"Unlike what many people think, if the trachea is cut open, people will not die immediately. The only way to die is to cut the large blood vessels." Cang Qiao looked at the blood-stained sword in his hand.
This kind of ability to break the throat with one sword but not make people die quickly. It is only the Dongchang people who are good at punishing and imprisoning and have a very clear understanding of every inch of the muscles, bones, and pain points of the human body.
Zhou Chen twitched on the ground, and a fear and pain sounded "Ha...Ha..." from his throat.
Who is this, who is this "Cang Qiao"?
Cang Qiao threw the sword to Xiao Qizi who was leading the man to serve him, and took over the steel whip he used for his usual execution: "General Zhou Dawei is strong, this whip is the most suitable for you to go on the road today."
But he did not intend to tell him that doubts and speculations of people like Zhou Chen would infinitely amplify his fear before his death.
Sure enough, Zhou Chen began to tremble all over, and he tried his best to cover his broken neck and shake his head.
Cang Qiao said lightly: "At the time, you colluded with the people of the Northern Mongolians and sent the Xiao family to death. They were hurt by the iron horses trampling on their bones. Today, the general will try it too."
Cang Qiao paused and smiled apologetically: "I can't completely imitate the iron horse's bones. I hope General Zhou Haihan will make a good start."
Zhou Chen opened his eyes wide in fear and wanted to scream: "Ha...hehe..."
But the sound of a bellows breaking through my throat can only make.
That night, blood and flesh flew everywhere in the prison cell of the imperial prison, with an inhumane wail and a whip that sounded loudly for half an hour, making people shudder.
......
Emperor Ming, who was lying in the room of Qingyun Hall, suddenly woke up and stood up tremblingly.
His hair was white and his hair was tied into lumps, and he sat up with difficulty.
He was not dead, and Cang Qiao asked all the imperial doctors to survive with Miao medicine, but he was still locked up and his injuries were healed a little. Apart from medicine, Cang Qiao would not give him any more.
In recent days, he has lost his medicine and his addiction to pills has become so painful that he even took his feces as medicine.
When he was awake, he suddenly felt that it might be a good thing to die at the hands of Shangguan Hongye, the son.
Emperor Ming took a breath with difficulty, covered the painful chest wound, and had a strange and terrible premonition in his heart, but he couldn't say what it was!
The emperor, who was as thin as a skeleton, was wrapped in bed sheets, tablecloths, and everything wrapped in insulation, and staggered to the window on the other side of the bed.
His turbid eyes could see through the crack in the window, but suddenly he met a pair of cold eyes.
"ah--!"
He was so scared that he staggered on the bed and couldn't get up for a long time.
But the door opened with a creaking sound, and a figure in a scarlet python robe walked in.
In a trance, Emperor Ming felt that the red on the python robe was as blood as it could drip.
The cold wind rushed in with the smell of blood, which made Emperor Ming shudder. He instantly discovered that the python robe on the man was really bleeding.
Even the man's pale and weird face dripped with blood, and his dark and cold eyes were staring at him straight.
Cang Qiao casually wiped off the blood from his face with a veil and said lightly—
"Have you scared your majesty? Sorry, I just came out of the imperial prison in the East Factory, and the blood of the general around me has not yet been dealt with."
Emperor Ming suddenly looked at him and said silly: "You...kill Zhou Chen, how dare you!" This chapter has been completed!