind of torture, so that the time is shorter and the pain is lessened. Of course, after all, they are all tortures, and you still have to suffer some pain. In addition, you have also seen that in a hurry, these are the only torture tools, not every torture

All conditions are met, you choose first, if not, we will change."

Luo Jiu's hand gently passed over the torture instrument, as if caressing the girl's skin.

"These knives of yours are too scary. If there is any concern about the soul, we won't use them."

"Hiss, I haven't tried the soul aspect yet."

"Won't?"

"There are no conditions. It is a punishment from the underworld and cannot be used in the human world."

"Well, how about... I send you to school?"

"Um."

Luo Jiu raised his head sharply.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, Qin He opened his mouth, and a nail shot out from his mouth. It was so close that it pierced the center of his eyebrow. The inscription on it glowed red.

"Nine corpse-killing tools, golden needle technique?"

Luo Jiu showed a look of disbelief on his face and said, "Isn't the art of making gold needles lost for hundreds of years?"

"Really? It has been lost for so long?"

As Qin He spoke, his bones and muscles crackled, and his hands were pulled out from where they were bound.

"Bone shrinking skill?" Luo Jiu's face showed even more surprise.

"Little trick, I hope it didn't surprise you too much." Qin He twisted his wrist and grinned.

"Nothing to mention, it's just a dead nail."

Luo Jiu's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he flicked out the corpse-suppressing nail with an internal shock.

However, one goes out and a hundred comes in.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk...!"

Qin He flicked his hand, and hundreds of corpse-killing nails instantly nailed him into a hedgehog.

"There are actually so many?"

The ferocity on Luo Jiu's face froze, and he fell on his back, causing a burst of flying dust.

One corpse-suppressing nail can be carried, but a hundred corpse-suppressing nails can be overwhelming.

Qin He's face slowly appeared from above: "Tsk, tsk, the first executioner in Dilu's eight prisons, Xingnu, really has two brushes."

The fierceness on Luo Jiu's face gradually faded away, and she asked in shock: "Do you recognize me?"

"I recognize it."

"Can we still discuss it?"

"cannot."

Qin He shook his head seriously.

"It was fine when I came here, but I can't go back. I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it."

Luo Jiu sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

Qin He bent down and threw Luo Jiu into the crematorium. He arranged Luo Jiu's clothes as usual, put his bamboo hat on his chest, and asked, "I usually don't burn living people, so I don't do it either."

Chang asked, do you have any last words?"

Luo Jiu opened his eyes, "That set of torture instruments is my beloved thing, can you bury it with me?"

"Okay, make arrangements." Qin He nodded.

After adding coal and oil, and lighting a match, Qin He thought for a while, tilted his head and asked, "Does my burning of a living person count as torture?"

"It doesn't count." Luo Jiu said firmly.
To be continued...