"Bold——!" I saw dozens of officers and soldiers led by Fu Heng and Jiang Wu rushing into the mourning hall. Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang were about to step forward to stop them, but Fu Heng already had a cold face and waved his long sword.
That Master Zhang had already had his arm nailed and was locked tightly to the chair. At this time, his arm was bleeding and he was wailing non-stop.
Mrs. Zhang was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly, but she still cursed bravely: "Who are you, servant, servant--!"
Fu Heng had no patience at all and asked directly: "Where is the girl now?"
Mrs. Zhang secretly thought, "I'm afraid these people are already dead! This group of people is scary and not easy to mess with. The people on the left and right are already dead. It's better to just say that I don't know. They are all in the coffin anyway. For a dead person, what can I do?"
What will happen to her as a living person?
It's a pity that she underestimated the person in front of her. Who is Fu Heng? He has ways to punish even the most slippery and corrupt officials in the court. She doesn't tell him, but he has many ways.
"I am the commander of the Jinyi Guards. You are suspected of murdering the family members of a high-ranking member of the court. According to the law, you should punish the nine tribes!"
What? It's actually a royal guard? Mrs. Zhang felt her eyes darken. This girl was actually the daughter of a high official. What would the Zhang family do?
Mrs. Zhang was about to cry but had no tears. Finally, she knelt down and begged with a cry: "Sir, please forgive me! You don't know something. My son died of illness a few days ago. It was that girl who took the initiative to come to my house and said she wanted to bury my son with her."
, I discussed it with the master, this girl has a deep love for my son, naturally we can't do it...ah!" Before she could say anything, Fu Heng had no patience to listen to her nonsense anymore, and he saw the tip of Fu Heng's sword.
Pointing at her throat, his tone was cold: "You only have one chance to tell the truth."
Mrs. Zhang was trembling and she looked like she was going to faint from fright.
Jiang Wu frowned. If this person fainted, wouldn't it be impossible to find out Du Yuerou's whereabouts? She stepped forward and said, "Now tell me where she is, and maybe I can spare your life."
She thought that after saying this, Mrs. Zhang would be a little looser, but Mrs. Zhang looked like she was about to break the jar. She opened her mouth and cursed: "What a thief! My son is very talented and young."
If he dies young, I am afraid that he will be lonely down there, so I will marry him a lovely wife to accompany him, what’s wrong?!”
Jiang Wu grimaced, raised his hand and slapped her: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will make you live but not die."
Mrs. Zhang saw that Jiang Wu was a little girl and was not very afraid.
Not long after the woman's coffin was sealed, she still didn't know whether she was dead or not. On the contrary, everyone in the Zhang family knew that she was going to die sooner or later. It would be better to delay it for a while and let the girl die in the coffin, so that her son could die in the coffin.
Below, there is a companion!
How could Jiang Wu not see what she was thinking? The most urgent task now is to ask her to tell the whereabouts of Du Yuerou. Jiang Wu thought for a while and saw the candlestick on the table. His heart moved, and he directly picked up the candlestick and walked to Mrs. Zhang.
In front of her, two guards in royal robes held her hands, intending to let the candlelight burn Mrs. Zhang's hands.
Jiang Wu would not be polite to her. The situation was urgent now and there was no means of torture to extract a confession, so he could only use such a simple method.
She approached Mrs. Zhang step by step with the candlestick, and her tone was relaxed and bright: "You may think that this candle cannot burn anyone at once, but what if I drop this wax oil on your eyes? Guess what you will feel when you do it?"
In fact, it won’t be particularly painful, but you will feel itchy after a short period of severe pain, but the wax can solidify in the eyes, and if you try to pick it, you won’t be able to remove it, and you may even scratch your eyes.”
"How about it, do you want to try it?"
At first, Mrs. Zhang was still a bit lucky, thinking it was impossible, until Jiang Wu really picked up the candlestick and slowly moved closer to her face!
Getting closer!
"Ahhhhh——!" Mrs. Zhang wailed and opened her eyes tremblingly, but it turned out that the wax oil had only dripped onto her face, but it still hurt.
Jiang Wu raised her lips and sneered: "I've already tasted the appetizers, and now is the main meal." As she said that, she opened Mrs. Zhang's eyelids with one hand, and actually wanted to drop wax oil into her eyes with the other hand.
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"No, ah, ah, ah, I said, I said, in the coffin, in the coffin! Coffin!" It wasn't until she shouted these words that Mrs. Zhang felt that the blood all over her body began to come alive.
Jiang Wu threw away the candlestick, and Jin Yiwei had already begun to remove the coffin. The coffin had been sealed, but it was opened quickly. Du Yuerou was soon seen lying in the coffin, but... her hands and feet were nailed.
Hammer, the lips were even blurry.
The Jinyiwei sniffed and shook his head.
Dead? Du Yuerou... died like this? She was such a proud and hard-working girl, but now she died in such an unknown manner? Jiang Wu subconsciously looked at Fu Heng, and Fu Heng walked to the coffin,
After feeling Du Yuerou's pulse, she also had a serious look on her face.
Was it still a step too late? Jiang Wu felt a cold sense of frustration in her heart. She had never realized so clearly that she was not invincible. If she could have set off for the inn earlier, if she could have stopped talking to the innkeeper.
Thinking of the snake, maybe Du Yuerou can be saved.
She walked to the coffin, and sure enough, Du Yuerou had no breath and could not feel her pulse.
She felt depressed for a while, but she also felt that something was wrong. Judging from the current time, it was not yet midnight, and activities like sewing her mouth and staring at the mallet would only occur if Du Yuerou had no fatal injuries on her body. Now
It should be hemorrhagic shock, but he still needs to be saved!
"Hurry! Carry her out and bring styptic powder?" Jiang Wu reacted suddenly, hurrying up now, maybe there is still hope, but if it continues to be delayed, it will really be hopeless.
Fortunately, someone brought styptic powder and carried the person out. The wounds on his legs and hands had been bandaged. Jiang Wu looked at the wounds and his heart sank again.
These four wounds all belong to the deep category, and two of them on the leg are so deep that the bones are visible. What's more, she is suffering from severe blood loss. Even if she is saved by luck, there is a high possibility that there will be sequelae in the future.
As for what the sequelae are, it is unknown.
The wounds on her body were quickly bandaged. The most difficult thing to deal with was the one on her mouth. Jiang Wu didn't bring a box or tools today. There wasn't even a doctor here, so she had to bite the bullet and open it with her bare hands.
Wire.
I won’t go into details about the process. It will inevitably be a little bloody. The top priority for hemorrhagic shock is to make the patient lie down, keep warm, and have good air circulation. If in modern times, an oxygen inhaler is needed, but there was no such thing in ancient times, what should we do?
"Have any of you ever learned first aid?" Jiang Wu asked the people in Jinyiwei while rubbing Du Yuerou's wrist muscles slightly.
At this time, it was Fu Heng who said: "I'll come."