idle mistress

Chapter 18 The Flame of Hell

Zhao Yan stood up and walked coldly in front of several prisoners. Finally, he stood in front of one of them and made a gesture towards the back.

Soon, someone stepped forward and took the prisoner to the firewood pile.

"No... my lord, spare my life... my lord, spare my life..." The prisoner struggled desperately while begging for mercy.

Only then did Xu Weiqiu realize the purpose of the pyre, and his hair stood on end.

Soon, the prisoner was tied to a cross on the pyre.

Zhao Yan stood facing the woodpile with his hands behind his back, and whispered two words: "Light the fire."

"Light it up." A guard yelled.

Hearing this sound, the prisoner who was tied to the pyre suddenly went limp.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a fire was quickly ignited, and the pyre was quickly swallowed by the fire. Together with the people tied to the pyre, the screams of ghosts and wolves came from their ears.

The cry was so horrible that many onlookers were too frightened to turn their faces away and dare not look directly.

Zhao Yan stood there, watching all this coldly with the posture of a king.

Xu Weiqiu stood behind him, as if his body was fixed by some monster, unable to move.

She is someone who is used to seeing life and death, but at this moment, looking at the sparks soaring into the sky, her whole body is dripping with cold sweat uncontrollably.

The fire was burning hotter and hotter, thick smoke was billowing, and soon, the howling sound changed from loud to quiet, from small to nothing, and in the end, except for the sound of burning firewood, the scene fell into a dead silence.

I don't know when, the sky has darkened, and the flames from hell have burned half of the sky red...

The prisoners kneeling on the ground, bound with five flowers, watched helplessly as their companions were burned to death. The screams before death were horrific.

Zhao Yan walked up to the leader and said, "Hey, how about we make a deal? As long as you hand over what I want, I will spare you." That tone of talkativeness seemed like the He is not the same as burning people.

Unexpectedly, this scarred face is also a man, not only unmoved, but also poohed at him.

Zhao Yan's complexion changed, and there was a hint of sternness in his eyes, but when he saw a wink, his subordinates would feel relieved, and stepped forward to press one hand on the scarred face to the ground.

Zhao Yan stepped forward and stepped on the back of his hand. He was wearing high-quality short boots. The uppers of the boots were made of leather, but the material of the soles was very hard.

But seeing him turning his heels, under the crushing pressure of that tossing and turning, the scar-faced face gradually became distorted.

But he still held on, he just didn't make a sound.

Zhao Yan let go of his feet, with a trace of cruelty on his face. He beckoned, and his subordinates brought up a brazier. The charcoal fire in the brazier was burning brightly, and there were all kinds of instruments of torture on it.

A guard took out a red-hot iron from it, and burned it mercilessly into Scarface's flesh. With a squeak, Scarface finally couldn't hold back a scream.

Xu Weiqiu gasped, covered his face with one hand, and turned his face away, not daring to look any further.

The guard picked up another soldering iron again. At this time, Zhao Yan stopped him and looked back at Xu Weiqiu. He did not forget the way the child looked at him when he first met him. Then, he smiled faintly and waved to Xu Weiqiu. :"come here."

Xu Weiqiu came back to his senses and looked at him suspiciously.

"Come on..." He beckoned again.

Xu Wei took two steps forward without knowing why, and looked at Zhao Yan with doubts on his face, but seeing him smiling at her, he took a step forward, reached out to take the soldering iron in his hand and handed it to her, motioning for her to Come to execute.

Xu Weiqiu looked at the red-hot soldering iron in his hand, and was dumbfounded.

"Hurry up." He urged her.

That gloomy voice was like a ghostly voice urging people to die, and Xu Weiqiu took a step forward unknowingly.

Scarface looked up at her, and looked at each other, and she saw horror in the other's eyes.

The scene of the man handing himself a shovel flashed through his mind.

Xu Weiqiu trembled, still unable to let go.

Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Yan strode forward, grabbed her hand, and branded the iron on her flesh like this.

"Ah..." There was a heart-piercing scream.

Xu Weiqiu yelled in horror, and pushed Zhao Yan in shock; the moment Zhao Yan let go, she staggered and fell to the ground, with the soldering iron falling in front of her.

A smell of scorched flesh rushed into her nostrils, and she tremblingly got up on the ground, but was accidentally burned by the soldering iron beside her.

Zhao Yan was amused by her embarrassed appearance and laughed out loud.

She raised her head in disbelief, the fire reflected his handsome face, it was very eerie...
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"My lord, the weather is too hot recently. Many craftsmen have suffered from heat stroke. One of them died of heat yesterday. Several of us discussed whether we should let the craftsmen take a rest at noon. Do you think it is feasible?"

"No."

The cattail fan in Xu Weiqiu's hand fanned Zhao Yan's wind over and over again, and when he heard these two words, his hands stopped involuntarily.

Zhao Yan turned his head and glanced at her, she quickly calmed down, changed her movements, and continued fanning.

Only then did Zhao Yan turn around, looking at the few people in front of him, he said coldly:
"Rest? How many hours during the day do you stop working when it's too hot? If you delay the construction period and blame it on the superior, will you bear the responsibility or I will bear the responsibility?"

As soon as he said this, the few managers in front of him didn't dare to speak anymore.

Evil capitalists, inhuman executioners, and demons, Xu Weiqiu is full of slander, but he is still submissive on the outside.

He kept fanning this vile capitalist with his hands, but in his heart he wished that what he was holding was the banana fan, the magic weapon of the Iron Fan Princess, and send him to the Western Paradise.

Under the rage, he couldn't control the strength of his hand, and the slap made the man's long hair flying. Zhao Yan was already in a bad mood, but his hair disturbed him even more. He turned his head and shot at her impatiently Said: "Stop fanning, go out."

This order was exactly what he wanted, Xu Weiqiu bowed to him, turned around and walked out.

The sun was shining outside, she turned to the gatekeeper outside and asked, "Brother, what time is it?"

The other party looked up at her, and replied, "It's time."

Weishi is also 3 or 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

She thanked her and walked forward.

The hot summer in July is the hardest, and the skin exposed to the sun is very uncomfortable. A big blister formed on the burnt place last night, and it hurts hotly under the sun.

Before she knew it, she came to the training ground last night, and she was taken aback, but saw the five prisoners still kneeling on the spot under the scorching sun.

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