Chapter 929 Dead, Thrown Directly Into the Mass Grave

After cursing in one breath, Qian Wanjin became more and more upset, and patted the iron chain on the cell door, "Come here, open the lock, and take him out. Master must greet him well today!"

"What do you want to do?" The man inside had a cold expression.

"What are you doing? Of course you're doing it to the death." Qian Wanjin grinned. He hadn't done his business here yet, so he thought scolding would be the end of it?

If you really hold the bargaining chip, no one will dare to touch him, and let him live in a cell for the rest of his life?

dream.

Feng Qingbai raised his hand towards Fuzheng, and Fuzheng immediately asked the jailer to open the cell door and pushed Xue Zhong out.

"Wait," Qian Wanjin said again, kicking the wheelchair, "He is a prisoner, and he is still going to be a criminal. Is he brought in for his enjoyment? Remove the wheelchair and drag it away. He wants to Move, let him crawl!"

Xue Zhong finally changed color suddenly, and the indifference he had maintained all along was no longer there.

He raised his head and glared at the two men, and finally his eyes fell on Feng Qingbai, "Your Majesty really wants to do this?"

In his whole life, except for the time he narrowly escaped death, he had never been so embarrassed.

The jailer threw away the wheelchair he was leaning on and held him up, his legs hanging on the ground like noodles. That was his most taboo appearance in front of others! Completely useless!

Feng Qingbai greeted him indifferently, did not speak, and there was no wave in his eyes.

It was as if he was just a joke in his eyes, a shameless, contemptible, humble and dirty thing.

Xue Zhong sneered, "It's okay, but the old man wants to remind the lord that even the slightest bit of what I bear now will also appear on Xue Qinglian! If I hurt a lot, he will definitely not be able to escape!"

Feng Qingbai's eyes shrank invisible, and turned deep, but his face remained calm, "He is now a useless person with broken tendons, and he will have to lie in bed for the rest of his life. Where is it going? It’s better to die than to die. Your threats are useless to me.”

Qian Wanjin almost lost his temper, his eyes were already red because of Xue Zhong's words, but fortunately Feng Qingbai's words made him recover a little clarity under the rush of anger. Xue Zhong is not a man who will not be aimless, but if they beg him, it will make Xue Zhong more unscrupulous, so it is better to ignore it and let his heart hang!

"Hurry up, drag this old thing out! When I first came in, I saw all kinds of torture instruments hanging on the wall, and let him taste them one by one later!"

The jailer dragged Xue Zhong to the front of the torture room, Qian Wanjin followed behind, taking out the bottles and cans he had brought, hugged them in his arms, and piled them on the table in the torture room.

"Don't worry, every day in the future, you will have a very wonderful life in this place, and you will never be lonely." After the jailer tied him to the rack, Qian Wanjin smiled and took the medicine bottles and put the medicine in his hands. The ointment and pills were stuffed into Xue Zhong's mouth, "Eat, eat more, you won't be able to die for a while, I don't know what it's like, you have the right to try it, it tastes good, and I will bring it to you tomorrow!" "

Feng Qingbai and Fuzheng sat down on the chair beside him, letting Qian Wanjin toss about, watching quietly, with such a calm expression that it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

Being stuffed with poison in his mouth and forced to swallow it down, Xue Zhong's face turned red in a short time, and then his whole body turned purple and twitched.

The heart ate away at the bone, thousands of needles pierced the flesh, and there seemed to be countless ants crawling in the cracks in the bones.

In this way, Qian Wanjin seemed to feel that it was not enough, and began to walk to the wall of torture tools, and picked up the torture tools hanging there one by one to look at them.

Barbed whips, bone-piercing nails, maces, pipa hooks...everything can make the pubic bone chill.

"Feng Qingbai! You, really don't want Xue Qinglian's life!?" Xue Zhong gritted his teeth in severe pain, and the words he spoke were difficult to tune.

Feng Qingbai looked at him, his eyes were calm and indifferent, like an eternal deep pool without ripples, "It's not that I don't want his life, it's you who want his life. If he dies, it's not me, it's you He can't blame this king for what this uncle gave him."

Qian Wanjin sighed, "Xue Qinglian deserves to have an uncle like you. If he dies, we will avenge him. We are worthy of this brotherhood."

As he spoke, he handed the soldering iron to the jailer beside him, "Go, burn him up."

"You... how dare you!..."

"Otherwise, do you think that you were arrested here to let you spend your twilight years here?"

Soon, screams of pain came from the execution room, sharp and shrill, endless.

Qian Wanjin was not merciless at all, he just watched from the side, and asked the jailer to put on all the instruments of torture in the room one by one.

On the torture rack, Xue Zhong was tortured until he was dying, his body was covered in blood, and he couldn't even gather the strength to open his eyes.

"Don't worry, this is still the first day, and you will be able to taste all kinds of flavors every day in the future." A hand patted his face, "How long you can live depends on how long you can last."

Another voice seemed to be talking to Fuzheng, "If a person dies, he will be thrown directly to the mass grave."

"Yes, my lord."

Xue Zhong's eyes were bloodshot with hatred, and at the same time, shock and fear finally began to grow in his heart.

These two people really don't care about his life or death, that is to say, they don't care about Xue Qinglian's life or death as much as he thought!

If Xue Qinglian is useless, then the chips in his hand will be gone.

The Liu family values ​​friendship, and so does Liu Yusheng. And Feng Qingbai respected Liu Yusheng, so when he came, he was sure that as long as he held Xue Qinglian, he would not die.

Could it be that he miscalculated?

No, no, if you make a wrong calculation, you will lose everything!

He can't lose!

He doesn't want to die yet!

The jailer dragged the unconscious man away, threw him back into the cell, and the cell door was locked again.

After Feng Qingbai and Qian Wanjin walked out of the prison, the expressions on their faces became serious.

"What kind of poison did that old thing put on Xue Qinglian?" Qian Wanjin gritted his teeth.

Xue Zhong said that he was in pain, and Xue Qinglian couldn't escape. What he said at that time is probably not alarmist.

"I don't know for now." Feng Qingbai looked up at the sky, his eyes were dark and deep, "Xue Zhong has a lot of experience, he is cunning, he will not let go until the last moment, and he will not let go until he really sees no hope." Throw your last chip."

"Then kill his hope. I come to torture him every day. Let's see how long he can last!"

"Go back and see Xue Qinglian's situation before making a decision," Feng Qingbai said.

Don't be reckless, although he really wants to get all the truth out of Xue Zhong's mouth immediately, but keeping Xue Qinglian is the most important thing.

At this time, in Liuyun Pavilion, there was a lot of chaos.

The pain on Xue Qinglian's body seemed to double suddenly. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain before, but this time he couldn't.

The heart-piercing screams and the blood that kept vomited made Liu Yusheng panic.