Death Inquisitor

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Then another jailer took the clamping stick out of his hand and put it on his ankle.

At this time, the two jailers no longer controlled Liu Xingong, and one of them pulled the ropes on both sides of the stick.

Suddenly, the sticks on both sides of the ankles began to tighten inwards, getting tighter and tighter.

A sharp pain came over me.

Before Liu Xingong had time to stand up and resist, he was already screaming and losing strength.

A terrifying sound of shattering bones resounded in the cell.

Unable to withstand the pain, he passed out directly.

"Damn it, you can't help but beat me? You're too good at it!"

Some viewers were dissatisfied.

"Trash, the judge boss still has a lot of big tricks that haven't been used yet, I can't stand it anymore. (Disdain)"

"I just searched for this news. Moths are just moths, and they still want to harm the flowers of the motherland. Damn it, don't you know that there are more men than women in the world! (Eyes spitting fire)"

Wow!

A basin of cold water was poured on Liu Xingong's head. After being stimulated, he woke up in a daze.

There was a look of pain on his face.

Naturally, you couldn't feel it when you were in a coma, but now that you woke up, the pain on your shattered ankle was hitting your brain in waves.

"Tie him up!" one of the guards came over and said.

Then another jailer squatted down with him and lifted Liu Xingong off the ground.

"Ah! What do you want to do? Let me go. It hurts!"

He was roughly lifted from the ground, which affected the injury on Liu Xingong's foot, causing him to scream loudly.

At the same time, the expression on his face became even more frightened. He didn't know what these two vicious guys wanted to do to him.

"Snapped!"

Two jailers tied him to the wooden frame, and his whole body looked like a cross.

Then each of them took out a leather whip, shook it in the air, and made a crisp sound.

"No!" Hearing the crisp sound, the pupils in Liu Xingong's eyes shrank.

Because the louder the sound of the whip in the air, the more painful it is when it hits the person.

Although he didn't understand the causal relationship, it didn't prevent him from understanding it.

In fact, it is indeed right to think so. Because the louder the sound of the whip in the air, the faster the whip cuts through the air instantly, resulting in a so-called sonic boom.

When the mass remains constant, the faster the speed, the greater the kinetic energy generated. When it hits someone, it will naturally hurt more.

"You just hit me, didn't you? I let you hit me!" The jailer who was hit on the head by Liu Xingong, turned into black mist and then recovered, grinned ferociously, and suddenly hit Liu Xingong's leg with the whip in his hand.

After a crisp snap, an extremely shrill scream sounded in the cell.

The audience could clearly see that there was a tear in the prison pants Liu Xingong was wearing, and red blood seeped out of it.

It was as if the blow just now was not caused by a whip but by a knife!

"I'm coming too!" Not to be outdone, another jailer also waved his whip and beat Liu Xingong hard.

Suddenly, the clothes were torn, stained with blood, and screams continued.

It's like I've really returned to the terrifying ancient prison of the old days.

Compared with the scenes shown on TV, everything the audience sees at this moment is undoubtedly much more real.

"I'll whip you bastard! I'll beat you to death, you little bastard! I'll whip you hard!"

Snap, snap, snap!

The two jailors struck each one, and the very rhythmic sound of whipping continued to sound in the cell.

Blood began to accumulate on the ground. In just one minute, Liu Xingong passed out again in severe pain.

"I feel dizzy, that's not a simple answer." One of the jailers sneered.

He turned around and walked towards a charcoal brazier in the corner of the cell, and started stirring the charcoal fire with a soldering iron.

Soon, he came over again holding a red-hot soldering iron.

In the eyes of the audience, who were terrified, they pressed directly on Liu Xingong's mouth.

Tsk! White smoke comes out!

"Ah!" The severe pain woke him up from his coma, and the muscles on his face kept twitching, as if he was about to have a stroke.

It wasn't until the jailer took the iron away from his bear's mouth that Liu Xingong let out a sigh of relief and lowered his head feebly.

"Don't... don't continue, spare me!" He begged weakly.

Shed two tears.

The two jailers turned a deaf ear and continued to beat him with whips after he woke up.

After fighting for a while, one of them walked towards another corner of the cell.

Here, there is a steaming oil pan with a strong charcoal fire underneath.

There is a large iron spoon next to it.

The jailer took a spoonful of hot oil and walked towards Liu Xingong.

"Stop! Don't come over!" When the weak Liu Xingong saw this scene, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he screamed loudly.

The jailer holding the oil spoon sneered and poured the hot oil on him.

"Ah!" A howl sounded that made the eardrums of the audience in front of the live broadcast room sting.

Along with some sizzling sounds.

Visibly to the naked eye, the area where the oil had been splashed began to swell.

Blisters appeared one after another, ten

Very terrifying.

A bamboo stick appeared in the hands of the two jailers. They smiled and went up to prick the blisters.

Suddenly, thick liquid flowed across the area, creating a terrifying sight like a fester.

The bamboo sticks were not used carefully, but were pierced with force, so they often penetrated into the body.

After pulling it out, a lot of blood flowed out.

Liu Xingong's scream was even more miserable.

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!" he shouted, his voice was very desperate.

"Then let's wait until you become a ghost." The jailer sneered.

He got a basin of ice water from somewhere and threw it at Liu Xingong.

One was hot and one was cold, and after the temporary relief, more painful pain erupted.

Liu Xingong didn't even have a chance to breathe. He kept wailing, and the sound was terrifying and creepy.

At the same time, a burst of extreme pain and itching appeared from the wound.

"Go on, I'll pour oil and you pour water." One of the jailers suggested.

The two of them laughed, letting Liu Xingong experience what it means to be in the two heavens of ice and fire.

Under this punishment of alternating hot and cold, Liu Xingong's skin became more like ulcers. ..

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