Chapter 247 I am your uncle. Seeing Wang Sanrang being whipped, but there was nothing he could do about it, Ke Han felt guilty in his heart. Being bound by the iron chain, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely with burning eyes: "Sanrang
, I have made you suffer, I must make Wuttom pay the price he deserves for his actions today!"
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"Wang Sanrang!" After another night, when it was just dawn, Xinu Commander Wutome had already arrived in this dark prison cell and interrogated Wang Sanrang. He shook off the long whip in his hand and grabbed
Wang Sanrang lifted up his hair hard, glanced at Ke Han on the other side, nuzzled his lips towards Ke Han, and shouted to Wang Sanrang, "You have been invisible for the past five years, and you have been responsible for the indigenous savages.
What kind of position do you have, what is your intention when you suddenly get together with that Dashun businessman this time?"
Wang Sanrang's whole body was in great pain, but he could ignore the small pain caused by his long hair being pulled up. He slowly opened his eyelids as heavy as lead in a daze, and replied with difficulty:
"I am a miner, I was before and I still am now!"
Wuttom gave Wang Sanyi a slap and shouted angrily: "A miner? If you were a miner, would they care about you like this? You must have some big conspiracy, tell me, what is it?"
Wang Sanrang was hit hard by this slap, and his fiery temper also followed. Without any external force, he raised his head with all his strength, glared at Wuttom, and looked at Wuttom's face with disgust.
The boss spat thick phlegm and sneered: "Do you think every boss is a scum and will be as inhumane as you?"
With a "boom", Wang Sanrang was hit hard on the cheek with another heavy punch. Wuttom sighed at his right hand, gritted his teeth, and then shook his hand and reprimanded angrily.
Unexpectedly, it turned out that it was his fist that hit Wang Sanrang's high protruding cheekbone. The reaction force made him feel a faint pain, and Wang Sanrang's head was hit like a lang.
It swayed from side to side like a drum and then passed out again.
A little guy came over immediately. He carried a bucket of sewage and poured it all over Wang Sanrang. Then Wang Sanrang woke up with a start. His face was red and swollen and his eyes and nose could no longer be distinguished. There was blood mixed with it.
Sweat and sewage dripped to the ground. At this time, he was soaked and groaned feebly and painfully.
Although the shackles on Ke Han's head have been removed, he is tied in a "big" shape with his back pressed against a thick vermilion pillar. The wound on his left arm has scabbed.
It was broken again, and blood was still slowly oozing out. His hands and feet were tightly tied with iron chains and handcuffed. At this time, except for the head that could only swing, there was almost no free space for movement. It was completely
Unable to move
However, when he saw Wang Sanrang being tortured and crying helplessly in pain, he still yelled desperately through the iron fence and cursed loudly: "Wuttom, you slut, you coward."
, you have the guts to come to Grandpa! Damn it, you are not afraid of being laughed at by doing such a bad thing to a wounded person who has no strength to control the chicken? The great general who governs the country does not even have the custom of treating prisoners preferentially.
Understand?"
Wuttom squinted his eyes, looked at Ke Han who was as angry as a lion, smiled cryptically, and replied maliciously: "Don't worry, I will come over to serve you right away!"
With a loud bang, the iron door of the prison cell where Wang Sanrang was imprisoned was slammed shut.
Wutom asked someone to bring a stove. There was an iron pot on the stove. The pot was filled with water. The charcoal fire in the furnace was burning brightly. The flames were pressed by the iron pot and had to separate to both sides. The flames
Then he scurried around, sticking to the bottom of the pot from time to time, licking the bottom of the pot wantonly, and kissing the bottom of the pot.
After a while, the water in the pot was boiling, and hot steam was blowing out. Suddenly, in the dark prison room, the freshly dried air became moist again, but there was a sense of irritability.
and indifference, but also wrapped in a burnt smell of firewood, an indescribable dullness
"Move the stove over here and put it..." Wuttom was a little angry when he saw his men placing the stove at the door. He pursed his lips towards Ke Han and spoke to his men, meaning to put it in front of Ke Han.
But he stopped halfway, because he didn't know Ke Han's name yet, so he turned around and asked awkwardly, "Name, what's your name?"
"I am your uncle!" Ke Han spat fiercely on the ground, smiled sarcastically, and answered Wuttom's words in a bachelor manner.
Wuttom was stunned. He walked over angrily, grabbed Ke Han's collar and held on tightly. But for some reason, when he saw Ke Han's eyes, he suddenly remembered that when he chased him with a knife yesterday, he was
Because after seeing his electric gaze, he had an illusion unknowingly, which disturbed him and made him make mistakes. He ended up killing his men with one knife. Therefore, Ke Han's gaze made him feel very sad.
horrible
At this time, he didn't dare to attack Ke Han easily. He helplessly avoided Ke Han's gaze and cursed like a wolf howling. Then, a terrible thought flashed in his mind.
Wuttom immediately turned around again, took out the red-hot tongs with two legs from the furnace, and put them into a large bucket filled with water. He heard a "chirp" sound, and then a white mist came out.
The water surface spread around Ke Han, then passed through the iron fence and floated out of the dark temporary prison cell.
Looking at the white mist that was slowly disappearing, and feeling the tremors from the tongs as the water cooled them, Wuttom was very satisfied. He grinned, turned his back to Ke Han, and filled his mind with fantasies: What if the red-hot tongs were heated?
How would it feel if a dead poker was inserted into the madman's eye socket? First of all, without the terrifying eyes, there will be no terrifying thoughts, that's for sure!
With this idea, Wuttom was very proud of his discovery and smiled sinisterly.
Then, Wuttom put the tongs into the furnace again to burn. During this process, he also picked up an irregular iron block and threw it into the furnace.
This was a temporary idea added by Wuttom. He was going to use that iron block to brand Ke Han! This idea made him extremely excited, and he thought he was a very smart person. Such a high-profile approach probably could only
He can figure it out, Wuttom thinks so
This was an astonishing discovery, so Wuttom couldn't help laughing. He was so nervous that he even used the tongs to stir up the fire and patiently waited for the tongs to heat up and turn red.
The firewood in the furnace was stirred up and down by Wu Tuomu, and blue and green flames jumped out of the bottom of the pot, rising and falling, surrounding the iron pot, and the sound of boiling water came.
, spitting out the bright red tongue of fire playfully, the wisps of fire squeezing through the bottom of the pot, stretching everyone's shadows, their noses and eyes connected together, looking very strange, and they couldn't help but feel that they met each other.
A little scared!
When Ke Han saw this situation, not only was he not timid, he felt it was funny. He despised this dirty Wuttom from the bottom of his heart. Especially when he saw Wuttom's busy figure, he sneered and thought to himself:
He used this red-hot poker to scare me? Haha, it shows that he still has some scruples about me, otherwise, he should have directly branded the red-hot poker on my body.
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the sunlight brought in by the panicked footsteps was warm, making the already hot space even more stuffy.
Everyone turned around and saw a man rushing in casually outside. He dragged his tired body and staggered towards Wuttom.
This burst of noise made Wuttom startled. He let go of the hand holding the poker, and then asked the men at the door, "What's going on? Where did this fuss come from?"
Ke Han, who was still thinking about his thoughts, shook his head and let his eyes slowly adapt to the dazzling sunlight. Then he slowly looked at the person who came. He couldn't help but be extremely surprised. The person who opened the door and walked in was the person who had questioned him for the first time.
A veteran at a level
The veteran led his companions, stumbled and ran over in panic. He looked panicked and reported out of breath: "Commander, it's not good, the Dashun son of a bitch over there in Xiliang is guarding the city."
They came over, there were twenty or thirty people. They pushed a panel with wheels. The panel was like a hornet's nest, full of round holes, and arrows kept spitting out from it. Moreover, the arrows also helped
gunpowder……"
"Is there such a thing? What kind of weapons are those?" Wuttom asked in surprise, and then pointed at Ke Han and cursed, "Oh, it's you? You came to explore the way, and the firearms followed.
, you are provoking and invading!"
Ke Han clung to the pillar. He smiled and chased into the distance with piercing eyes. He didn't look nervous at all.
The veteran who came to report saw the tied up Ke Han and shouted in surprise: "He, yes, it should be him, kill my friend Mouse, Marshal——, I can't hesitate anymore, I want to kill this guy."
Dangerous fellow, avenge the rat!"
After the man said that, he aimed at Ke Han's chest and slowly raised his spear, but was pushed away by Wuttom.
Such information is too late and has no value at all.
Wuttom smiled and said to the man: "Looking at him like this, are you sure he can still escape? Can you use your brain more in everything? Now, the most important thing is to put effective energy into self-defense and counterattack!"
At this time, Wang Sanrang in the cell next door also smelled something different. He opened his eyes slightly, looked towards Ke Han, and couldn't help but gasp.
It turned out that the veteran was unwilling to let Ke Han go. When Wu Tuomu turned around, he ran to the stove, pulled out the tongs, held the red-hot iron, and swung it directly at Ke Han.
Secretary-General Wang, who saw this scene through the fence, was very nervous. He screamed "Wow" and shouted desperately: "Mr. Shi, watch your back!..."
After hearing Wang Sanrang's cry, Ke Han turned around and saw that the tongs were close to his clothes. He could smell the smoke from the cloth that was ignited by the high temperature of the tongs. Ke Han, who was tied tightly, was also in despair.
Wow, just at this moment, Wuttom turned around, frightening the veteran who had disobeyed the order. In a panic, the poker in his hand fell off and fell to the ground.
Ke Han breathed a long sigh of relief. He began to twist his body as hard as he could, trying to slowly release the iron chain. However, the iron chain embedded in his flesh became tighter and tighter as he twisted.
Nerves that had never been tense suddenly became anxious, and my thoughts became irritable. Could it be that I was so "big" and was being used as a hostage by this Xinu dog to humiliate me? Facing the scorching sunshine, I faced the impending rush.
Brothers coming over? No! Ke Han felt a rare burst of sadness in his heart. He was unwilling to accept it. After a short rest, he hooked his fingers and secretly exerted force. The invisible orchid fingers that had not been used for a long time flashed with Ke Han's thoughts.
The electric light was emitted, and then there was a "crack" sound, and the iron chain pointed by Ke Han's orchid finger fell off piece by piece like a broken twist...