Wang Caozhi discovered that his brother-in-law not only took off his clothes, but also tore them.

Putting on official uniform is cumbersome, and taking it off is also complicated.

He seemed too lazy to untie the bag one by one, dragging it halfway and tearing it open from the chest.

Ouyang Rong's cheeks puffed up, and with a hiss, he tore the crimson official uniform, which symbolized the fifth-rank official of the Zhou Dynasty, into two halves.

However, the quality of the official uniform is very good, and it is a little difficult to tear it open with bare hands.

He simply pulled out a woman's skirt-pressing knife from his waist and completely cut the official robe into two pieces.

Wang Caozhi was stunned by this operation.

He looked around at the remote bamboo forest filled with white mist, shrank his neck, and said a little cautiously:

"Brother-in-law, you, please calm down! Why are you tearing off your clothes when you are so innocent..."

"Yeah, calm down."

Ouyang Rong nodded calmly, grabbed Wang Caozhi's arm, kneaded it into two pieces of official uniform rags, and temporarily stuffed them into his arms.

"Brother-in-law, you're like this, I'm scared."

Ouyang Rong ignored him and asked calmly:

"Have you brought your sheepskin water bag?"

Sheepskin water bladder?

Looking at his brother-in-law's extremely handsome face, Wang Caozhi didn't know what he was thinking of. He subconsciously closed the back door tightly and said with trembling teeth:

"I brought... I brought it, but it's filled with rice wine."

"The wine is just right."

When Wang Caozhi heard this, his legs trembled, and his voice began to cry with a little resentment:

"Sister...brother-in-law, can you please be gentle?"

"Okay, be gentle."

Ouyang Rong nodded politely. As if he was doing something ordinary, he held Xie Lingjiang's skirt knife in his backhand, with the blade facing inward. Without saying a word, he gently drew out the knife in the tiger's mouth of his right hand.

A bloody mouth of "one and a half inches".

Blood surged like a fountain, staining the lines on the palm of his right hand red.

Ouyang Rong seemed to be completely unaware. Under Wang Caozhi's widened eyes, he dug out a red and black talisman from his sleeve.

With his bloody right hand, two fingers stood straight up, holding the red and black talisman paper. Maintaining this somewhat weird posture, he looked at Wang Caozhi and said softly:

"Don't be stupid, water bag."

"oh oh."

Seeing this scene, Wang Caozhi suddenly realized. He finally stopped thinking, let go of his tight embrace, quickly took out a sheepskin water bag, and handed it out in a panic.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer it and lit the red and black talisman in his hand with a fire stick.

He stared straight at the withered yellow fire blooming between his two fingers, and said faintly on his face:

"Open."

Wang Caozhi quickly opened the mouth of the water bag and held it forward.

He seemed to have misunderstood Ouyang Rong's intention and wanted to pour the rice wine to help clean his bloody tiger's mouth.

"Brother-in-law, why are you cutting yourself with a knife? Is it poisoning and bleeding..."

Ouyang Rong didn't pay attention, grabbed Wang Caozhi's wrist holding the water bag with his left hand, and stuffed the burning runes into the mouth of the bag.

Under Wang Caozhi's surprised look, he made a fist with his right hand, hung it above the mouth of the bag, clenched it hard, and a series of blood dripped from his palm.

Ouyang Rong pressed his shoulders heavily and stared at him:

"After drinking this wine, not a drop is left. I will teach you another mantra. Keep it in your mind. After you leave the main grotto, no matter where you are, keep reciting this mantra silently in your heart and don't stop."

Wang Caozhi held a sheepskin water bag mixed with talismans, blood, and wine. He was a little at a loss after hearing this. He raised his head and looked at his brother-in-law's calm and deep face. He gradually realized the seriousness of something.

"well."

Wang Caozhi endured nausea, raised his head and drank all the rice wine.

Immediately, Ouyang Rong approached him and spoke in his ear for a moment.

Wang Caozhi lowered his head and began to mutter silently, as if he was reciting something.

Suddenly, he remembered what he had just said and asked with a puzzled look on his face:

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean, leave the main grotto? You don't want me here? Aren't you going to interrogate Qian Chen? Old Yangtou hasn't come yet..."

Ouyang Rong was busy and did not answer.

He casually threw away the sheepskin water bag, reached out to take the two rags of official uniform in Wang Caozhi's arms, and unfolded them one by one.

Wang Caozhi suddenly saw that Ouyang Rong used his clothes as paper, his fingers as pens, and the hot blood flowing from the tiger's mouth as ink, and wrote down bloody words.

On every rag of official uniform, there is a word of blood.

Still the same word repeated.

Wang Caozhi rubbed his eyes and realized that he had read it correctly. Looking at the big word in blood, he licked his dry lips and became a little nervous.

What really made Wang Caozhi so nervous that his body trembled was Ouyang Rong's last words:

"You go, the further away the better, but don't go back to Xunyang City for the time being... Please help me along the way and give these two pieces of clothing to two people respectively. Make sure to hand them over to them! Go!"

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Wang Caozhi carried two official rags with the same word "blood" in his arms, and Ouyang Rong's provincial documents, and hurriedly left the bamboo forest.

Only Ouyang Rong was left in the same place.

He was alone, standing on the spot, lowering his head and slowly wrapping the white cloth strip left by Wang Caozhi around the wound on his right hand.

Ouyang Rong's crimson official uniform was hurriedly put on in the carriage not long ago. He was actually wearing a blue Confucian shirt underneath, which was sewn by Ah Qing and recommended to him by the embroiderer a few days ago.

Without the dazzling crimson official uniform, Ouyang Rong wore a green shirt, and his figure was a bit unremarkable in the green bamboo forest.

Not far away, Old Yangtou's figure had entered the forest and began to cooperate with Wang Caozhi's entourage to interrogate the suspect Qian Chen.

Rong Zhen and the female officials did not come in to interfere.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced.

This female historian is very trustworthy in her behavior.

Ouyang Rong finished bandaging his palm and took out the junior sister's skirt knife again.

In the cold wind of the forest, hundreds of miles apart, he rubbed the blade of the skirt knife fiercely with his palm.

The blade gradually heats up and warms up.

After a while, he seemed to sense something from the air. The skirt knife in Ouyang Rong's hand trembled slightly, as if someone was responding to something...

After doing this, Ouyang Rong put away his skirt knife, lowered his head, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the clearing in the bamboo forest where Qian Chen was interrogated.

When he came to the open space, his entourage had already retreated to the side, and only Qian Chen and Lao Yangtou were left under the big tree.

Everyone looked around curiously.

Ouyang Rong glanced at it silently.

Qian Chen was covered in blood, his mouth was full of broken teeth, and his mouth was full of blood. He was breathing heavily, but he clenched his teeth tightly and did not spit out a word.

When Ouyang Rong was talking to Wang Caozhi just now, the interrogation by the followers here should still be fruitless.

Lao Yangtou had just arrived. He was dressed in a large, patched black jailor's uniform, with his hair covered in silver threads. He didn't seem to have any torture instruments with him.

The old man only held a rusty knife in his hand. He did not go towards the suspect Qian Chen, but slowly walked around him, came to the nearest bamboo in the back, lifted his robe, squatted down, and patiently began to cut it.

bamboo.

Soon, Old Yangtou stood up again, with a piece of bamboo skin in his hand.

Old Yang gently twisted a piece of bamboo skin with his two withered fingers, turned back, and slowly walked towards Qian Chen, who was completely unaware of his shocking identity.

When he came to Qian Chen and used bamboo to torture him, Lao Yang turned his head and said to Ouyang Rongxiao:

"Baby scholar, the book said that bamboo has the style of a gentleman. It is not broken by the wind or stained by the rain. Its body has joints and few branches, and its proud and transparent bones are several feet high...

"What the sage said is so good. By the way, the trick I am following is called Zhu Junzi. It was once the specialty of a cruel official. I was stupid and learned half of it by watching."

The old man who loved reading books from sages and also loved to drop his book bag sighed with emotion:

"This cruel official offended many powerful people when he became powerful. Later, he died miserably when he was 'bringing order to order'. It is said that he died under the 'Bamboo Gentleman' he created. However, when he used it to interrogate those civil servants and powerful people,

It's just about extorting a confession, and it will stop when the confession is drawn, and when you are tortured later, it will be until you die of pain.

"I still remember what he once said. Regarding the 'Bamboo Gentleman', there may be gentlemen among those who cannot survive, but those who can survive must be true gentlemen."

"Only a sincere gentleman can avoid telling lies."

With a sigh, Old Yang turned his back, twisted the bamboo with two fingers, and walked towards Qian Chen...
To be continued...