Chapter 49 I am the fish

After Xie Guang walked to the middle table, he sat down with a golden knife, nodded his finger on the table, and said with a smile:

"Hey, today I want you to give a statement to these leaders who block your arrows! Execution!"

The thin man giggled and took down a black cloth cover next to him, revealing an iron chair: this chair, the armrest is so long that the elbows are leaning against the back, the palms reach to the head, and there are two or three inches of armrests outside; the stool feet are so high that people sit on it, and their feet can't reach the ground at all.

The chair surface, back and armrest are covered with about two points of sharp spines, and only the palms are placed flat. The chest, waist, legs, upper and lower arms, and even the position of the neck of the seat are equipped with iron rings, which can be slightly adjusted according to the prisoner's figure.

The whole chair is shiny and dark, as if it has been soaked with some blood. If a person sits on it, these spikes will just penetrate the nerve-pneaded dermis. Under their own gravity, it will only hurt more and more, until your body struggles and twists, and then keeps pricking out new blood. However, there is not much blood, so that the prisoner can survive.

The man turned his head and smiled at Su Minghai, "Is this chair still powerful? It has a name, called 'Sudden Roar'. I don't know how to sit on it and fix it like me, and see if you can roar and turn the floor over..."

Two big men came over and set up Su Minghai. He is now weak, and the wounds on his body have not healed. The broken bone of his left calf is as swollen as a gourd. Resistance can only suffer more. They simply take him to the chair to sit down.

This chair is all made of iron, and it weighs no more than 600 or 700 catties. Su Minghainuo sat on it and didn't move. The two big men locked the steel rings everywhere on the iron chair and retreated to both sides to stand.

A smelly and fishy smell slowly approached, but the thin man next to him came up, put his hand on Su Minghai's shoulder and pressed it down!

The sharp needle on the surface of the chair immediately pierced his buttocks. Su Minghai suffered pain, instinctively exerted his elbows, and there was a burning pain under his arms, and countless spikes penetrated into the skin and flesh. The whole body is powerless, and it is leaning backwards, and the back is hot and sour... Behind the buttocks of the whole leg, the bottom of the elbow, the waist and back are full of steel needles, and can no longer move.

The man only pressed Su Minghai's palm and considered his instinctive neurological reaction step by step. He immediately fixed Su Minghai firmly on the chair. The pain made the skin and flesh couldn't help **, but the more **, the greater the pain caused by the steel needle. Su Minghai gritted his teeth and endured, but the more he endured, the more painful it became. In the end, his skin and numbness gradually stopped. But still breathe lightly, because every breath will bring a diamond-like taste - and after the skin and skin numbness, the muscles of the whole body are forced to relax, which is more ** for the pain. If you encounter a new pain, the pain is three points more painful than when you are just pierced by a steel needle.

The thin man was not in a hurry. He waited for almost half an hour. When Su Minghai's face showed an almost intoxicated look because of loose muscles, he giggled and said:

"My surname is Mi and my name is Mi Shao. I'm afraid you will always remember my name in the future..."

Someone next to him took a coffee table and put it in front of Mi Shao, and placed a basin full of water on it, with a small towel on it. He put a small cloth bag next to him, and even brought a backrest chair to Mishao to sit down.

The chair creaked, and Mi Shao moved himself closer to Su Minghai. He soaked the towel with salt water and wiped Su Minghai's ten fingers finely. He saw some dirt in the cracks of his nails. He took the scissors and trimmed them carefully and cleaned them very clean.

Then open the small cloth bag and reveal a pile of thick bamboo sticks with toothpicks inside.

Mi Shao took a bamboo stick in his hand and said to Su Minghai:

"This is something used to nail fingers. Many people make this thing like the thickness of chopsticks... Alas... They don't understand... If they take the thin one and have no patience, they can't nail it into people's fingers. They can only nail it with thick chopsticks... As a result, they make a good thing bloody."

"Execution, this is a technology. If you want to bleed, you will not bleed; if you don't bleed, you will bleed, which is a real master. Cui Shi, the master of Yuhua's execution, once cut a prisoner with more than 3200 knives. For three days, he went out to eat and sleep in the middle. The prisoner still did not shed a drop of blood. He was really a generation of masters. And although I don't have the ability of Elder Cui, I'm also a veteran.

Then he pinched Su Minghai's right little finger and said:

"Don't worry, the process of nailing it in will be very slow, hehe, I'm going to offend...uh...not afraid...good...good...not afraid..."

He took a small mallet in his right hand, grabbed it, and nailed the thin bamboo stick into Su Minghai's nail seam.

More than a dozen ferocious men standing next to him opened their eyes and almost emitted light. Only Xie Guang was still as if nothing had happened and closed his eyes on the chair to refresh his mind.

This bamboo stick goes all the way under the skin with the most abundant nerve endings under the nail. Although he only entered half of the nail scene, Su Minghai still felt that his fingertips were burned by fire. At the same time, the inside of the nail was numb, painful and swollen. However, his whole body was numb by the sharp thorns on the iron chair and did not move at all. The pain passed in, as clear as a little ink on a piece of white paper, which made people sad.

Namishao calculated the direction of blood vessels in Su Minghai's nails for a long time, and then gently hammered the bamboo stick to pierce the whole nail. He looked up and touched the corners of his mouth, as if he was apologetic, and explained to Su Minghai:

"The most taboo thing about this visa is to encounter human blood vessels. This blood vessels are painless and easy to make people bleed, but each person's fingers. Even if the thickness is equal, there are many differences in his blood line. I have to be careful..."

Then slowly began to tap. The bamboo stick was fixed by the nail, and it happened to be the surface of the muscles under the dermis, which was very painful. Su Minghai's whole body could not move again. Even if he sometimes raised his muscles, he was stopped by the spikes on the chair, which could only add more pain. Later, with each mallet falling, Su Minghai couldn't help roaring at the bottom of his throat, and his forehead was sweaty and flowed into the sharp stab wound on his body. He could no longer feel the pain, only itching.

Mi Shao was very patient about this. This two-inch-length bamboo stick was completely knocked in and melted for half an hour. It was really not a drop of blood.

There was also sweat on his forehead, but there was a big man on the side who dried him with a towel. He handed him tea and gave him a sip. Mi Shao took a sip of tea, just like a master who completed a very satisfactory step of his proud work. He leaned against the back of the chair and took a long breath.

The people next to him opened their eyes wide one by one, and they were excited and dared not relax a little. At this time, when he saw that Mi Shao finally stopped, he also breathed a long breath. He only felt that his eyes were dry and impatient, and he kept blinking desperately. Su Minghai was also greatly relieved - this kind of pain, even a little gap is good - the movements of the people at this moment are almost exactly the same.

The thin man rested for a moment, stretched out his finger, pinched the ring finger of Su Minghai's right hand, and began his work...

So when the sky was bright and three strokes in the sun, Fang Shi nailed one palm. Although Su Minghai was still in his mind, he was also muddle-headed. He was picked up and rotated in the clouds all morning and didn't know anything.

"Mi Shao, you are also a little tired. Let's eat something first, wait for him to calm down for a while, and then slowly rectify."

Xie Guang finally opened his eyes on the chair and spoke.

Su Minghai finally gasped and sat on the iron chair and fell asleep.

Suddenly, a basin of cold water poured on the chuck!

"Wan!"

Su Minghai woke up immediately.

This fashion is early spring. How cold this basin of cold water is. His body is now so weak that he is no different from a low-level warrior, and he is stimulated by this cold water. Even a knife spiralled into the bone marrow. The blood and meridians of the whole body were painful. On the contrary, the skin and flesh were numb and there was no feeling at all.

But this numbness was only for a moment. After a moment, he knew that the fallen was still a basin of salt water!

At this moment, the already loose skin and flesh was painful as if it had cracked into a trace of strands, and the pores were like a little mouse, and you could feel the sudden beating inside. The nerves were tight, like steel wire, and the surroundings suddenly calmed down. This kind of quietness made the salt water flow to the ground as if he had torn a piece of silk in his ear, and Misao moved the chair, which was so loud that almost the eardrums were almost broken, and his head could buzz for a long time. The sound of everyone breathing on the side is deafening to Su Minghai, which is already a pain!

"...you! ...ke! ...Yes! ...What! ...? ...Talks! ...I want! ...Say! ...Well! ......”

The sound rolled away from the clouds like thunder.

Su Minghai gasped and gasped. Every time he breathed, he felt the tingling pain in his brain, but he grinned and laughed at himself with a sense of humor in his heart: "This doesn't seem to be a smiling face..."

He gasped for a while, and then opened his mouth and said, "The third son is only 200 miles away from here. Why don't you ask first and ask again?"

Xie Guang looked blankly, looked left and right, and said solemnly, "What? What? Don't talk so lightly. I can't hear you clearly."

"Come on, say it again and let me listen..."

Su Minghai knew that he was pretending and refused to speak again. A high-level warrior, even the sound of flowers and fallen leaves flying ten feet away is in front of his ears, how can he not hear it clearly!

Xie Guang felt bored and didn't ask more questions. After waiting for another quarter of an hour, when Su Minghai's whole body relaxed with pain, Fang said:

"Ha ha, since you don't want to say it, then continue to use the punishment!"

......

After two more fingers, Su Minghai was already confused and didn't know what Mi Shao was doing. Suddenly, there were various intrigues with people in his previous life. He made a mistake and was put in prison and scolded by the prison all day long. Suddenly, he saw his dead wife, cooking rice in the kitchen, and his mouth was still nagging. Suddenly, many teenagers sat together and the sound of books... He was strong, but he also knew himself. There were hallucinations at home, but they kept a little true spirit.

In the drowsiness, there is humanity next to it:

"Is he still awake?"

Su Minghai can't hear whose voice it is. He can only judge by reason that this should be Xie Guang's speech.

"Adult, don't worry, my men are measured. He is still awake, but his mind is almost dead. He should have no pain.

"Well, this person can't be killed now. I'm afraid that the third son he said is true. If so, he has to save his life and wait for the third son to deal with it."

"Your Excellency, don't worry. In fact, there is no physical damage to him in this punishment. Now it looks like this, but the mental oppression is too much. Next, even if he is tortured again, it will be like working hard on a piece of wood, which will have no effect on him.

"That's good. Next, you will abolish his limbs and let him be a high-level genius warrior who can't use his hands and feet. It's just that he still has to look like he can't stand the punishment, and I still have to pay the third son.

"Hum! Even if he is the person the third prince wants to trap and commits such a great crime, I want him to live worse than death!"

Su Minghai listened to this and forced to open his eyes.

Although his eyes were a little vague, he saw that although his face was cold and fanatical, he did not forget to flatter Xie Guang:

"Adults love the people like children and are fearless of power. They are really worthy of the word "iron nail, and the villain admires it!"

Xie Guang was very calm and said to Mi Shao:

"What Mi Shao likes is just to use means on prisoners. There is no love for the people."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Su Minghai open his eyes and said with a sneer:

"Look at me... It's useful. Blame you for not caring about the people. Sentencing!"

Someone immediately came to open the iron ring on the iron chair, dragged Su Minghai out, bent down on the ground, and stepped on his wrists and ankles with his feet.

Mi Shao took a flat wooden stick from the side, which I don't know if it was more red or black, and there was a strange smell on it. He paused his wooden stick on the ground and said to Su Minghai:

"I'm afraid you are still a child boy, aren't you? I don't hesitate to tell you that this is one of the yin and yang * water and fire sticks. Usually, the fire sticks are soaked in men's defecation and absorb the trace of yang poison inside; this water stick is naturally immersed in the dirty blood of women all year round, and I don't know how much dy and filth they have absorbed. Hey... My lord said that you can't waste it too obviously, so I will use some strength to clear your child man's fire with this water stick.

"Ha ha, as long as a man beats this water stick, and his yang and yin are entangled, don't think about it anymore. Just wait for the flesh to slowly rot."

Then the sticks hit the muscles of Su Minghai's two forearms and calves, but the calf that broke the tibia. Because it was too swollen, Mi Shao avoided not beating. As said, although more than 20 sticks were hit in each of the three places. Under Su Minghai's inner vision, he found that all the tendons at the force had been broken and separated, and all of them had become strands of cloth-like things, but he really didn't feel any pain on his skin.