Duan Tianming took the monk with him, walked around seven times, and entered the punishment department.
After asking the guard, he found out that Xiao Chen was in the cell where Ma Yunshan was imprisoned, so he took the monk and walked into the prison.
When the monk walked into the Penal Department, he was already in a state of confusion.
When I walked into the prison of the Criminal Department and heard the screams of ghosts and wolves howling inside, my heart became even more chaotic.
Ma Yunshan's current treatment is the "dead skin removal" invented by Du Shaoqin.
Adults have a thick layer of dead skin on their feet.
Under normal circumstances, if you soak your feet in hot water and then scrape off the dead skin on your feet, your entire feet will seem to breathe easier and feel refreshed.
Du Shaoqin's "dead skin removal" does not require hot water soaking and removes more than just dead skin.
Instead, use a rough stone to rub the soles of your feet vigorously until all the dead and new skin is rubbed away, revealing the bloody muscles inside.
Then bring a basin of warm water, sprinkle salt in it, and soak your feet in it.
As the name suggests, "sterilize and stop bleeding".
In the cell at this moment, Ma Yuanshan's feet were firmly fixed, his mouth wide open, his whole body twisting and roaring loudly.
Du Shaoqin straightened up, looked at the opponent's bloody feet, nodded with satisfaction, and threw the rough stone in his hand that was stained red with blood into the corner.
"Are you done with this dead skin?" Xiao Chen, who was standing next to him, looked at the stone thrown away by Du Shaoqin and asked in a low voice.
"It's over. Next, sterilize him and stop the bleeding." Du Shaoqin nodded, bent down, put his right hand into the basin next to him and stirred it a few times.
It seemed that it didn't feel right, so I grabbed another handful of coarse salt and threw it into the basin and continued to stir.
"Don't tell me, this series of dead skin removal you invented is quite considerate." Xiao Chen glanced at Ma Yunshan's painful expression and looked at Du Shaoqin with a smile.
"This Tongzhi Ma is really lucky. You can try all the ways to entertain people in Dongchang for free." While stirring the warm water, Du Shaoqin also laughed.
"Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen." Duan Tianming's voice came from outside the cell.
Immediately afterwards, two figures flashed into the cell door.
"Look, I've brought someone here for you." Duan Tianming said excitedly as he looked at Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen nodded: "Did you say that?"
"said."
"Okay." Xiao Chen moved slowly and walked in front of the monk: "How much money did you take from the King of Han?"
The monk was stunned: "King of Han? How can a poor monk like this wandering monk take money from the King of Han?"
After entering the prison, the monk began to think about the next step.
The reason why the other party was able to arrest me and put him in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment must be because his words to persuade Butcher Zhang to put down his butcher knife showed a flaw.
If he does it, the King of Han will not let him go.
If you try your best to defend yourself, you might be able to escape unscathed.
"Don't tell? I'll give you a stick of incense to think about it carefully. There are two options, either tell or die." Xiao Chen turned around, stopped talking to the monk, and watched Du Shaoqin talking there with interest.
brine.
Xiao Chen didn't bother to argue with this kind of person who was just talking about eating and drinking.
Du Shaoqin was also very professional. Even when Duan Tianming brought people in, he did not even raise his head and was always concentrating on adjusting the concentration of salt water.
Salt water that is too light will not stimulate the flesh and blood enough and will reduce the level of pain.
The salt water is too thick, and the moment your feet enter the water, you will feel pain as if it is stabbing your heart. However, excessive pain will make people unconscious and unable to continue to enjoy this kind of treatment.
With just the right concentration, your feet will feel burning pain, but it won't sting your heart, causing you to faint. Besides the pain, it also has the kind of itch like thousands of ants eating your heart.
For Mayunshan, it is a high-standard "enjoyment".
As if he felt that the concentration of the salt water was almost there, Du Shaoqin straightened up, held the water basin, and walked towards Mayun Mountain.
"No, no, don't. Xiao Chen, please kill me and stop torturing me."
Ma Yunshan stared at the basin and struggled desperately.
The head shook like a rattle, and the hair was messy, swinging in a disorderly manner as the head shook.
Without the visible expression, trembling voice, and twitching body, one can easily imagine the fear in his heart.
"As a fellow commander of the Jinyiwei, my official position is much higher than mine. How can I kill you casually? If I want to kill you, the emperor will order you to be killed. As for this kind of treatment, you tried every means to ask for it from Dongchang, and you won't give it.
How can I tolerate you?"
Looking at Ma Yunshan, Xiao Chen said very relaxedly.
While he was talking, Du Shaoqin's water basin was already placed on the ground. He grabbed Ma Yunshan's feet and pressed them hard into the water basin.
"Ah...ah..." Ma Yunshan's screams echoed throughout the cell again.
The monk here's legs were weak and he couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground.
He just saw it really clearly.
Ma Yunshan's feet had completely lost their skin, and were just a blur of flesh and blood. They were suddenly stuffed into salt water, and just thinking about it could make people faint.
The pain in his feet was like pins and needles, and the itching in his heart was like being bitten by thousands of ants, which made Ma Yunshan want to die immediately.
My feet were straining hard, trying to get out of the salt water.
However, Du Shangqin's big hands were like pliers, tightly grasping his feet and pressing them against the pelvic floor. No matter how much he struggled, it was of no avail.
"Xiao Chen, you are not a human being, you are a devil. You will not die a good death."
With his eyes closed tightly, Ma Yunshan cursed and howled loudly.
"If you scold me, can't you be a little creative? Come here, I'm not a human being. My ears get calluses when I hear it."
Looking at Ma Yunshan, Xiao Chen opened his mouth and yawned.
The torches on the wall were flickering with light, and time was passing by little by little. The salt water in the basin was gradually dyed red with blood, and the rotten flesh of Ma Yunshan's feet was completely corroded by the salt water and turned white.
Duan Tianming on the side looked at Ma Yunshan's feet and couldn't help but grin.
"On the day of the execution, his feet were like this. He might not be able to walk."
"As the most distinguished guest of Dongchang at present, how can we let Ma Tongzhi walk in person and drag him to the execution ground?"
With that said, Xiao Chen turned around and looked at the trembling monk behind him, with cold sweat on his face: "Have you considered it?"
"Do you torture everyone like this?" With dull eyes, the monk looked straight at Ma Yunshan, as if he was the one being tortured.
"No," Xiao Chen shook his head, "If you don't have a certain level, you can't enjoy this kind of treatment."
"Oh." The monk gave a loud kick, "Does that mean you won't do this to me?"
"If you tell your behind-the-scenes instructions, you won't have to suffer. Dongchang will take care of the popular ones. If you don't tell them, you'll have your head chopped off with a knife, and you won't have to suffer."
"I said, I said, I said anything." The monk's knees softened and he knelt down in front of Xiao Chen.
"Did the King of Han instruct you to do this?"
"yes."
The corners of Xiao Chen's mouth were slightly raised, with a winner's smile on his face.
"If necessary, are you willing to stand up as a witness?" Xiao Chen asked again.
"I do." Kneeling on the ground, the monk slowly lowered his head.
Xiao Chen took a step forward and held the monk's shoulders with both hands: "This is the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. The ground is wet. Master, how can you kneel on the ground? Get up quickly, get up quickly."
The monk was startled and couldn't believe his ears.
Did you hear it right? He actually called himself master? Moreover, he said that the ground was wet and you couldn't kneel on it.
Duan Tianming, who was standing next to him, was already used to Xiao Chen's sudden change of expression.
He looked at the monk and said calmly: "He is a man who can cut a fleeing enemy in half with one knife. He is also our superior. If he tells you to get up, just get up."
Hearing Duan Tianming say the same thing, the monk was sure that he had heard correctly. He put his hands on the ground and stood up tremblingly.
Stretching out his right hand and patting the dust on the monk's knees, Xiao Chen said with a smile on his face: "Master, how many of you are active in the capital."
"About thirty."
"Are they all monks?"
"No," the monk shook his head, "most of them are monks, but there are also ordinary people who shave their heads and pretend to be monks."
"Is it okay to directly accept the order from the King of Han?"
"The shopkeeper of a grocery store in the suburbs of Beijing is a close confidant of the King of Han. He is responsible for planning this public opinion creation."
"Master, does he know the exact location of this grocery store?"
"Know."
"Take me with you to meet this opinion maker of the King of Han?" Xiao Chen had a very kind smile on his face.
