Rise From the Humble

Jinyiwei Imperial Prison is located in Fusi, the subordinate town of Beizhen.

North Town Fusi is directly led by Lu Bing, the commander of the Jinyiwei, which is also a symbol of the highest power of the Jinyiwei. In the Ming Dynasty, when it comes to who has the most power among the Jinyi Guards, it does not depend on who has the highest official rank, but on who is in charge of the Fusi in Beizhen. Whoever is in charge of Beizhen Fusi is the actual controller of Jinyiwei.

When Zhu Ping'an arrived at Fusi Prison in Beizhen, most of the setting sun had slowly sunk into the horizon.

Even though Zhu Pingan showed his card of being from the fifth rank, the officer on duty at Beizhen Fusi Prison still obstructed him in every possible way after learning that Zhu Pingan came to visit Yang Jisheng, until Zhu Pingan stuffed a small tablet of about five taels. After receiving the money, the prison chief only half-heartedly allowed Zhu Pingan to enter, but even so, he only gave Zhu Pingan a stick of incense to visit.

This is Zhu Ping'an's first time entering Jinyiwei's prison.

After entering the prison, Zhu Pingan's first feeling was darkness, his second feeling was cold, and his third feeling was terror.

The Shuntian Mansion Prison that Zhu Ping'an had visited before could be called a paradise compared with the Fusi Imperial Prison in Beizhen.

The Fusi Prison in Beizhen can definitely be called hell.

Because it is built underground, or a semi-underground building, only the main entrance of the prison is built on the ground, and the rest of the main structure is underground. No sunlight can shine in. Black is the main color inside.

Zhu Ping'an entered the Jinyiwei Prison in the dim light of the setting sun. He could not adapt to the darkness of the Prison yet. As soon as he entered the Prison, his eyes were completely dark. He squinted his eyes before adapting to the darkness of the Prison.

Then, waves of penetrating coldness came from the ground, and Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but shiver.

As soon as you enter the main entrance of the prison, there is a very long staircase going down, extending underground. Zhu Pingan walked down the steps under the guidance of the jailer. Zhu Pingan counted a total of sixty-eight steps.

After reaching the end of the steps, Zhu Ping'an truly entered Beizhen Fusi Prison.

Looking through the gloomy passage.

This is a huge, complex underground world with twists and turns, like a hive, with torture chambers and cells distributed among them. There are no windows in the prison, and there is no natural light. The light comes from weak candles and ointment lamps. The walls are made of bluestone bricks, which are very thick and covered with damp moss.

Walking along the passage, you can hear screams from time to time, as well as the piercing sounds of torture instruments. Every sound is more eerie than the soundtrack of the scariest horror movie in the world, and the sadness is penetrating to the bone.

"Ah, I'll do it, I'll do it."

"Mr. Zhao, please don't rush to confess. Wait until I show you all these cuties. It won't be too late for you to recruit them. These are all my hard work. Come on, come on, this time Let's try this 'Xiao Ling Chi'. What is Xiao Ling Chi? It is a local Ling Chi that is different from 'Ling Chi'. For example, fingers, haha, Mr. Zhao might as well guess first, I can shave off your little finger. How many knives are there? Let me tell you secretly, my master’s highest record is 158 knives shaved off on one little finger, guess what about me?”

"I'm moving, I'm moving, please, please stop."

"Mr. Zhao, look at you, you are not good again. Didn't you just say that we are not in a hurry to recruit anyone who has entered the Fusi Prison in Beizhen? There is no one who will not be recruited. Why are we in a hurry? Be good. Mr. Zhao, guess what, how many knives can I sharpen?"

Passing by a torture chamber on the way, the above conversation, mixed with the piercing screams, reached Zhu Pingan's ears, making Zhu Pingan feel uncomfortable all over. Through the unclosed door of the execution room, Zhu Pingan saw disheveled, ragged, shapeless prisoners being executed by an elegant jailer.

"Zhang Tu, you fucking closed the door tightly." The jailer who led Zhu Pingan forward seemed to be very familiar with the elegant jailer inside who was executing the execution. He cursed in greeting and closed the door of the execution room tightly. .

Then

The sounds inside were completely isolated.

Zhang Tu?

I don’t know if this is a nickname or a real name? Zhu Pingan thought casually in his heart.

"Haha, Mr. Zhu, please come this way."

After doing all this with ease, the jailer who led the way continued to lead Zhu Ping'an forward.

After turning two corners and looking at dozens of cells, the warder who was leading the way stopped, pointed to the narrow passage in front and said to Zhu Ping'an, "Master Zhu, go along this road and go inside to the right. That cell is Yang Jisheng's cell. The time for one stick of incense can only be less, not more, otherwise it will be difficult for me to handle this."

"Thank you, Li Tou." Zhu Pingan nodded and handed a piece of broken silver to the jailer.

The king of hell is easy to deal with, but the devil is difficult to deal with. Zhu Ping'an knew this truth well and coaxed these jailers to make it easier for him to visit Senior Brother Yang in Zhao Prison in the future. In addition, Senior Brother Yang could suffer relatively less torture here.

"Haha, Lord Zhu, you're welcome. It's almost time. I'll call you again." The warder skillfully turned his palms and shook the broken silver into his sleeves. Feeling the weight in the sleeves, the warder smiled like a smile on his face. It's like a flower.

Zhu Ping'an smiled and bowed his hands to the jailer, then turned and walked towards the passage.

Huh?

Is there anyone else inside?

As soon as he walked inside, he heard the conversation between Senior Brother Yang and another person.

"Brother Yang, your body has been severely injured. I'm afraid you will have to suffer the court's cane tomorrow at the court trial. I'm worried that your body won't be able to hold on. You can keep this snake gallbladder to eat before going to court tomorrow, and then beat you again after the court trial. The imperial staff can reduce suffering. Brother Yang, please keep this pot of wine and eat snake gall tomorrow."

A man's voice came from inside.

"Haha, thank you Brother Wang for your kindness. If you keep this wine, you don't have to keep this snake gall. I, Yang Jisheng, have nothing else, but I am absolutely indispensable for this gall. I, Yang Jisheng, have my own courage, so how can I use snake gall. "

As soon as the man in front finished speaking, Yang Jisheng's hearty voice came out from inside.

This is a classic node in history.

Brother Wang, snake courage, I, Yang Jisheng, have the courage. After Zhu Pingping listened to the above conversation, he knew in his heart that he had once again witnessed history.

"Brother Yang, you."

The man surnamed Wang wanted to say something more, but when he heard footsteps coming from the corridor, his words stopped abruptly.

Yang Jisheng's voice also stopped.

"Senior Brother Yang, it's me, Zhu Pingan." Zhu Pingan explained, walking over without stopping, first bowed to Yang Jisheng in the cell, and then bowed to the man named Wang who was visiting the prison next to him.

"Zihou, why are you here?" Yang Jisheng was very surprised. He was moved at first, and then worried that Zhu Ping'an would be implicated by him, so he stubbornly shook his head, "This is a place of right and wrong, go back quickly. Don’t come here again. I’m fine. I have food and drink here, so I’m fine.”