As Zhang Wu's eyes stopped flashing strange light, the hunchback Luoguo suddenly became demented, his face returned to normal, he got up and walked towards the kitchen, not conscious of what had just happened.
Zhang Wu picked up the dishes and dishes used by the two, fetched a bucket of water from the well in the yard, washed it himself, and put it back in the kitchen.
The dishes that everyone used in the past were all maids sent by the noble officials. Zhang Wu didn’t need to do it, but today’s special.
When you come out and get along, the details determine success or failure, especially if you are surrounded by human spirits.
The secret spies in the custody department were able to get into the Heavenly Prison, but it was impossible for the chefs who cooked in the prison, the servants who did dishes and do odd jobs, and even the two arrogant officials were all portrayed by the Liu Family Film Guard.
Zhang Wu did not let them go out of prison, and he also had this suspicion.
Otherwise, the two of them would come to jail and dare to be so arrogant and get a bunch of people in to serve them, which is inconsistent with common sense.
Putting the bowl back into the kitchen, Zhang Wu made half a plate of dishes, stewed it on the white rice, held the bowl, and walked into the torture room.
The old farmer still glared at him.
The unspeakable perseverance on the face of vicissitudes of life.
But at some point, the rags in my mouth were stained with red blood.
Zhang Wu put down the bowl and gently put the pulse of the old farmer's right wrist, and his eyebrows were twisted into a ball.
The internal organs were shattered by a hidden force. The appearance seemed to be fine, but in fact, it would not take any punishment and not be punished and would not last seven days.
The blood on the rag was all the blood foam from the old farmer's mouth.
Zhang Wu sighed in his heart.
Since ancient times, many chivalrous people in the world have voluntarily sent their lives to those who are kind-hearted and ambitious who plead for the people, and have placed things they have no courage to do on them. Now Zhang Wu has also had such an impulse.
After taking off the rag from the other party's mouth, the old farmer immediately sprayed out a mouthful of blood foam.
"Dog clerk!"
"You will not die well if you wait for the lackeys of Yongchang Country."
“…”
The old farmer cursed for a while, and saw that the prison guard ignored him, but just stood behind him and pressed his hands against his back. A heat made him feel very warm. The old farmer slowly felt that it was boring to curse and stopped talking.
After a while, Zhang Wu finished his work and exhaled a long breath and persuaded:
"Old man, have some food and keep your body healthy to continue your career."
The old farmer was stunned and looked at Zhang Wu in disbelief.
"Old man, you should know the sick man. He and I are colleagues, but we don't have the courage to go out of the city to join the rebel army. We can only buy some food and let him take it to you, so we can do our best."
"Are you kidnapped?"
The old farmer asked in a daze.
"I am."
Zhang Wu nodded.
Cheng Gou should behave properly. Everyone in the prison asked him to bring food to the rebel army, so of course he would like to introduce everyone.
The old farmer's eyes eased, and then bursts of pain appeared.
"I didn't listen to my advice, and it hurt everyone."
More than two thousand rebels were wiped out, and as the leader, it was hard to blame.
Zhang Wu picked up a bite of the dish and put it to the other party's mouth and persuaded:
"If you don't want to harm more people, you'd better have a full meal and keep a good body in mind, and don't let everyone worry about you."
The old farmer shook his head and refused, and had no intention of eating at all. It was not until Zhang Wu repeatedly persuaded him that he could barely take a few bites.
...
There are only three prisoners in prison, and Zhang Wu and the hunchback are very worry-free.
After the meal was divided, the two of them lay on the grass in the yard and bask in the sun.
"The imperial guards shouldn't come this afternoon, right?"
Luo Guo squinted his eyes slightly, enjoying the warm sunshine, his face full of hope, and he did not want the old farmer to be tortured.
"Who knows?"
Zhang Wu deliberately complained:
"Old Sun is really interesting. He will disappear whenever there is something to do, leaving us to the blame."
"Post Sun is not that kind of person."
Hunchbacked the blame to defend Sun Gang.
Zhang Wu glanced at him sideways, stopped talking, and got up and walked towards the toilet.
Qi training pill can affect people's hearts, but everything is normal and your behaviors will not be affected in any way, unless Zhang Wugou uses medicine to secretly control him.
In the pit, he opened the secret wall and took out a bottle of putty powder from the bag. Zhang Wu wiped it on his face.
Half an hour later.
He left the toilet and was about to go back to the prison to patrol the prison. When he entered the door, he saw the leader of the imperial guards being tortured to the old farmer.
He stood hunched and stolen outside the torture room, with a few whip marks on his body.
The leader saw Zhang Wu turn in, without saying a word, and then he whipped his face coldly.
"You are not even able to punish the untouchables, you are useless!"
Zhang Wu did not look up, but just pretended to be miserable and stood outside the torture room with the hunchback.
The leader of the imperial guard snorted coldly and returned to the torture room to torture the old farmer with various tortures.
Tear the whip, put on a soldering iron, use a clip... It took a short while to make the old farmer look unpopular.
But during the torture process, the old farmer just suffered, no matter how painful it was, he didn't say a word.
Until the leader of the Imperial Army was a little tired, he spat out blood and scolded:
"running dog!"
There was a silence in the torture room.
At this moment, Zhang Wu suddenly felt that the old farmer was not like the old farmer, but rather like the leader trapped in the enemy camp and was persecuted.
Even though you know you will die, you will scold you.
Perhaps from the moment of the uprising, he had expected death, but he was still determined to fight for the final struggle with sacrifice.
Don’t ask for glory to die, but just to arouse more people’s passion.
The leader of the Imperial Guard changed his face, and he turned blue and white, but he did not take action any more.
"Look at him, you two will be buried with you together if you die."
After saying that, he swung his whip and left coldly.
He walked forward and hunched his back and quickly applied medicine to the old farmer to prevent the wound from worsening.
After some busy schedule, the sun sets and the sky is getting dark.
Tonight's prison was particularly quiet, the prison was empty and the yard was deserted.
Until the moon rose and gave the two officials a midnight snack, the chef left, closed the gate of the prison, and said hunched on the blame:
"Let's take turns to watch tonight. You guard the front and I guard the back and the middle of the night."
"Can."
Zhang Wu nodded, his eyes flashing, which made the hunchbacked Luo Guo faint on the ground with his eyes rolling.
He carried him to the class room, kneaded his back for a while, and let Luo Guo's back flatten.
Then, the thin fingernails vibrate at high speed like cicada wings, trimming their hair on the hunchback.
Until he becomes the same length as himself and looks exactly the same hairstyle as himself, then take out his human skin mask from his arms and put it on his face with a hunchback.
Finally, the clothes on his body were exchanged... the hunchback turned into a kidnapper.
In order to be safe enough, Zhang Wu took out another bottle of Ma Fei Powder and poured it into his mouth, ensuring that he would never wake up tonight.
And he himself picked up the crocodile cutters that he had prepared early, trimmed his hair until he turned into a shiny and big bald head.
I went to the toilet and took out the plain clothes I had prepared early from the secret compartment and wore them on my body.
When Zhang Wu came out of the inside, his face turned into a solemn old monk with a solemn appearance, his eyebrows were drooping, his hands folded and he sang: