Zhong Qingye casually threw out a copper wire and nailed the fat mouse to the ground, holding its short limbs that were constantly struggling, and sighed sincerely.【】
But this was ancient times, and prisoners probably couldn't shout about humanitarianism like they do in modern times.
Because of the large number of people involved in the witchcraft incident, almost all the prisons in Jingyang City are open and still in short supply. Although this cell is not large, the number of people imprisoned is not small. Because the time is approaching midnight, most of the prisoners are already
Falling asleep, heavy, delicate, rapid, slow...all kinds of breathing sounds gathered together, and from time to time there were moans and calls and mumblings from prisoners.
There was a strong smell of blood, rust and charcoal fire wafting from the dark room at the back of the cell. Zhong Qingye could basically tell that it was an execution room.
Thinking of the wide variety of torture instruments he saw on the Fengtian Gate Tower during the day, Zhong Qingye's scalp felt numb. Qi Mo stood behind her and said impatiently: "Let's go when we're done."
"Wait a minute." Zhong Qingye said reflexively, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly walked deeper along the paths leading to the cell rooms on both sides. Although Qi Mo was dissatisfied, he followed her step by step.
The cell was not big, and there were torches on the front and back, burning fiercely. Although the light was not bright, at least everything in front of me could be clearly seen.
From time to time, you can see solidified, dark red blood on the bluestone floor under your feet. Over time, the original color of the stone has been covered up, and the smell of blood in the air becomes stronger as you go inside.
The cells on both sides were basically occupied by women, of varying ages. The youngest was only four or five years old, with a messy little face from crying. She curled up in a ball and fell asleep on the black and moldy straw. From time to time, she was sleeping.
She shivered, as if she had a nightmare.
Qi Mu ordered that boys and girls over ten years old should be beheaded in the case of witchcraft. Boys under ten years old had their hands cut off and were exiled from Qi. Girls were randomly selected as slaves and maids, and they were not necessarily thrown into the army.
Military prostitute camp, never released.
Zhong Qingye cares about these ignorant children. Perhaps a few days ago they were the beloved young masters and young ladies of the family, but in an instant, they have become prisoners, and the misery in the future can already be foreseen.
Taking a slight breath, she felt mixed emotions in her heart, as if she had gone through these children and reached herself a long time ago.
Perhaps there is some kindness hidden in her heart that she has not even discovered, so she can have some resonance with these people who share the same disease as herself.
Most of the female prisoners had been tortured, and their prison uniforms were more or less stained with dark red blood. They were drowsily asleep, and their expressions looked very painful. Along the way, there were many prisoners who were not asleep, but their pupils were already.
Sluggish, even Zhong Qingye and Qi Mo just instinctively shrank their bodies and let out whimpering sounds.
In addition to the punishment, Zhong Qingye also saw dozens of young women lying on the ground naked, with their legs spread wide apart, forming a shameful angle. They were naked and in a mess. One glance could tell what they had experienced.
.
However, these women fell to the ground, their breath was weak, and they had already lost their consciousness.
The ancients took chastity very seriously, and it is understandable that they would be devastated after encountering something like this. Along the way, Zhong Qingye clasped his hands with no expression on his face. Even Qi Mo, who was impatient at first, felt so moved.
Jing Ye couldn't help but frown, as if he was shocked by what these jailers had done.
There are also a lot of elderly people in the cell, most of them are gray-haired and wrinkled. Some of them can't stand the bad environment in the cell and have already fallen ill. The few who are awake have not fallen asleep and are sitting quietly.
In the darkness of the cell, even Zhong Qingye and Qi Mo were silent. The atmosphere in the entire prison was depressing and heavy, with the smell of death everywhere.
Zhong Qingye's pace was very slow, but she walked a short distance that took a stick of incense to walk. After reaching the end, she stood silently for a while, then turned to Qi Mo and said: "Go back."
Qi Mo was stunned: "Go back?"
"Um."
"Didn't you come here because you wanted to save them?" Qi Mo originally thought that Zhong Qingye would run to the prison because there were people he wanted to save. Unexpectedly, she walked around but did nothing. It seemed that she really
Just come.
"I can barely protect myself, so I can't save them." Zhong Qingye said in a calm tone, walking towards the door step by step, his eyes scanning the people in the cell with compassion: "Besides... these people have been killed.
I have lost my hope and have no courage to live."
Before he finished speaking, a pale arm suddenly poked out from under the fence of a small cell. It was stained with blood and barely grabbed Zhong Qingye's ankle. Zhong Qingye stopped immediately, holding on to her ankle in shock.
One hand.
"What's wrong?" Qi Mo caught up and asked when he saw her standing still. As soon as he finished speaking, he reached the bloody hand at her ankle and his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
Following that hand, I discovered that its owner was a weak woman, lying on the ground, her hair was messy, her half-hidden face could still show a beautiful outline, her prison clothes were in tatters, and her legs were spread apart
, a piece of filth.
Zhong Qingye frowned and squatted down to look at her without saying a word.
The woman was already breathless. When Zhong Qingye got closer, he discovered that there was a large blood stain on her forehead. The wound should have been caused by an impact. It was not difficult to judge from her posture. Someone should have grabbed her hair and hit her.
Injuries caused by being hit on the ground.
The woman's pupils were trembling, and she looked up at Zhong Qingye with great effort. Her pale and parted lips were trembling, as if she had something to say, but could no longer say it.
Zhong Qingye hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Do you want to ask me to save you?"
The woman hurriedly shook her head and touched the wound on her forehead. A large drop of blood suddenly flowed out, turning her originally beautiful face into a ghost. Zhong Qingye was confused, not because he wanted to beg.
She saved her, so what did this woman want to do by holding her back?
Suddenly, the woman moved her body with great effort, and a scarred child's arm poked out from the blocked shadow. He awkwardly wiped the blood on the woman's face, but because his fingers were not flexible, the blood was smeared everywhere.
Zhong Qingye took a closer look and found that in the shadow where the light was blocked by the woman, there was a child sitting half-sitting. He looked like he was no more than seven or eight years old. His features were delicate and he already had a handsome appearance. He was wearing a prison uniform, with scars all over his body and an expression on his face.
But he was indifferent, with a pair of glass-like black eyes without any emotion, not even a glance at Qingye.
Zhong Qingye suddenly realized: "You want me to save your son?"