"Wow", a ladle of bitterly cold well water was poured on Ma Yunshan's head.
It wet his hair, washed away the blood on his face, poured down his neck into his chest, flowed through his abdomen, and got into his trouser legs.
Not long after, traces of light red blood slowly overflowed from the two toes that were on the ground, forming a small stream on the ground, winding like earthworms, until it reached Du Shaoqin's feet.
Ma Yunshan's tightly closed eyes moved slightly, and they seemed to open up a few times with great effort, and finally squeezed out a crack.
The clean well water that had not yet fallen off the eyelids formed two translucent water drops as the upper and lower eyelids separated, hanging in front of Ma Yunshan's eyeballs.
After a blur, Ma Yunshan's thinking recovered a little, and he tried hard to see the things in front of him clearly.
Suddenly, he was like a frightened wild donkey, pouting his buttocks back, trying to retreat.
But the two arms tied to the legs of the bed grabbed his body, making his wish to escape instantly come to nothing.
"Don't come over, don't come over." Ma Yunshan roared loudly, shaking his body desperately and making the bed frame creak again.
The translucent water droplets in front of his eyes made Du Shaoqin's eyes magnified infinitely as he came over to look.
Ma Yunshan only saw two eyes the size of a bull's head, with large white eyes rolling back, approaching him like gods descending from the earth.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Du Shaoqin chuckled, turned around and scooped up a ladle of cold water from the bucket beside him, and poured it on Ma Yunshan's face.
This scoop of water washed away the remaining blood on Ma Yunshan's face, and completely brought him back to reality from the hazy state in which he had just regained consciousness.
The skin and flesh on the face that had been torn open by the long whip were washed away by the cold water to wash away the blood and remaining chili powder, revealing a pale color immediately.
It seems that it is not human flesh, but a steamed bun that has been steamed in a steamer for too long and cracked.
As his mind cleared, the tingling sensation all over his body almost filled Ma Yunshan's brain to the point of bursting. The pain in his fingertips almost made him suffocate.
"Ah...ah..." Like a bison roaring, Ma Yunshan's throat once again let out a heart-rending scream.
"Hold it, hold it." Holding the water ladle in his right hand, Du Shaoqin raised his left hand and gently patted Ma Yunshan's cheek full of wounds, "You are a tough guy, and you must not let Dongchang look down on you. Silence,
Grit your teeth and persist."
Watching Ma Yunshan regain consciousness, Duan Tianming, who had been paying attention to his condition, seemed to relax and his eyelids drooped again.
He released the wine bottle hanging from his waist with his right hand, wiped a handful on his face, walked to the wall, his legs softened, and he slid down the wall, sitting on the ground.
It seemed that he couldn't bear the drowsiness. He narrowed his eyes to a slit, tilted his head, fumbled for the wine bottle from his waist, and poured a sip into his mouth.
"I'm really sleepy. Just take it easy and don't kill him. I'll take a nap for a while."
Before Du Shaoqin could reply, the wine bottle in his hand had been thrown to the ground and fell sideways on the floor of the cell, snoring everywhere.
"Kill me, you guys kill me." Ma Yunshan couldn't listen to Du Shaoqin's persuasion at all and roared loudly.
Whatever tough guy, whatever dignity, go to hell.
This kind of bone-piercing, heart-wrenching pain is more painful than death. Compared with this kind of pain, death is such a comfortable thing.
"Don't, don't. You have finally climbed up to the position of commander of the Jinyiwei. You haven't started to enjoy the blessings yet, so you can't die easily." Du Shangqin comforted in a low voice, bent down, and picked up the long whip that was thrown on the ground.
The slightly deformed wooden handle of the long whip was soaked in blood. The jet-black blood, together with a few pieces of chili foam, stuck to the handle, as if it was picked up from a garbage dump. It was very disgusting.
Du Shaoqin grinned in disgust and shook his whip hard against the ground several times until the "dirty" things on it were shaken off. Then he looked up at Ma Yunshan, who had his mouth wide open, his throat surging, and howling loudly.
"Kill me, please, kill me. I will be a cow or a horse for you in the next life. I just ask you to kill me." Staring directly at Du Shaoqin in front of him, Ma Yunshan's chest rose and fell sharply, and he gulped.
's breathing heavily.
With a "bang" sound, the handle of the long whip was stuffed horizontally into Ma Yunshan's open mouth by Du Shaoqin.
As if the feeling wasn't quite there yet, I dropped the water ladle in my hand, grabbed the leaking area from my mouth with both hands, used my waist to push hard, and pushed it in.
It wasn't until Ma Yunshan's mouth opened almost in a straight line, his throat was surging hard, and he could no longer shout, that he let go, clapped his hands, bent down to pick up the water ladle on the ground, and threw it into the pot next to him.
In the bucket.
"Ma Tongzhi, as the commander of Jinyiwei, you can't beg for mercy. Listen, screams are everywhere in the cell next to you. They all chose to surrender, and they have lost all our Jinyiwei people. If you also choose to surrender,
, What status does Jin Yiwei still have in the eyes of Dongchang? You are so strong, can you afford to disgrace this person?" Du Shaoqin said seriously.
"Hmm, um. Woo, woo, woo..." Biting the whip handle in his mouth, Ma Yunshan shook his head vigorously and struggled to express his meaning in inaudible words.
"Yes, that's it. If we don't speak out, no one will say you are a coward." Du Shaoqin nodded with satisfaction.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Upon hearing this, Ma Yunshan made a sound in his throat that only he could understand, and shook his head desperately.
The long whip in his mouth started to swing erratically as he shook it.
The long whip touched the body and went around in a circle. The remaining force passed through the tip of the whip and hit a wound accurately with a "snap" sound.
The excruciating pain was fueled by himself. Ma Yunshan hurriedly shook his head in panic, trying to withdraw the whip and relieve the pain.
However, the long whip wrapped around his body was close to the wound, and when he pulled it, the wound on his body was torn open again.
Lines of blood gushed out instantly.
"Don't, don't, don't, you are already injured and can't be beaten any more." Du Shaoqin, with a "distressed" look on his face, grabbed the other person's hair and pulled it down hard, causing Ma Yunshan's lower jaw to rise high.
I can no longer shake my head.
Looking around, there seemed to be nothing in the cell that was handy and heavy enough to pull Ma Yunshan's head so that it couldn't be shaken.
As a last resort, I picked up the bucket at my feet.
"This is a bucket. Don't struggle too hard. The well water inside is very cold. This dungeon is humid. If the cold water is spilled on your body, it will hurt your stomach." Du Shaoqin said "considerately" while lifting the horse up the mountain.
Her hair was wrapped around the barrel beam several times and tied into a tight knot.
From a distance, Ma Yunshan was hung up with his hands tied to the legs of the bed, and his feet were almost off the ground. His neck was tilted back, and a large bucket was hung from his hair, so that his head could no longer swing freely.
In his open mouth, he bit a long beef tendon whip covered with blood. The whip slowly drooped, and there seemed to be drops of unknown liquid slipping from the whip.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are being tortured.
Du Shaoqin next to him, with his hands on his hips, stared at Ma Yunshan, who was about to suffocate, as if he were looking at a work of art: "This is so good, you won't torture yourself anymore. Moreover, you don't have to make that miserable howl, in prison.
There were screams in other cells, but there was no sound in our cell. Everyone must be thinking that Ma Tongzhi is indeed a tough guy."
Ma Yunshan's freedom of movement has been restricted, and he can't even move his head at all.
Except for his two eyeballs that could move and his chest that was still rising and falling, he was almost indistinguishable from a dead person.
The courage in my heart that I was prepared to hold on to resist has already flown to nowhere.
If possible, he just wants to beg for mercy, even if he kneels in front of the other person, even if he calls the other person daddy, as long as he can give himself a happy ending to this unbearable and inhuman torture.
Du Shaoqin didn't know that Ma Yunshan was in such pain. Looking at his masterpiece, he turned around and walked to the piece of cloth filled with "tools" in the corner. He picked up two large rough-made pliers, compared them, and kept the slightly more "tools"
The more refined pliers came to Ma Yunshan again.
"Ma Tongzhi, you have bitten this whip in your mouth. How about we proceed directly to the second process today?"
