A white marble pillar, as thick as a person's arms, is engraved with countless complicated patterns, like mantras or totems, with several chains on it.
Wu Jiuzi's body was locked tightly to the pillar, and her arms were forced to hold the cold pillar. The cold feeling penetrated straight into her body, as if even her soul was about to freeze.
This posture is not good-looking, and is even a bit humiliating. Wu Jiuzi did not expect that the world would be in such a state of caning that prisoners would be put in this posture. It is really eye-opening...
However, this posture is much more humane than hanging the person up and beating him, or pressing him on some kind of torture bench and taking off his pants and beating him.
At least her clothes were intact and they were not stripped off by her in a perverted manner.
By this time, the layers of despair had completely overwhelmed her.
She has no relatives or friends in this world, and no one will come to save her——
Even if someone wanted to save him, he couldn't, right?
The Jiuhua Sect is the largest sect in this continent. Even the emperor relies on their livelihood. If they make up their mind to execute someone, no one in the world can stop them...
Jun Ziqian is a living example. He is a noble prince, but when he comes here, he is treated as an ordinary disciple, and his words are trivial. Nothing can be changed at all.
However, the appearance of Jun Ziqian also made her feel a little warmer.
Although this young lady is a bit arrogant and speaks awkwardly, she still has a sense of justice. She didn't save him in vain...
The shadow of Fengjian Liuxiang flashed in my mind. He was the head of the eight high priests. If he could arrive in time and intercede for himself, what chance would he have of winning?
Now all the evidence is against him, and even if he pleads for her, he may not be able to change the outcome.
After all, there are three guardians and two heads above him. At most, what he says can attract the attention of Han Shanzi and others, and they will not kick him out.
Looking at Han Shanzi's attitude towards Bai Yixuan and Liu Xiang just now, it can be seen that the eight priests still have to obey the words of the three guardians.
"Whoa!" A soft sound like a dragon's roar flashed through the air. It was the sharp sound caused by the whip slightly cutting through the air, which made people's hearts tremble.
"Pa!" A whip has already been slapped on Wu Jiuzi's back!
Wu Jiuzi's whole body trembled, his face turned pale, and he almost screamed!
It hurts! I never thought this caning would be so painful!
It feels like it's bone-piercing, it seems to hurt from the back to the bone marrow, and the bones are about to be split apart——
She groaned, but bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming.
A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the disciple who was executing the execution.
This kind of whip used for execution is a special one, made from thousand-year-old dragon tendons that have been specially soaked. It is ten times more painful than an ordinary whip when it is struck on the body.
Moreover, it not only wounds the body of the punished, but also affects the soul, and the pain is as painful as tearing. It is also called the Soul Beating Whip.
Generally, when disciples receive this kind of punishment, most of them can't help but cry out.
There are also those who are intolerant of pain and will moan loudly, making people feel distressed.
But he didn't expect that the little girl in front of him, who looked so fragile, could actually have such strong bones, and she was so painful that she didn't say a word.
Ordinary children shouldn’t be able to stand this, right?
Maybe there is indeed another demon soul in this body.
The two disciples were no longer merciless, their whips were flying in their hands, and they came swinging again...