Chapter 137 The cold wind from the soul almost froze him
It was extremely quiet in the darkroom.
The dancing horse walked slowly towards Qingxia without saying a word.
"My surname is Wu," Qingxia was a little embarrassed, "You are going to die!"
Wu Ma looked at the rack of torture instruments.
Except for leather whips and bamboo sticks, most of the guys were unfamiliar to him.
"What's the use of this thing?"
Wu Ma casually picked up an iron mask, with only two holes cut out for the eyes.
Turn the mask inside and install a dozen sharp nails around the edge.
There is a switch on both sides of the mask that allows it to be closed from both sides.
Wu Ma grabbed the front face of the mask and gestured towards Qingxia. The chill coming from the depths of his soul made him shiver.
"Oh," he endured the discomfort, looked into Qingxia's eyes, and said stiffly: "I understand, if you put the mask on your face, the nails will pierce into the flesh. Then, you can't pull it off anymore.
."
Qingxia closed her eyes, "You can give it a try."
Dancing Horse could clearly feel her long eyelashes trembling.
The dancing horse itself was trembling.
At this time, it depends on whose mental quality can last until the end.
"If you wear this thing on your face,"
Wu Ma pointed the nail side of the mask towards herself and pretended to think about it, "You won't be able to speak. It will definitely hurt to open your mouth——
I especially want to say a few more words to you."
After saying this expressionlessly, Wu Ma felt that he really had some talent for being a pervert.
He suddenly remembered what Tian Deping said when he was giving him tonic in the secret room. Now, the dancing horse is playing the role of Tian Deping.
Brother Tian, Wu Ma said in his heart, I said I would give it all to you. Today is the appetizer, please take it first.
"That's easy to handle," Qingxia said, "I won't say a word until I die today."
He put down the mask and picked up a strange-looking object from the torture rack. It was made of copper and looked like a flower. There were four blood-stained, tightly closed petals on it, and a long stick underneath.
, there is a machine bracket on the stick.
The dancing horse twisted its arms and the petals quickly opened.
Immediately afterwards, several thorns protruded from the outer edges of the petals.
"Blooming pear!"
Wu Ma quickly recognized this instrument of torture and couldn't help but open his mouth, "Who are the people in Jinyang County Prison?"
This instrument of torture is really famous.
It can completely represent the evil of the old society, the cancer of the old society, and the malice and destruction of female compatriots by the old society.
Wu Ma thought that after solving Qingxia's matter, he must ask the sergeant where these messy torture instruments came from.
These feudal remnants must be confiscated and hidden, so as to prevent the province from tormenting the people and killing women.
But...for now.
It's really useful for scaring people.
"Have you seen this thing?"
Wu Ma picked up the flower pear, grabbed the stick underneath and shook it towards Qingxia.
Qingxia still had her eyes closed, but her face became even paler.
"Let me tell you how to use it,"
The dancing horse presses the mechanism above, and the petals open and close, making a "swishing" sound, like someone sweeping a tomb in the middle of the night.
"This thing is used for..."
Wu Ma pointed Hua Li's hand at Qingxia, "...you should understand."
Qingxia's face had completely lost all color.
A biting cold wind swept through Dancing Horse's soul, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Wu Ma is very sure that if he keeps doing this, he won't have to wait until Qingxia is punished, and he will appear to be done with it.
Just kidding, I'm not that easy to scare.
Wu Ma thought, tightly grasping Hua Li's stick and reaching towards Qingxia, "Look, if I press this mechanism, I can make it..."
"enough!"
Qingxia finally opened her eyes, her eyes filled with fear, "Why are you doing this to me?
I am a Turkic spy, but—I was able to kill you several times! I didn’t do it."
The dancing horse quickly stopped reaching out, and the flowering pear stopped in mid-air.
There should be no secrets revealed.
Dancing Horse breathed a sigh of relief. The cold wind coming from his soul almost froze him.