I give you soak, don’t let you sleep, put on shackles, and all kinds of tortures of "soldiers who will defeat others without fighting".
To punish and beat people is just the last resort.
Generally, it is only targeted at death row prisoners and prisoners who do not obey management.
To deal with ordinary prisoners, you can eat enough water.
The rice is like pig food, it becomes moldy and smelly, and it will be vomited if swallowed.
To torture you like this for seven days, you will be dizzy and have a pale face and a thin skin.
The prison is gloomy and the chilling yin air is blowing, and the physical fitness is deteriorating. You will definitely get seriously ill. If you don’t want to die, you have to pay the bill.
Only those masters who have the ability to live with hard bones will be shackles, heavy objects will be pressed down on their bodies, and their heads will be hung to prevent them from sleeping.
This kind of torture is more painful than not being able to eat. No matter how high your skills and energy are, you will have to call you grandpa for three days.
If you are not healthy, you will hang it to death in three days.
Zhang Wuli was outside the prison, and Dangdang knocked on the iron railing. The prisoner immediately woke up from his confusion and begged weakly:
"Master Wu, please give me some fun."
"When you forcefully insult your daughter at night, don't you feel happy?"
Zhang Wu said with a expressionless face.
The flower-picking thief was speechless and had to smile bitterly.
If I had known today, why should I be the first one?
When I was doing evil, I thought I would go to jail, but I didn’t expect that the jailer in the prison was so cruel.
It’s simply impossible to survive, but it’s impossible to die.
"Tell me the truth."
Zhang Wu said lightly:
"Mr. Wang used 1,000 taels of silver. He asked you not to die well in prison. Since we have collected the money, we have to serve the customers to the end and we still have professional qualities."
“…”
The flower-picking thief was frightened and felt that wanting to die was a luxury.
I have been sentenced to death by Qiuhou, and I am still half a year away from being beheaded. This is just a simple chain hanging head. God knows how cruel punishment there will be waiting for me.
The man in prison was so miserable a few days ago. He was covered in pus and his body was rotten. He was even more terrifying than a zombie. He was still hung up even if he tortured that way.
The flower picker said in fear:
"Mr. Wu, I have a house at No. 290 outside Xuanhe Gate in the south of the city. The land deed is in the house, and there are stolen three thousand taels of silver hidden under the kang."
"There is also a wonderful body technique stole from the ancient tomb. Compared with my body technique in the world, all kinds of light skills in the world are rubbish."
"You have practiced, Master Wu, and you will be invincible in the world!"
The flower-picking thief's face was half rotten, and his yellow teeth were exposed, and his face was full of pleasing.
Zhang Wu frowned.
"Since you are invincible in the world, why are you still arrested?"
The flower picker quickly explained:
"I was already thirty-six when I got this body, and I was over my prime. Besides, this skill was too mysterious. I wanted to study the Eight Trigrams of Zhouyi. I couldn't read one of the big words, so I barely asked the teacher to speak, and only practiced three things.
You can fly over the eaves and walls in a month. With your talent, Wu Ye, you will definitely not be buried."
"So amazing?"
Zhang Wu asked in a state of emotion:
"What does this craft call?"
"Dayu Step."
"Good name!"
With a thumbs up, Zhang Wu went into prison to take down the thick chain that had its head hanging from the flower thief, then untied the iron chain that tied his hands and feet and said:
"I will give you a chance to die quickly later. Whether you can seize it depends on yourself."
The flower-picking thief was excited and opened his sharp yellow teeth.
"Master Wu, please look at it."
...
It's noon.
Zhang Wu was carrying the poke to the prisoners and shared his meals. He turned his head and saw the servants from Shuntian Mansion returning to prison.
The farmer was dying, his prison uniform was beaten to pieces, covered in black and blood, and was taken back by two detectives.
Behind him, an arrogant dandy with a greasy and pink face, walking in a sloppy manner, without any straight face, coming to prison was like watching the scenery, which was easier than going home.
The leading officer complained:
"President Cheng Lao, you are not doing this very well."
Cheng Gouke politely greeted him.
"It's not that my brother is unwilling to help, but we really have to raise the jail to rectify the prison. The jailer is only responsible for warding off the prisoners and ignore the rest."
The leading officer opened his mouth, obviously knowing that Han Jiang is not easy to mess with, so he could only hand over the person in shame and turn around and leave.
"This farmer is imprisoned to prison No. 26, and Mr. Chang No. 27."
After Cheng Gou gave the order, he lowered his head and said:
"Young Master Chang, please, the road in the prison is a little slippery, please be careful."
Chang Yuan didn't even look at the prisoners at once, and walked towards the heavy punishment area under the stars and the moon.
Before everyone could walk a few steps, Zhou Tiezhu caught up and lowered his voice and said:
"The mighty general is here."
"Um?"
Cheng Gou was shocked.
He knew that Zhang Wu must take action, and everyone in the prison was looking forward to this moment.
After a long period of resentment and suppression, you will always get angry.
Who doesn't have justice?
It's just a defeat to reality.
He wanted to keep people out, but he had no courage, so he waved his hand and let Tiezhu put them in.
Zhang Wu took a look and continued to share the meal silently.
The mighty general came to prison and scolded his son a few words. Seeing that he had nothing to do, he asked Cheng Gou coldly:
"Last night I asked someone to kill this farmer, why did you stop me?"
All the prison guards around changed color.
This mighty general is really—
Lawless!
Cheng Gou said with a tough bullet:
"Return to the general, killing prisoners is a death sentence. If you die in prison, you can't afford to take it."
"I think you are not afraid of not being able to afford it, but you look down on me, Chang!"
The mighty general sneered, glanced at everyone and warned:
"If my son has problems in prison, you can't think of life!"
“Yes yes.”
Cheng Gou bowed and nodded repeatedly.
The other jailers also remained silent and did not dare to frown.
At this moment, Zhang Wu, who was sharing the meal, passed by the prison door and asked respectfully:
"Young Master Chang, do you want to have a meal?"
"Nonsense, I've been hungry all morning, how can I not use it?"
Chang Yuan was so upset that he was scolded by his own father, so he was naturally not angry.
The mighty general also glanced at the young man indifferently.
Zhang Wu took out a clean large bowl and filled it with the millet.
Then he came to the prison with the food box, took out the fragrant roast chicken from the bottom of the bucket, three plates of steaming dishes, and a large bowl of white rice, and put them in the prison.
Chang Yuan was furious.
"You give me the scoop of the young master and the roast chicken?"
"Don't eat it if you can't afford it."
The extremely contemptuous voice of the flower-picking thief came from the prison.
"you……"
Changyuan was furious.
The mighty general showed murderous intent.
"You, you have the guts to kill me. If you don't have guts, you'll shut up."
The voice of the flower-picking thief was becoming more arrogant and contemptuous.
Chang Yuan was furious and rushed to the crown.
His prison door was not locked, and he rushed out straight and kicked the flower-picking thief who was leaning against the iron railing and gnawing chicken legs.
"ah--!!"
The shocking screams resounded throughout the prison.
The flower-picking thief grabbed Chang Yuan's collar, opened his yellow teeth and bit his throat hard!
Scarlet and fiery blood splattered everyone's faces.
The flower-picking thief was like an evil ghost, spitting out a large piece of flesh and blood in his mouth and grinning.
"It's worth it if you have multiple cushions in the broken-headed rice!"