The Record of Righteousness

The two government servants endured the stench, lifted Huang Zunzhu, who was covered in filth, and placed him on a long bench, with his feet off the ground and dirt dripping down.

Huang Zunzhu's fat body struggled endlessly, and he had to be held down by five or six strong government officials.

Another yamen servant who was good at cutting swords followed Wan Qing's instructions and easily removed ten nails from his feet with a knife.

In pain, Huang Zunzhu's face was distorted and he was wailing wildly, screaming at the heavens and the earth for not responding. He choked the bench with his head and wanted to die.

The word "I move" was brewing in his throat, but he was roaring in his heart:

Never confess! ! !

If you do it, you will die!

Once you confess, your entire family will die!

For the sake of my elderly parents and children who are not yet adults, I must not recruit them! ! !

As a result, Huang Zunzhu's eager heart was suppressed again.

A few clever government officials took out handkerchiefs and blocked Huang Zunzhu's mouth, while the other two held their arms to prevent him from committing suicide.

Wan Qing snorted coldly and patted the gavel with a "pop" sound.

"Stubborn!"

"Operation!"

"First, cut a half-foot-long bloody opening on the sole of his foot, which should be deep enough to reach the bone."

"yes!"

After that, the officer was sweating. He took out a sharp knife and looked at the sole of Huang Zunzhu's foot. Holding the handle of the knife, he carved a deep wound on the sole of his foot from top to bottom. The skin of the sole of his foot was like a layer of bone. After the film was cut open by the knife, blood suddenly poured out.

"From the knees to the soles of the feet, twelve half-foot-long bloody incisions were made on each calf. The ones on the feet were deeper than those on the legs."

"This is a delicate job, so don't be careless."

"Yes...yes..."

The yamen servant was so busy that he was sweating profusely. Huang Zunzhu's feet were carved in his hands like handicrafts. Every time he made a cut, Huang Zunzhu screamed like a pig being killed.

There was a half-foot-long thick blunt iron needle stuck between each of his ten fingers. The slightest movement would pierce his heart with thousands of arrows and cause pain like insects and ants gnawing at his bones.

For a moment, his fat and blessed legs were cut with dense bloody ravines by the blade. The blood was like several thick red threads that merged into a red silk and dripped on the ground.

Due to the severe pain, Huang Zunzhu could only whine and scream with fear on his face, and his feet could not help shaking.

Wan Qing narrowed his eyes, thinking that this guy was quite tough, and shouted:

"good!"

"Let's boil the boiling water again."

"yes"

After a while, the yamen servant came in with a bucket of steaming boiling water. It was mixed with spicy water and salt, and it was red.

Then Wan Qing ordered two people to scatter a handful of square iron nails inside, and placed the boiling water bucket at Huang Zunzhu's feet.

A bit of hot air rose up and blew gently over the soles of his feet. Huang Zunzhu closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Yellow thief! Let's ask again, do you want to recruit me? If you want to recruit me, just nod."

However, he saw that Huang Zunzhu was restrained by a group of government officials and could not move. His resentment towards Wan Qing was clearly visible in his eyes. He then closed his eyes and a clear tear fell from the corner of his eye.

"Good! Very good!"

"Such a tough guy is rare in our family!"

Wan Qing was a little surprised, but he laughed ferociously, waved his hand and said:

"Come here! Serve with severe punishment!"

"yes!"

The two government officials responded, grabbed his feet, held him down and plunged him into the barrel.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The moment his feet entered the bucket, they were up to his knees. Spicy salt water poured into the hideous wounds crazily. In addition, his soles were ulcerated by the boiling water. There were densely packed iron nails at the bottom of the bucket, which were pierced again. Old wounds.

The vat of boiling water was dyed the color of blood.

Huang Zunzhu's eyes were about to tear apart, and his face was covered with greasy sweat.

The excruciating pain came in waves, and the slightest movement of his left and right hands was like a piercing and peeling pain. It was comparable to rolling on a bed of nails after going up a mountain of knives and into a sea of ​​fire, or like walking into a frying pan.

No matter how much he struggled, his legs were held down by many hands, as if they were embedded in a bucket, and he could only let the hot boiling water soak his legs.

His legs were soaked in the wooden barrel for half a stick of incense. When the water gradually became cold, the government officials pulled his legs out.

There was a "crash" sound.

With a splash of water splashing to the ground, Huang Zunzhu's calves below the knees were no longer bleeding.

Instead, those wounds turned into rotten sores filled with hideous flesh and blood, flowing with disgusting red spicy salt water.

At a glance, his legs were covered with scars that had been burned and festered, and the water-soaked flesh was rolling outwards.

There were many square nails driven into the soles of his feet, and several of them pierced through the soles of his feet.

At this time, Wan Qing no longer asked whether to move or not, but asked the government servant to bring him a pair of wooden clogs.

The yamen servant took the pair of wooden clogs and made gestures on the soles of Huang Zunzhu's feet. They were just the right size.

Wan Qing is sitting in the high hall. Now that he has the court documents, he has no worries about torturing the thief. As long as he doesn't kill him, it doesn't matter what he does.

He immediately sneered and said:

"Put clogs on this thief! This is where the suffering begins."

"yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Zunzhu finally showed a look of fear. Before he was even tortured, he was so frightened that he urinated and screamed.

The two government officials frowned and pulled out the iron nails from Huang Zunzhu's feet. Suddenly, there were more than a dozen bloody holes in the soles of his feet, and a stream of blood splattered on the government officials.

His fat body was lifted up and his feet were pressed on the two wooden clogs.

Another officer held a thick steel nail in his hand and a sledgehammer in the other.

This steel nail is shaped like a mushroom.

There is a large iron plate at the end, and three forks at the tip. After the nail is driven into the criminal's foot, the forks are opened with pliers and fixed to the bottom of the clog to prevent the criminal from pulling out the nail with his bare hands.

Wan Qing whispered:

"Do it."

"Yes..."

The yamen runner agreed, pointed the nail on the instep of Huang Zunzhu's foot, avoiding the more important bones, and then aimed at the nail with his right hand and smashed it down.

"Bang!" A muffled smash.

Huang Zunzhu's eyes rolled up, his throat exploded, his head drooped, and he fainted from the pain.

The yamen runner was indifferent, and hammered again and again until the entire nail was completely embedded in Huang Zunzhu's foot.

His other foot was also nailed into the clog in the same way.

Then the yamen runners put him on a wooden bench and broke open the three prongs on the tip of the iron nail and smashed them on the bottom of the clogs.

During the whole process, Huang Zunzhu was in so much pain that he fainted and woke up again. He fainted again because of the pain. He wanted to commit suicide several times but was stopped by the yamen runners.

It was because Wan Qing said so.

If Huang Zunzhu died before being escorted to the capital, all the yamen runners would have to be buried with him.

The yamen runners were slippery people. After hearing this, they dared not be careless anymore. For a while, they only followed Wan Qing's lead.

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