Ye Qing gritted his teeth suddenly, and the next moment, he opened his eyes, looking down doubtfully at the torn clothes on his body and the bleeding scars that appeared on the eight-pack abdominal muscles that were exposed to the air.
Wang Liu took back his whip and explained proudly:
"We rely on this craft to make a living."
"We inherited the position of jailer from my grandfather, and have been practicing torture techniques since I was a child."
"Whether this whip will tear open the skin and cause internal injuries, the pain will go deep into the bone marrow, or will it only injure the skin and cause some blood to bleed, which will look miserable and the pain will only feel like a needle prick. We have become very good at it."
Hearing this, Ye Qing admired him and said:
"Young man, I've only heard that a stick from a government official can paralyze half of a person's body when he hits it with a stick. It can also make a person look miserable, but in fact it's just a bruise on the flesh. I didn't expect that it's the same among the prison officials. It's really three hundred and sixty.
OK, OK, I will be the number one scholar."
Wang Liu raised his head proudly, as proud as a peerless master.
"Hahaha, so it is often said outside that some people died after being unable to withstand three sticks in the Mingtang, while some people survived after receiving dozens of sticks for several months. This is the reason."
Then without saying anything, he swung his whip again and hit Ye Qing.
This time, Ye Qing did not close his eyes and looked at Wang Liu's hand carefully.
The whip once again made a blood-curdling sound in the air, just as it was about to fall on him.
Wang Liu flipped his wrist, and the whip immediately retracted, leaving only the tip of the whip scratching across his body, tearing open his clothes and scratching his superficial skin, leaving a foot-long wound that was bleeding continuously.
As Wang Liu said, this injury looks scary, but in fact it only breaks the surface. It hurts like a needle prick, but the area of the needle prick is larger and the wound is a little hot. It is better to say it is a scratch caused by a fall.
That's right, no need to apply any medicine, the scabs will form on its own after a day or two.
Wang Liu frowned when he saw Ye Qing watching his execution with a calm expression.
"Little brother, don't just watch, also cooperate and howl a few times."
Embarrassment appeared on Ye Qing's face, and he quickly said:
"This is what I did wrong. If you continue, I will definitely cooperate."
Then, in the Huaiyang Prison, there were screams that shocked the heavens and the earth and weeping ghosts and gods.
After more than a dozen lashes, Wang Liu looked at Ye Qing, who was in great pain and ferocious, shaking his head with a weird expression, and couldn't help but stop.
But the handsome man in tattered clothes and covered in blood was looking at him, still wailing miserably and minding his own business, and he was obviously intoxicated.
Wang Liu, who was speechless, twitched the corners of his mouth and reminded:
"Little brother, please be more restrained. Your howling is worse than those on death row. It makes my skin crawl all over."
Ye Qing, who had withdrawn his emotions from the emotional performance, grinned awkwardly.
"Ahem, sorry, sorry, I wanted to scream more seriously, but I didn't expect that I got into trouble."
"Then what, I will control it a little bit next."
Hearing this, Wang Liu rolled his eyes, threw the whip stained with some blood into the bucket, and then walked to a wooden bench in the execution room.
He picked up the teapot on the wooden table, took a sip of the cool water, let out a long breath, and then said:
"Spank me. If I spank you again, you will really get hurt."
Ye Qing, who has been struggling in the slums since childhood, can even bear the pain of dislocation.
Under Wang Liu's deliberately controlled whipping, the injuries on his body really felt like a scratch from a fall, and he didn't care at all.
Hearing what Wang Liu said, Ye Qing lowered his head and looked at the scars on his chest, and couldn't help but be shocked.
The clothes on his chest and abdomen completely disappeared, and his bronze skin was covered with dense whip marks. The blood that seeped out gathered at his waist, soaking his belt.
Just looking at it makes one's scalp numb.
But this terrifying and hideous scar only made Ye Qing feel some burning pain.
This craftsmanship is really amazing.
Ye Qing, who was tied up, couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised:
"Your craftsmanship is really amazing. If someone sees this injury, they will definitely think that I am not going to die soon."
Wang Liu, who was praised, crossed his legs and swayed swaying: "Yes, this is the effect we want. It looks scary, but in fact it's nothing."
"Scabs will form in a day or two. If you use better wound medicine, there won't even be any scars in ten days."
Just when Ye Qing was about to continue to praise.
The sound of dense footsteps sounded in the dark and cramped corridors of Huaiyang Prison, and there were waves of echoes.
Wang Liu's expression changed, and he quickly stood up and walked out of the prison. As soon as he reached the door, he was ready to remind Ye Qing.
Turning around, he saw Ye Qing hanging his head, his hands hanging down, and even his toes facing the ground. His whole body was tied to the rack like soft mud. He looked like he had been tortured and passed out because he couldn't bear it.
appearance.
Wang Liu kept walking, clicked his tongue, and whispered:
"This little brother is so thorough. No wonder he asked Zheng Baowei, the evil god, to send it to him personally. He is a rare shrewd person!"
As he spoke, Wang Liu put his hand on the horizontal knife at his waist and looked warily into the dark corridor.
Jailer Chen Zhi was kidnapped today.
The prefect even ordered a thorough investigation, but he didn't dare to slack off at all.
When the dim candlelight illuminated the deep crimson official robe of the leader.
Wang Liu's pupils shrank sharply, and he exclaimed in his heart: "That little brother is really a god."
Then, Wang Liu quickly stepped forward, stood in front of the iron gate, clasped his fists and bowed:
"Wang Liu, the jailer, has met the prefect!"
Chen Yuming said in a deep voice: "Where is the prisoner Ye Qing who was escorted in just now?"
This question made Wang Liu tremble. Zhao Wu had only been away for more than a quarter of an hour when the prefect came for Ye Qing.
Pinglefang is more than two-quarters of an hour away from the prison. Even if Zhao Wu ran to Zuixiang Pavilion to send a message to Mr. Zhang Xiuran, and then asked the magistrate to come to the prison, it would not be so fast at all.
It seems that it was the person behind Ye Qing. After finding out that something happened to Ye Qing, he came directly to his door.
And he had just finished executing Ye Qing. Although no bones were injured, it looked really miserable.
Thinking of this, Wang Liu suddenly felt uneasy and said:
"Your Majesty, the magistrate, Ye Qing was taken into the torture chamber and was just whipped in accordance with the law."
Chen Yuming frowned, and Guan Zizai also widened his eyes with worry on his face.
Zhang Xiuran's smile deepened at the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't wait to whisper instructions to Qi Heng who was following behind him.
When Xie Qian heard this, he roared angrily: "You actually executed the Ye family. Let me recruit three thousand disciples to smash your Huaiyang prison."
In front of the Huaiyang magistrate, he roared and wanted to smash the Huaiyang prison?
What a big shot this elegant old man must be when he looks so angry that his gray beard is trembling.
What kind of backer did the lowly Ye Qing, who was tied to the torture rack in the execution chamber, find?
Thinking of Ye Qing's handsome and extraordinary face, and most of those noble people are as good as Long Yang.
A word popped out of Wang Liu's mind.
Face?
Wang Liu, whose heart was filled with despair, fell to his knees directly on the ground. He wanted to beg for mercy, but somehow he said:
"Your Majesty, please don't punish me in Huaiyang Prison. We are executing the punishment in accordance with divinely revealed laws. My magistrate did not make any mistakes."
"If a noble person is angry in his heart, you can greet me on the small one, just to calm down the noble person's anger!"