roccoschili Chapter 512 Pei Zheng is tortured
Chapter 512 Pei Zheng is tortured
The biting chill ran up from his fingertips to his heart, causing a fishy and sweet taste to well up in his throat.
He wiped the blood foam from his lips and laughed thrillingly in the moonlight.
System 6872 was so scared that the code was shaking: "Boss, don't let it get you down! The black value is already 130!"
“I have my own ideas.”
Chu Ziyu walked towards his room, but suddenly felt a fishy and sweet smell.
When the cook Aunt Zhang was carrying the medicinal food through the corridor, she ran into Mr. Chu who was holding on to the vermilion lacquered pillar and coughing up blood.
The plain white cuffs hung down, revealing shocking bruises on the wrist bones, like crushed green plums in the snow.
(Actually, Chu Ziyu's body parameters were adjusted too low)
"What a sin..." She hurriedly went to help, but felt a cold sleeve.
The young strategist avoided her hand and shook his head with a smile: "It's okay."
At the corner, two maids were huddled in the shadows, whispering to each other:
"Another set of Yueyao porcelain was broken in the Marquis' study..."
"Hush! Didn't you see the wound on Mr. Chu's hand? It must have been caused by kneeling down to pick up the broken porcelain!"
"Liu the steward spilled ink the other day, but the Marquis didn't punish him..."
"But Mr. Chu is coughing like this, how can the Marquis still..."
The iron horses under the eaves suddenly clanked, and the maids were frightened into silence.
No one noticed that the corner of Lin Ci'an's black clothes flashed behind the pillar.
Chu Ziyu politely declined Aunt Zhang's offer to send him a bowl of calming soup and closed the door.
"These ancient tranquilizing soups are all poison." He muttered.
"If you are poisoned, how can you not be in a good mood?"
Chu Ziyu pulled out a secret letter from his sleeve. On the letter was a wax seal with the Xiliang wolf totem. "The spy to be executed in the parade ground tomorrow is a double agent planted by the emperor. Lin Ci'an hates betrayal the most after his rebirth."
His fingertips trembled, and the secret letter fell into the charcoal basin. The flames lit up the cold light in his eyes: "If I 'happen' to be ill while watching the execution, do you think our marquis will save me first, or interrogate the dying spy first?"
The iron chains in the torture chamber rattled. Pei Zheng untied his armor himself and knelt in the center of the torture chamber. His back was stretched straight and his dark suit was soaked with cold sweat.
The executioner was an old prisoner under Xie Xiaofeng. His methods were brutal and the whip made a sound of breaking air when it came down.
"Snapped--!"
The first whip hit his back and Pei Zheng groaned, clenching his teeth and turning his knuckles white.
"Snapped--!"
The second whip fell, and bloodstains tore through the fabric, winding down.
……
After ten whips, Pei Zheng's back was a bloody mess, but he didn't say a word. He just staggered a little at the last whip, and gasped with his forehead against the cold floor tiles.
The executioner put away the whip and whispered, "General Pei, I'm sorry."
Pei Zheng curled the corner of his mouth and said nothing, "You black-hearted old man."
He managed to stand up, but his vision went dark due to excessive blood loss.
He held onto the wall and walked out step by step. Blood dripped from his fingertips, leaving intermittent red marks on the bluestone slabs.
It was already dark, and the only sounds in the barracks were the footsteps of patrolling soldiers. Pei Zheng avoided the guards and stumbled to the outside of Xie Xiaofeng's tent. Just as he was about to lift the curtain, his knees weakened due to excessive blood loss, and he almost fell.
A cold sneer came from inside the tent: "Reckless man."
The next moment, a slender and powerful hand grabbed his collar and dragged him in.
Pei Zheng fell into a warm medicinal fragrance and looked up to meet Xie Xiaofeng's cold phoenix eyes.
"Thank you..." He just opened his mouth but was interrupted by a glare from the other party.
Xie Xiaofeng had a cold face and ripped open his shirt, revealing the hideous whip wounds on his back. His fingertips were smeared with ointment, and his movements seemed rough, but the force was very light.
"Scream if it hurts." Xie Xiaofeng whispered.
Pei Zheng grinned: "It doesn't hurt."
Xie Xiaofeng snorted coldly, but the force in his hand became lighter. When his fingertips brushed across the wound, Pei Zheng's muscles tensed slightly, but he still held on without saying a word.
"What are you trying to show off?" Xie Xiaofeng frowned, "The Marquis asked you to deliver a secret letter, not to say anything.
You are so good, you put yourself in this situation first. "
Pei Zheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "Mr. Chu...he coughed up blood today."
Xie Xiaofeng paused, then continued to apply the medicine, but his tone was a little softer: "He is smarter than you, and knows how to save his life."
Pei Zheng raised his head, his eyes burning: "But he is so weak..."