Chapter 62: Torture

"Banfan asked, you answered. One wrong answer, one point!"
My fingertips were shaking so hard that I heard him ask, "Why poison the Queen?"
"No slaves!"
He stared a moment and yelled, "Pull!"
As soon as the voice fell, the jailer next to him pulled the hemp rope to both ends, and a sudden pain came from my fingers. I screamed, "Ah-!"
"Who directed you to poison?"
His voice sounded like a ghost in my ears. I twitched in pain all over the body, but I also understood his intentions. He bit his lower lip, his mouth was bitten, and the tip of his tongue immediately tasted a salty smell. , Word by word: "No one directed, slavery, no poison!"
Pei Yuanchen looked at me, and there was a gloomy light in his eyes: "You give me strength, hard!"
When the jailers heard it, they hurried out to feed their milk. The stick was struck by a twine and made a creaking sound, and my phalanx was almost torn apart. The pain made me white and cold. Out, immediately wet his clothes.
"Say, who directed you, is it His Royal Highness, isn't he ?!"
The hemp rope has been pulled to the extreme, and even the clamps have begun to deform. My ten fingers are almost broken under such torture, and my ten fingers are connected to the heart. The pain of this heart-breaking heart makes me cramped.
"No--yes--"
After exhausting my last strength, after speaking these two words, my eyes were dark, and the whole person was like a puppet with a broken line, all of a sudden fell down, and there was no consciousness.
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But even after passing out of fainting, the kind of deep heart pain still entangled me. I don't know how long after that, I slowly recovered my consciousness from the boundless darkness.
I remember that they could n’t torture them when they saw it, and finally gave up. They dragged me back to the cell. At this moment, I was lying on the ground embarrassed, my hands were paralyzed in front of my eyes, and I could see red and swollen fingers in the dark. It was tinged with terrible bruises, and the pain was almost numb.
"what……"
Then I let out a low moan.
At this moment, in the dark cell, an old voice sounded: "Why not confess?"
who is it? Who is speaking?
I hurriedly looked up and saw the next door through the thick wooden fence. Under the dim light, a dark figure was sitting in the corner, unable to see clearly, only a pair of eyes were particularly bright.
I never noticed who was closed next door. Listening to the sound was like an old man.
Before answering, I heard him say again: "As long as you are willing to say the name the other person wants to hear, you will be protected from flesh and blood, why not say it?"
I was a little surprised: "So far, can you hear it?"
"Haha, older people have particularly good ears, haven't you heard of it?"
The other side said, while slowly moving out of the corner, the light leaked from the skylight, and sure enough, it was a gray-haired, dark-skinned old man who looked quite old and sloppy, but the pair The eyes are as bright as the finest pearls.