pastoral beggar woman

Chapter 1246 Punishment in Progress (3)
Zhao Ling also shivered unavoidably after discovering the function of the pliers, her eyes were full of unspeakable fear, and she kept saying 'No, don't...''You can't do this to me...''Help, Help...' and other words, but everyone present would be willing to save her.

Xin Yi quickly used the pliers to firmly hold the nail of the right index finger of the patriarch Zhao Ling, and then deliberately pulled the nail out bit by bit with very slow movements.

"Ah—" Zhao Ling's screams resounded through the firewood room again.

Danshen curled her lips behind her, and said in a low voice to Minhe who was standing beside her: "You still have the strength to shout so loudly, but the punishment is far from enough."

Mint replied: "This is the pain of the flashlight, and it's not really a mortal punishment. If I used those, Zhao Ling would really lose half of her life. Heh, she should be content with this little thing."

Danshen thought about those "terrible punishments", and the master even specially named it "Ten Manchu Tortures". Why is it called Manqing? Danshen couldn't understand it at all, but most of the tortures that did not exist in Xuantian Kingdom made people feel sick. He couldn't help being a little terrified, but fortunately, the master didn't let them use those punishments. When training them, the top ten tortures were only taught as a kind of popularization. It was too cruel a punishment.

For example, what they are using now, pricking fingers, pulling out nails, does it hurt?Of course it hurts!But it's just a pain, if it's fatal, no matter how painful it is, it can be used many times without worrying that it will kill Zhao Ling directly. How could the first punishment make her die so easily?The real punishment has to wait for their master to do it himself.

One fingernail, two nails, three... until all the five fingernails on the right hand were pulled out, the five fingers of Zhao Ling's right hand were also bleeding. The blood dripped on the drops, not much, but it was very conspicuous. Compared with the fingers of the left hand Only a drop or two of blood oozes out from the silver needle, which looks much worse, but if you really want to raise the pain level, it's probably between the brothers?It is difficult for people who have not really experienced it to make accurate comparisons.

When the last nail was pulled out, Zhao Ling finally couldn't bear the pain and passed out. She couldn't die, so why not?When Zhao Ling lost consciousness, she was also thankful that she would be able to avoid the cruel and painful lynching without knowing anything after she fainted.

Ideas are beautiful, reality is cruel.

A few seconds after Zhao Ling passed out, Danshen unceremoniously picked up the bowl of water on the shelf and took a sip, then pointed at Zhao Ling's sweaty face and sprayed it with a 'poof-'.

The cold water woke up Zhao Ling who was not dizzy at once. Looking down, the pain on her fingers was still so obvious, and blood was still dripping down. The blood on the fingertips that had never dried up reminded her She, the other party didn't give her a chance to rest.

When Danshen said, "It's my turn", and then covered her face with a white paper, soaked the white paper with water, and pressed it into her facial features when she inhaled, the feeling of suffocation came instantly. hour!In this lesson, Zhao Ling really felt a sense of despair, and finally realized that she had inadvertently offended someone she shouldn't have offended.

But the other party obviously didn't intend to give her a chance to repent, and the white paper on her face was pasted up one by one, and the suffocation became more and more obvious. Zhao Ling felt cold from head to toe, and for a moment she really felt that she was going to die... …

In fact, from the moment she was thrown into this firewood room, her vitality was gone. When she left here, it must be after she died, but the cause of her death would never be as simple as suffocation That's all.

(End of this chapter)