After Guan Er and Lu Jin took over the order, they went to the hunting village in Jundu Mountain and ordered more than ten masters such as Zhang Wu and Jiang Zhuzi to ride on the horses equipped by Junshan Temple. Under the guidance of Zhang Ze from Longshan Temple,
We rushed all night towards Longshan Temple.
In Longshan Temple, Jiang Zhiheng, the master of Wujiyuan, was sleeping when he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. He had to put on his clothes and get up to open the door.
At first glance, he saw that it was his confidant who was given the nickname Taoist Yueying by the masters of the world. This person was not a monk. Like Lu Jin, he was a martial artist recruited for the Wuji Academy. "Yueying" refers to his outstanding light skills.
He is good at hiding and likes to come out at night. When he fights with others, he follows them like the shadow of the moon and cannot escape.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Zhiheng asked.
Yueying said: "Master Fang, I just came back from the mountain, and the Dong Supervisory Academy pressed me again."
Jiang Zhiheng felt agitated: "It's only been two days, why is the prison so anxious? The man named Song doesn't speak, so what should we do?"
Yue Ying said: "The Dong Supervisory Academy said that if we can't find Feng Dalang tomorrow, all of us will not be able to live a good life."
Jiang Zhiheng sighed: "In that case, wake up all the brothers and have a sudden trial tonight!"
Yueying hurriedly went to arrange the arrangements, while Jiang Zhiheng walked back and forth in the small courtyard for countless times. When he saw that the wing room was ready, he went in with his hands behind his back.
Song Xiong, the monument opener, had his hands and feet tied up with soaked beef tendons and tied to a table. His upper body was naked, and there were blood and bruises on his face, shoulders, chest and back. He saw Jiang Zhiheng coming in.
, looking at each other angrily.
Jiang Zhiheng was born as a Taoist boy in the Jingtang Hall and did not know martial arts, but he had been in charge of this affairs for many years, which made him develop a ruthless character.
At this moment, seeing Song Xiong looking at him angrily, he sneered, raised his chin, and motioned for his men to be punished.
The torture instruments and methods used in the square hall are all the same ones learned from the county government schools, and there is nothing surprising about them. However, this method has been tempered for thousands of years, and it makes people miserable.
Yueying took out a hand clip, put it on with a ferocious smile, put Song Xiong's fingers in it, and said quietly: "Song, I treated you as a good man two days ago, but I really couldn't bear to use severe punishment. But tonight is different.
If you don't say anything, you will have no choice but to destroy these hands first. Don't blame me. Alas, the monument opener has such a great reputation in the world and has worked hard for decades. Are you willing to let it go? I really can't let it go...
"
Song Xiong laughed loudly: "Kill grandpa if you dare. Grandpa is a pyrotechnical layman registered in Junshan Temple. Let's see who can get it better! If you treat me like this today, I will come to my temple to settle accounts with you in the future. If grandpa
Afraid of you grandsons, I, Song Xiong, will write the character Song upside down from now on!"
Jiang Zhiheng smiled and said: "To be honest, your family's temple blessing is very impressive. I am very scared, but what can I do if I am afraid? If I don't pry open your mouth and ask where Feng Dalang is hiding, I will die like a poor man.
Since I can't get any benefits from you, I might as well let you die first, do you think this is the truth?"
Song Xiong said: "Okay, I, a little fire master, can take you, the big master of the square hall, to die together. I will die a worthy death! I am very happy!"
Jiang Zhiheng nodded: "Then give it a try. Before you die, let's see if your words are tougher than my torture instrument!"
Yueying got Jiang Zhiheng's instruction and pulled the ropes at both ends of the hand clamp outward. Song Xiong suddenly arched up in pain and bit his lips desperately, not wanting to make a sound of weakness. But with his fingers connected to his heart, it was really painful.
Unable to hold back, he finally yelled out: "Ah...fuck your eighteenth generation ancestor named Jiang...well...you will have to die..."
After holding the hand clamp twice, Song Xiong's hands and fingers were almost deformed. His tears and nose could not help but flow down, and sweat gathered in a pool on the ground, but he gritted his teeth and persisted without saying a word.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhiheng ordered to put on the soldering iron. Taoist Yueying and several other men brought over the charcoal basin that had been burned earlier. They clamped the soldering iron prepared on the charcoal basin with an iron frame and placed it on Song Xiong's chest, shoulders, and back.
It was seared five or six times until the skin was rotten and it exuded a fishy smell.
Such torture made Song Xiong faint from the pain twice, but he was doused with cold water and woke up again. He still just yelled and scolded without giving up at all.
After tossing and tossing for more than an hour, Song Xiong still didn't speak.
Jiang Zhiheng held the silk cloth in his hand, covering his mouth and nose while frowning and thinking.
Then I heard Taoist Yueying approaching: "Master Fang, I'm afraid it will be useless if we continue this. This guy's mouth is too tight, he is indeed a man."
"Then what do you think we should do?" Jiang Zhiheng removed a hole in the silk cloth and blocked his mouth and nose after saying this - the smell was so bad that Song Xiong was incontinent from the pain.
Yueying pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "When I was wandering around the world, I saw many heroes like this. The more heroic a man is, the more afraid he is of losing his glory. From the perspective of a villain, it is better to cut his balls..."
Jiang Zhiheng couldn't help but tremble, and glanced at Taoist Yueying: "You know how to do it?"
Yueying squinted her eyes and recalled: "If it were someone else, it really couldn't be done. I'm afraid he would die if he tried it. But when the villain was traveling in the world, he once learned from a father-in-law. Don't worry, Master, no one will be killed."
Jiang Zhiheng felt sick for a while, but also a little curious: "Then try it, I tell you, he will never let him die!"
"Hey, Master Fang is just relieved that my skills will never die!" Taoist Yueying said, taking out a small crescent-shaped dagger from his boot sheath, he came to Song Xiong with a smile, knelt down and said, "Song
Hero, I can’t tell you, I’m going to practice with you today.”
Song Xiong's eyes widened in anger and he yelled: "Beast! You will not die a good death!"
Yueying put her mouth close to Song Xiong's ear, bit his earlobe, and whispered softly: "Song Xiong, don't be afraid, it will be over with a little patience. Only after it is cut, you will find that there is nothing more fun in life than this! Hehe
." After saying that, he stuck out his tongue and licked Song Xiong's ear. He didn't mind the blood and sweat stains next to Song Xiong's ear. He pursed his lips and tasted it, looking intoxicated and enjoying it very much.
Song Xiong closed his eyes and said nothing, his whole body trembling. Taoist Yueying opened Song Xiong's pants, stared at his crotch for a long time with his eyes intoxicated, and kept clicking his tongue.
Jiang Zhiheng had known that this person was feminine and paranoid, but he didn't expect that when it came to this, he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. He coughed twice and urged: "Hurry up and do it."
Yueying agreed and reached out, gently rubbing Song Xiong's crotch for a moment, then turned the dagger and was about to cut upwards.
Suddenly I heard a "bang" sound from the door of the wing, and someone kicked it open from the outside. Suddenly, several big men broke in. The first one was Guan Er.
Before Jiang Zhiheng had time to react, he was slapped to the ground by Guan Er with a big mouth. He rolled twice and hit the wall before he stopped. For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between north and south.
The remaining patrols in the Fangtang were caught off guard, with several bright swords held on their necks, and they did not dare to move.
Only Taoist Yueying saw the opportunity quickly. He quickly turned behind Song Xiong, put his arms around Song Xiong's neck, pointed the dagger at his throat, and screamed: "Don't come over, I will kill him if you come over again!"