Dalao, Donglin County.

This is a hellish existence, a dark prison where not only personal freedom is imprisoned, but also spiritual restraint and torture.

Various cold and cruel instruments of torture are hung on the copper and iron walls, dark brown liquid remains on the ground, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of blood. The curtain of hell on earth will be opened for you here.

He's mother was knocked unconscious by Wang Ba's slap, and He's father, whose leg injury had not yet recovered, was roughly dragged out of the cage by Wang Ba. An iron chain was tied to He's father's injured leg and he was thrown down.

He picked up the leather whip on the side and hit Father He hard on his body.

Father He's screams suddenly exploded in the prison.

Wang Ba smiled ferociously and kept shouting: "You poor poor man, I want you to fight with me! Beat you to death, beat you to death!"

The whip was soaked in salt water, and every blow on Father He's body left his skin and flesh torn.

Father He screamed repeatedly, heartbreaking.

The vicious prisoners in the nearby cages couldn't help but feel frightened when they heard the noise here, and they huddled in the corner and dared not make a sound.

Father He soon fainted.

"Want to pretend to be dead with me? Humph!"

Wang Ba grabbed the cold water prepared nearby and poured it down. Father He coughed violently and opened his bloody eyes again.

"Wang Ba, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go... ugh!"

Wang Ba punched He's father in the face, and He's father was so painful that he couldn't speak. Dark red blood came out of his nose and mouth and fell to the ground in drops.

"I want you to live but not to die!"

Wang Ba spat into the palm of his hand, picked up the whip and whipped him again.

On the side, Wang Xiong clasped his hands together and looked at it with his eyelids drooped, as if he was watching a butcher killing pigs on New Year's Day.

However, Fang Zhou couldn't hold himself back. He would have to go through trial tomorrow. If he was beaten to death tonight, he would have to explain a few words to that idiot county magistrate tomorrow. It would be better to do less than to do more.

Just when Fang Zhou was about to step forward to stop Wang Ba, a figure rushed up.

"stop!"

The visitor shouted loudly. Before the three of them could see each other clearly, Wang Ba, who was standing in front of Father He with his whip raised high, was kicked in the heart by the visitor. He flew backwards and hit the copper wall behind him.

It bounced back again, fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"How dare you break into the county jail and lynch someone!"

The person who came was Xiao An. He was standing alone in front of Father He, holding a knife in his hand. Blood burst out in his eyes, and he wanted to split the three people in front of him into six pieces.

Wang Xiong's expression finally changed, and he rushed over to help Wang Ba up and check Wang Ba's injuries.

Fang Zhou also had a cold look, but then he returned to his normal appearance and came to Xiao An.

"Instructor Yang, I am the chief arrest officer of Donglin County. It is my duty to enter and exit the jail to interrogate suspects. But you... forced your way into the county jail. If this matter is reported to the police, I am afraid that even your Lord Fengning may not be able to save it.

you!"

Xiao An was so angry that he was shaking all over, and his teeth were clenching and chattering.

He saw them lynching Uncle He with his own eyes. Not only did these people not feel guilty at all, they actually bit him in turn. Their ability to confuse right and wrong was truly unrivaled in the world!

"Xiao An..."

Father He's weak voice came from behind.

Xiao An came to his senses, put down the knife, turned around and held Father He up.

The wounds on Father He's body made Xiao An, a man who had narrowly escaped death on the battlefield, unable to bear to look directly at them.

"Uncle He, hold on, I'll let you down first!"

Xiao An picked up the big knife and slashed at the two iron chains, making the chains clang.

Here, Wang Ba got up and rushed to the iron frame used to place torture instruments. He pulled out a red-hot soldering iron from the stove and rushed towards Xiao An, shouting: "Boy, go to hell!"

Xiao An realized something was wrong, turned around and was about to use the big knife in his hand to block, when the red-hot iron was already in front of him, and the hot steam coming out hit his face, with the word "criminal" carved on it.

, baring its teeth and claws under the light of the fire, it was ferocious and terrifying.

Xiao An himself works as an errand in the Ministry of War and is well aware of the power of this soldering iron.

If you are burned with a hot iron as big as your palm, a large piece of skin and flesh will be torn off your body, and your bones and internal organs may be burned.

Even if it takes a long time to recover from the wound, this conspicuous word "criminal" will remain with him for life.

If you want to get rid of the word "criminal", you have to peel off a piece of flesh again...

This is a punishment that is more painful than death, and it is also a kind of personal humiliation that will last a lifetime. Criminals who are not the most vicious and heinous criminals will generally not be subjected to this kind of iron.

This overlord is really cruel to himself!

As long as he dodges to the side, he can still avoid the soldering iron, but this will make Uncle He miserable. The soldering iron will definitely fall on him.

At the moment of lightning, Xiao An suddenly shuddered and raised a big hand to grab the fiery red iron that was already close to his chest...

But he missed it.

At the same time as the sound of breaking wind sounded in his ears, a stream of warm and fishy liquid sprayed out like a column of blood, covering his face.

"ah!!!"

Along with Wang Ba's scream, the arm holding the soldering iron was cut off from the shoulder with a knife and fell to his feet with a thud.

He covered his empty arm with his other intact arm and stepped back. Before the panic in his eyes could spread, he staggered to the ground and fainted as the murderer who cut off his arm didn't even have time to spread.

"younger brother!"

Wang Xiong howled, and rushed forward to help Wang Xiong up. Just as he stretched out his hands, a cold light flashed past his eyes, and his ten fingers were chopped off, and the bones fell on Wang Ba's body and the ground.

Wang Xiong raised his bloody hands and put them in front of his eyes. His mind went blank for a moment, and his ears were buzzing.

He screamed and fell to the ground, twitching like a fish stranded on the shore.

"Why don't I just chop off a few of your fingers, and I won't kill you, but why do you call it this? You really can't stand the pain!"

A joking female voice suddenly sounded.

Then, she patted the shoulder of the young man next to her who had just sheathed his sword, and then teased: "Xiao Liu, you are too rude. You cut off people's arms and fingers when you first came up, and then you made them grow old."

How can you two hold a woman and hold a wine cup?"

Liu Xueyun's expression remained unchanged and his eyes were cold, as if he were a machine without emotions.

At this time, Fang Zhou finally recovered from the shock and found that there were two more people in the prison.

The person making the sarcastic remarks was a woman wrapped in a black cloak.

She wore a smiling fox mask on her face. Although her facial features could not be seen clearly, the eyes behind the mask were smiling and very seductive.

Next to the cloaked woman stood a tall, thin young man.
Chapter completed!