Chapter 100:

Ah An felt that the pain in his body had reached the limit that his body could bear, but the next wave of torture often let him know that he was wrong again.
He couldn't even control the muscles in his throat and made some short sounds of unknown meaning.
But he didn't open his mouth to beg for mercy. The lesson engraved in his bones told him that begging for mercy was useless at this time, and it was a waste of energy.
Can only bear it, whether it can bear it or not.
The woman in front of him who was torturing him was not a few years older than him.
But like the master, he has a wealth of torture experience and can create the greatest pain in the human body with the least injury.
She has no waves on her face, cold and merciless,
Repeatedly tortured his body.
This is the worst case. A An thought in her heart.
For a Deadpool, if he can't kill himself in time after falling into the opponent's hand, then he also hopes to die earlier.
The most terrifying thing is to fall into the hands of such a professional enemy like this.
He will make you tortured, and make you want to die, you can only torment and endure repeatedly in endless pain, begging for death to come soon.
In order to prevent them from being easily forced to confess by the enemy after being captured alive.
From a young age, the master personally punished them when they did something wrong.
Let their bodies tolerate pain and get used to pain.
This kind of punishment is not only physical torture, but even mental torture.
Once, he missed, but the master Jie did nothing but handed him a small glass of wine.
That glass of wine made him see the real hell.
Since then, he has never made a mistake again, never missed a hand.
Maybe I should be thankful that this person is just torturing my body. A wry smile cracked from the corner of A'an's mouth.
"That's right, I can still laugh. I'm too kind, can't you compare to the Jie-sama from Song State?"
The young woman stretched out fingers, pinched his chin, and forced him to raise his head.
"It seems I want to be more serious." The expressionless demon said indifferently.
Ah An closed his eyes.
At this time, he heard a strange sound of bones,
It took him a moment to realize that it was the sound of a wheelchair rolling over the uneven stone floor in the prison.
"Girl A Jia, you are merciful. The lord said that the trial is no longer necessary."
"I want to ask him some personal matters, and I hope the girl will make it easier."
"..."
Ah An vaguely heard a gentle male voice speaking, during which a few cold words from the woman were mixed.
Later, someone removed him from the suspended state, routinely hemostatic bandaged the wound, and dragged him back to his cell.
Gu Lulu's voice stopped in front of him.
A An reluctantly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a wooden wheelchair with a man sitting in the wheelchair.
The man held a pottery bowl containing some unexplained soup. He bent down, his soft, wide sleeves hung on the dirty floor, and placed the bowl before his eyes.
What does it mean? In the end, I will be given a mess of medicine. Ah An felt that her almost non-existent heart suddenly felt sad.
Still, this torture is inevitable.
He didn't resist, and even took the initiative to reluctantly lift his head to the side of the bowl and drank the bitter medicinal soup in one gulp.
He knows that resistance is meaningless, and the more obedient and stupid, the less interested in torture by others.
"This is medicine, good for your injury." The gentle voice of the man sounded.
A'an lay on the ground with his eyes closed, he didn't have the strength to distinguish the purpose of this man.
But his body didn't seem to have any special reaction. The heat-carrying liquid entered his empty stomach, which made him feel better.
"Can you tell me about Ayang?" The voice sounded again.
A'an opened his eyes weakly and glanced at the person in the wheelchair.
This person is called Zhou Zixi.
That idiot Yang died for this person.
It turns out that he also remembers Ayang.
"About her, anything is fine. I want to know her past." Zhou Zixi looked at the prisoner lying on the ground, "As long as you say, I will ask the lord to stop the torture of you."
A full moon rose into the night sky, shone into the dark cell through the window bars.
Grazed the knees on the wheelchair and spilled on the wounded prisoner.
Maybe it's because of pain for too long, expecting to catch a breath, or for other reasons.
After a while, a hoarse and low voice sounded in the cell.
"When I was very young, Ayang and I were in the same group. There were 20 children in our group at the beginning, and only Ayang and I grew up alive."
...
A Jia stood at the desk of Cheng Qianye,
"Well, Zixi pleaded with me, and I promised him." Cheng Qianye buried her head in the case and didn't look up. "As long as you know that it is the assassin of Song State, it is enough. I will ask them to settle the account sooner or later."
A Jia did not speak.
Cheng Qianye glanced at her: "What's the matter?"
"But those assassins may still be lurking in the city." A Jia said.
"After all this time, even if you pry open his mouth, the information you ask is probably useless." Cheng Qianye replied disapprovingly.
Even if the Lord's heart is soft, even Master Zhou is like this. An assassin who wanted to take his life, he even pleaded for him, it was really the kindness of a woman. A Jia slandered in his heart.
"Since there are assassins in the city, A Jia, you will stay with Master Zhou during this time." Cheng Qianye stopped writing and looked up at A Jia, "Master Zhou is responsible for the implementation of the New Deal. He is very diligent. He often visits the countryside. , To examine the situation of the people. He has inconvenient legs and feet. If there is no trusted person by his side, I am not at ease."
A Jia had no words, clasped his fists to lead.
Cheng Qianye put down the pen and looked at her up and down: "You don't want to?"
Subconsciously touched his face, A Jia thought in surprise,
Was it seen by the lord again? Am I really regressing? Without the master's supervision, I can't hide even the most basic emotions now?
In fact, she wished she could pull out a bronze mirror to take a look at her current expression and see what was wrong.
Cheng Qianye couldn't help feeling a little funny looking at the bright green jade in front of him.
She looked dull on her face, and the emotions in her heart were very active, fluctuating one after another.
"Don't you like Master Zhou?" Cheng Qianye said with a smile, "A Jia, you don't have to hide yourself. If you have any ideas, you can just say it."
"I...I don't." A Jia stuttered rarely, "I am a dead waiter, and the lord's command is what I think."
Cheng Qianye put aside the pen, beckoned, and let A Jia get closer to him: "My order is that you don't have to suppress yourself and tell what you think."
A Jia's eyes rolled back and forth, and suddenly he didn't know what kind of expression he should maintain.
"Master Zhou... is too generous. Me, I am a little uncomfortable." Finally she decided to speak.
Once she opened her mouth, she accidentally said a little too much, "He is too upright, he pays attention to ethics and teachings, and follows the words of the saint everywhere. It is simply a moral benchmark. People like me are not covered in front of him. Feel free. I used a torture on the prisoner, and he thought I was too harsh, and he and I really can't get along."
Ah, it turned out to be so refreshing to say everything in my heart.
A Jia let out a sigh, feeling that the whole sky seemed to be clearing up.
Cheng Qianye smiled and shook his head: "Okay, just stay with Zixi for a few days. We will return to Bianjing in a few days. I will find a suitable person to replace you."
...
In the dim dungeon, A'an was lying on a pile of hay.
The cell was empty and there were no people.
Since his arrest, he doesn't know how long he has been detained here. Was it one month, two months, or three months?
From the conversation of the jailer, he vaguely knew that Dogong had retreated to the grassland to the north, and that the kings of the vassal kingdom were dividing up the territory left by Dogong. Jin's army has captured many cities, and now they have occupied Fengdu all the way to the west.
The situation in the world is constantly changing.
Some countries quickly became stronger.
Some countries, like their Song State, are still weak.
But these have nothing to do with such an unknown person like him. The only thing he can care about is when he will die.
Zhou Zixi didn't lie to him. Since that time, no one has tortured him.
In the empty cell, no one asked him except for the daily jailer who brought him food and drink on time.
After a while, the sound of Gu Lulu's wheelchair will sound, and the elegant and noble senior official of Jin will come to him and chat with him about the person they know together.
Ah An unknowingly said a lot of the past, he didn't even think that there were so many memories in his boring life.
"Once I failed to complete the task, the master tied me in the house and punished me not to eat for five days. On the third night, I was so hungry that I was dizzy, and A Yang secretly threw a cake from the window, but it was crooked. , I can't reach it at all. If the master finds out, the two of us will be over. At that time, both of us were out of fright."
"Ayang almost failed on the first mission. Fortunately, I happened to pass by and cut the target's neck for her. She was so frightened that she cried. At that time, I thought this woman was really too weak. I guess she won't live long. Who knows that she lived for a long time, and everyone gradually died later, but she was still alive. Unfortunately, I was the only one left in the end. No, I don’t think it will be long."
Sometimes he talks a lot, some are Ayang's business, some are his own.
But the man who had lost his legs never interrupted him. He just sat in a wheelchair, raised his head, looked at the night sky outside the window, and listened quietly.
Sometimes Ah An didn't want to talk, so she just said something perfunctory. The man didn't blame him much, he stayed silently for a while, and the sound of the wheelchair sounded again, gradually disappearing.
That man has not been here for several days.
Ah An was lying on the straw, looking at the damp ceiling.
The wound on his body has been treated by the doctor and it has healed a lot.
Someone brought food on time every day, and it didn't make him hungry.
He suddenly felt that he had never had such a quiet day.
If it weren't for the enemy's prison, he would even think it's good to be like this all the time.
When the jailer who delivered the food stuffed the food through the gap in the iron gate as usual,
A-an heard a few subtle knocks.
His skin tightened instantly, which was a fixed sign between him and his companions.
The jailer who delivered the food had a vaguely different appearance under the low brim of his hat, and he held out his thin fingers and clicked on the bowl of food.
A-an knew what he meant, and the tampering with this food could make him immediately self-destruct.