What I am resounding in my mind now is the smiling face of that old guy Duan Rong, and I wish I could pull him out of my head and beat him up.

But I knew I couldn't do that. Under the rough escort of the official, I was taken to the yamen death cell. The death cell was different from an ordinary prison. It was a square building made of huge rocks. The two soldiers guarding the door at the door were fierce and opened the door outside.

The chains pulled the huge iron door slowly as I slowly rose. When I passed by, I looked up at the spikes on it, but they would suddenly fall down, so that the three of us would die instantly.

It was quite quiet inside, with bonfires lighted everywhere, and the patrolling guards almost kept walking back and forth. The cells here were underground. Following the stairs to the ground, you could see various iron gate-enclosed cells with numbers on them. The scenery I saw along the way was a little dark, and a torch was inserted every three doors. The underground death row building is also quite unique. After turning several turns, I was almost fainted.

I always came to a light-free aisle. The official took the torch and pushed me into it. There were bare stone walls on both sides and puddles on the ground. It was soon there. This should be my cell. Only through a small opening on the iron gate could you see a slight bright fire inside.

"There are so many cells in front of me, why do you want me to live in this?"

The official ignored me and just took out two keys, aimed at the keyhole, opened the thick iron door, and pushed me in. When I turned around, the door slammed and closed.

"It's so dark."

I walked towards the bright spot, intending to look around with the oil lamp, but suddenly something was stepping on my feet. I looked down and saw that it was someone. I was shocked, "It turns out that there are others in the room." I raised my foot that I had just stepped on, walked to the table, and raised the oil lamp.

There were a few extinguished oil lamps on the table, but I don’t know why they didn’t light up. There was a stinking smell in the cell, and it was originally a dead cell. Don’t ask for the environment.

Holding the oil lamp, I walked to the man on the ground. An old man with a messy hair and beard was lying on the ground in a large shape. He moved his body a little, and I saw shackles locked at his wrists and ankles. The most terrifying thing was that there was a set of chains behind him.

I pushed him up and lay on my side. If he hadn't breathed, I really thought he was dead and could not wake him up with such a big noise. The clothes behind me were cut a hole, and the chains were penetrated and inserted into the flesh. The traces of sewing on the ** were awakened. I was really worried that I would tear the wound open when I was sleeping.

But looking at the scarlet blood on the clothes, they should have been torn a lot, but the wounds cracked and healed, which led to the current situation.

"I don't know that this is the big man, and he was treated like this."

I saw that he was still sleeping and tried to wake him up, but after trying many times it didn't work, I gave up. I lit other oil lamps, and the cell was slightly brighter. There were closed stone walls on all sides. Apart from the holes that exhausted the air, there were almost no traces of communication with the outside world.

The decoration inside is also very simple, with only one table, two iron benches, not even a bed. However, there is a pile of hay that can be used as a bed. Then there are five chains on the man's body, and there are five iron beast mouths on the wall, and the chains stretched out from inside are copied on him.

At this time, there was movement outside the door, "I've had a meal."

The door was knocking, and I heard the sound of a rotating skeleton from the beast's mouth, and hurriedly left the haystack and stood in a safe corner. The beast's mouth began to swallow the chain, and the person on the ground was pulled up. Since the man on the ground was still sleeping, the chain pulled him up.

The man was still sleeping like a dead pig. I saw the wound on my back cracking again. The blood soaked the prison uniform along the **. The shackles on the limbs were bleeding directly. If this continues, the man is afraid that he will be disabled. I rushed over and helped him up, and as the chain moved to the wall, the limbs were stuck in the mouths of the four beasts. The whole person was nailed to the wall like a specimen.

The door opened, but it was not the people who came in to deliver the meal, but the two figures as thin as bamboo poles. With insufficient light, they looked a bit cunning. After putting down the food box, they opened it and brought out the food inside, including meat and vegetable, white rice, plus two steamed buns, a bottle of sake and two wine glasses. It looked pretty good, the people in the dead cell were so good? Then another note was taken out.

Pressing under the plate, the puppet put away the dish of the previous dish and closed the iron door again. I was about to pick up the paper sticking down the plate, but I heard a bang, and the person hanging on the wall fell down. I glanced at him, picked up the paper stick under the plate, and stuffed it into my pocket.

Then he walked over quickly, "Are you okay?"

"Help...help me up!"

I pulled one of his arms and helped him to the table. His nose was bleeding. He reached out and wiped it, grabbed the hay next to him and wiped it on his face. He looked bloody and was about to vomit. He saw the food and food on the table and said in surprise, "What's going on? Are you going to the execution ground?"

I said, "Eat it, it's okay."

His eyes fell on me, "Why is there another person? Who are you?"

I said, "I'm the next name, Shi Xiao, and I've met seniors."

He wiped his beard, obviously not interested in me, so he grabbed the wine bottle on the table and blew it on the bottle. This mouthful probably drank one-third of the entire wine bottle. The size of the wine bottle is as big as the three modern thermos cups. "Tsk... I haven't drunk a long time ago, do you want to do some?"

I looked at the blood on the mouth of the wine bottle, held back the expression of disgust, shook my head calmly. He muttered, "Oh, since no one drinks it, I can only solve it reluctantly."

He took another sip, and this time he drank in small sips. He put down the bottle and picked up the chopsticks to eat. I sat opposite him and picked up a bowl of rice. The food on the table was pretty good, three vegetarian and one meaty, and the color was tempting. The man on the table was still so sloppy, so I only picked up the plate of vegetarian dishes in front of me.

When I ate the rice and had sex, I put down the bowls and chopsticks and went to the corner to rest. The man was drunk while drinking and eating vegetables for a while. I tried to wake him up, but there was no response. I went back to the corner, took out the note, and saw the beautiful handwriting on it in the dim light.
Chapter completed!