After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 373 I Want To See How Hard His Bones Are
There was still no answer to what he asked, but Nan Rong laughed.

"There is indeed a problem with Yin Jiuqing's identity. Hang him up and greet him well until you tell him." He glanced at Li Cang, who was spotless in the dark cell, and sneered.

"I want to see how hard his bones are."

He uttered a sentence heavily, and he turned and walked outside.

"Are you recruiting or not?" One of them picked up a whip and gestured in front of him.

One of them said: "Why bother talking nonsense with him, let's talk about it after a fight."

As soon as the words fell, the whip dipped in salt water was whipped up fiercely, with great force, it sank deeply into the flesh, and then pulled out fiercely.

In an instant, bright red blood oozed out of Monk Li Cang's robe, dyeing it red.

Seeing the blood, the executioner couldn't help but get excited, "Are you recruiting?"

Every time he asked a question, he slapped him hard.

Most of the interrogators in the past were rough-skinned and thick-skinned people, but this one in front of him is fair and delicate, and he has more feeling when fighting.

The other person couldn't bear it, he said: "You should answer His Highness's words honestly. Anyone who enters the prison in the East Palace cannot endure so many punishments. It will all be a result in the end. Why suffer so much in vain."

Li Cang clenched his lips, and endured the whip after whip.

When we first met, he promised to keep a secret for her, even if it was death, he would never reveal a word.

In a short while, his plain monk's robe was already filthy, with blood sticking to it fiercely, and some debris had even sunk into the flesh.

Seeing that he was still unwilling to speak, the other person sneered twice, "Okay, I want to see how long you can last, and get the needle."

Someone came up, put Li Cang down, fixed his hands on the wooden frame, and forced him to straighten his fingers.

Then, one by one, the silver needles glowing with cold light were pierced under the fingernails, one by one, and asked a question.

The man's face was pale and he was sweating profusely, but he still clenched his lips tightly, refusing to utter a word.

Ye Zhao stood outside the door, with a look of unbearable flashing in his eyes.

This kind of criminal law is extremely painful. As the saying goes, "Ten fingers connect to the heart", even if the thorn is rooted in the hand, it still hurts, not to mention the pain of piercing the inch-long silver needle into the finger, the pain is unbearable for anyone.

However, Li Cang endured it.

In fact, he didn't understand that Yin Jiuqing did all kinds of bad things, was sinister and vicious, played tricks on people's hearts, and plotted against His Highness, but secretly supported Nan Ye.

Why would she let Li Cang, a generation of saints like her, protect her with all her might?
Still, here is what the monks emphasize... good causes.

Sighing, he couldn't bear to look any further, turned and left the cell.

He knows His Highness's temperament better than anyone else, and he won't mind killing Li Cang if he doesn't achieve his goal.

He offended the emperor and put him under confinement in another garden. It will be very difficult for him to come out again in his life. Even if he dies, no one will know about it.

In just one hour, Li Cang has been subjected to countless punishments, and his whole body is still dying in a dirty and cold corner, soaked in blood and tortured by pain.

He curled up, trying to think about her appearance, it seemed that only in this way could he ignore the pain on his body.

Several hours later, Nan Rong stepped into this place again, beside him was Gu Jingyao who was dressed brightly.

He glanced at Li Cang who was in the corner who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, "Have you recruited yet?"

(End of this chapter)