Chapter 74 Power Torture Yang Jing Fan

But Yang Jing was not happy. He seemed to forget that there was someone around him who was about to live. After 20 years of depression in his heart, he couldn't help running out like a mountain torrent, but his chest was sore and tears rolled down.

After a long time, Yang Jing was slightly refreshed. Su Qianyang talked and laughed with him in a low voice, told some interesting things about the world, and relieved his boredom.

Yang Jing listened and muttered, as if thinking about some problems. Suddenly, he moved his expression and said, "Someone is coming. Turn your back!"

That's when the old prison official brought food, followed by several people with knives. Su Qianyang still shouted at Yang Jing, abusive, and his expression was no different from before.

"Papa!"

At the high speed, Su Qianyang slapped him three times on the back. Every time he patted his back, a hot stream penetrated into his body, which seemed to flow along some meridians, which was very comfortable.

Yang Jing only felt a warm current passing by on his back, but he didn't say a word.

The wardens all thought that Su Qianyang was crazy and wanted to beat Yang Jing again. They quickly drank and stopped him. Take Yang Jing out.

Yang Jing thought to himself, "Five people came this time. Obviously, they wanted to escort me out and make a painsive move. But at this time, Su Qianyang always puts true qi into his body.

There is a slight sound behind it.

Yang Jing turned around and looked back. Su Qianyang looked up at him and smiled. The speed of the big man's hands and feet made him suspect that he was just dreaming, but the three true qi flowing in his body were a living reality.

After a sound of metal friction, the door opened, and several fierce prisoners tied Yang Jing up aggressively.

A prisoner smashed bowls and plates into Yang Jing's face: "Don't you admit that you are a murderer?"

Yang Jing was shocked and naturally focused all his attention on his face. Strangely, the three true qi in his body seemed to be spiritual, from the abdomen, soles of his feet and back pillow to the face at an amazing speed.

At the same time, the dishes hit the door.

The face was hit with ant bites, but there was no severe pain.

At this time, the prison probably saw Yang Jing's relaxed appearance and the big man's voice sounded in his ear and said, "You still pretend to be painful!"

A gloomy smile next to him said, "Don't drink a toast, don't eat punishment wine, drag him to the execution room."

Two of the prisoners came up, took Yang Jing up one left and one right, and dragged him out.

When Yang Jing heard the word execution room, his soul flew away and shouted for help.

Yang Jing dragged to the deepest part of the prison road, and a prison servant pulled up an iron plate covering the ground, revealing another stone step into the lower level. The two prisoners threw, Yang Jing rolled down the steps like a personal ball, and his handcuffs and foot locks touched the stone steps and made a chaotic noise.

Three strange true qi swam in his body. Yang Jing not only did not feel pain, but also had an indescribable comfort, but he pretended that he couldn't even climb up.

A prisoner scolded, "Don't be so heavy and break his neckbone. Can you draw for him?"

A prisoner said, "This boy is very strong. Don't worry about the prison head." Go down the steps and shout, "Get up, or you will kick your turtle eggs."

Yang Jing was shocked and secretly got up without knowing whether the true qi that Su Qianyang had injected could protect such a vulnerable part. This time, it was the prisoner's turn to wait for a surprise and dumbfounded, wondering why the man could still get up.

Before they came down, Yang Jing took a peek. It turned out that he was standing in a large stone room 400 or 500 feet square. In addition to a large wooden platform and several large chairs, more than a dozen different instruments of torture were scattered in different corners and walls, creating a gloomy and horrible together. Atmosphere.

The most thrilling thing is that at the stone on the other side of the stone steps, there is a row of ten different styles of shackles arranged horizontally. Each shackle is written in scarlet. From left to right, it is "nailing the heavenly vein", "duan finger cry", "digging heart roar", " cramps and drinking", "peel crying", "unparalle knife", " Hair loss scissors, seek to die, lose soul, and die, but the name is enough to make people scared.

Yang Jing does not know that prison officials are experts in using torture, and in addition to using physical pain to make the other party submit, the most powerful weapon is psychological tactics. If Su Qianyang and other masters enter this torture room and look at its arrangement, they can detect the high level of torture, and they can't be forced to pretend to be half.

Yang Jing suddenly lifted the left and right two people like chickens from their seats and moved them to an iron frame and hung them up. All kinds of torture tools were applied to him in turn. After a while, he did not have an inch of complete skin, but in fact, the suffering he suffered was negligible, such as when a red iron branch poked in his body. The true gas imported by the big man immediately rushed there like a rescuer, forming a protective cover hidden under the cortex, so that the heat poison could not invade, and the injury was only the surface.

Every time he was asked if he would like to draw a bet, Yang Jing's head only shook.

The brass oil face was stunned, and I never thought that this fragile boy was so strong.

With one hand on his shoulder, Yang Jing was shocked and turned his head. He saw a brass-like oily face with a smile that did not match his dignity and said, "Little brother, don't panic, come on! Let's sit down and have a good talk."

Yang Jing only saw a confession-like document placed flat on the table. After preparing the pen and ink, he said easily, "Little brother, I am the most happy and straightforward man. I think you also belong to this kind of good man. I hope you don't make me see the wrong person this time."

Yang Jing looked at him blankly.

The brass oil face reached out and pressed the confession on the table and said, "Let's make a deal. As long as you sign this confession, I promise that I will treat you well until the formal arraignment. I'm old, lazy, and my heart is much softer. I don't want to spend time punishing you. I just want to hand it up quickly."

The prisoner on the left patted Yang Jing on the shoulder vigorously and put his head up and said, "Master Wu is rarely pleasant to the prisoners. You are the exception."

Yang Jing looked at the confession, and the middle part was all covered by Master Wu's big hand. He only saw the empty space with the words "prisoner Yang Jing's confession" on the right and the signature on the left. The confession was not short.

The Wu Ye laughed and moved his hand away. In the other hand, he put a copper cast book town, pressing on the gap between the confession and the painting. He seemed to be a very neat person, and the words of the book town were unbiased by the confession.

Yang Jing's heart jumped wildly and looked down to read carefully. After a while, he shouted "ah" and looked at Master Wu.

He lost his voice and shouted, not because the crime was too serious, but that the crime was too light. The original adverbial actually said good words to him, pointing out that he was weak, kind and cute, and had a very good relationship with his sister Yang Qi since childhood, so I'm afraid there would be some inside stories.

Master Wu said pleasantly, "Look! We have been doing things with conscience all our lives. How can we frame good people casually?

Yang Jing was so moved that he almost cried.

The prison servant beside him smiled and said, "Master Jin Wu took care of you so much. Why don't you sign it quickly? Let's go to dinner!"

Yang Jing nodded and took up the pen to sign.

After Yang Jing signed, the prisoners all laughed!

Yang Jing was very curious. After looking at Master Wu, he moved his eyes to the long paper town that pressed the confession. No wonder his brass oily face covered the paper with his hand, and then carefully pressed it with paper town. It turned out that he wanted to cover the overlap of the two papers. Now he was angry and shocked to know that he had been fooled!

"You! No... I'm not a murderer! No..." Yang Jing was dragged out.

In the southwest stack, Xiong Feng was carried back to the room. For a moment, the mixed yuan and the eight-step monk were sleeping soundly, and the iron flute beggar shouted: "Look, Brother Feng has passed in a coma!" All jumped up.

"Oh, I said beggar, you are so outrageous. How can you protect Brother Feng?" The eight-step monk scolded him.

"Look at his pale face, isn't he poisoned!" Hunyuan asked.

The iron flute beggar sighed and sat down in the chair and said, "It's very complicated and everything is too sudden. Bring a cup of tea first!"

The iron flute beggar frowned and said the story before and after.

Hunyuan said seriously, "The three of us will come to heal his wounds."

"Beggler, you take the blue belt position, the monk you attack the blue lion position, and I guard the blue ginger position..." The small room on the second floor of the southwest stack suddenly turned upside down!

The fourth update!