Her butt had just suffered the torture of the salt-alkali soil, and now it was pressed on this copper chair. She couldn't help but sigh.
The governor Sun looked at her slowly, then personally stuffed her legs into the copper box and secured them, leaving only two thin leather ropes outside.
Xiao Nanhui couldn't tell from the outside what torture device was hidden inside the box, which only made his torture even more intense. It seemed that Governor Sun's interrogation techniques were even more sophisticated than he had imagined.
Pan Meir walked forward and fiddled with the two beads on the leather rope, still smiling.
She almost suspected that this woman was born with this smile, otherwise she really didn't know what was so funny about this situation.
"May I have your name?"
The other party spoke, and Xiao Nanhui licked his cracked lips: "Yao'er."
"Yao'er?" Pan Meir's voice lingered above her head. "You have a very interesting face."
She continued brazenly, "Yes, ever since I was little, people have said I look like the female Bodhisattva in the temple who saves people from suffering."
"Female Bodhisattva?" A cold, hard hand pinched her jaw from below, forcing her to look upward. "Then take a look at me and see if I look like a Bodhisattva."
Xiao Nanhui blinked.
At the banquet, I couldn't see it clearly from far away, but now that I'm up close, I don't want to look at it anymore. If the Bodhisattva in a temple looked like this, I'd probably lose everything, not to mention the money from the incense offerings. I'd probably be struck by lightning.
Anyway, she doesn't want to tell the truth today, so she might as well continue to turn a blind eye.
"picture."
The force on her jaw disappeared, and Pan Meir let out a strange laugh, which was quite different from her previous voice.
"Not only is her face interesting, but her words are also interesting. Why don't you just relax and let me hear what you want to say first?"
"What does Village Master Pan want to hear?"
Pan Meir's fingers deftly tied knots on the leather leash. "Why don't you start by asking whose dog you are? You know, even a dog has its own territory. If you don't stay in your own territory and wander around in someone else's, you're bound to get bitten, right?"
Xiao Nanhui was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Pan Meir with a smile.
"I don't keep dogs. I don't understand a word that Village Chief Pan said."
Pan Meir's face instantly lost its charming smile, as if a tiger that had shed its human skin revealed its true form, and she suddenly pulled the long rope in her hand.
There was a sharp sound of metal friction, and suddenly a row of iron teeth and steel needles grew out on both sides of the box board, clamping tightly on Xiao Nanhui's ankles. The steel nails pierced the skin and flesh and embedded themselves into the bones.
A piercing pain came over her, and she clenched her teeth, but the broken flesh was still rolling in her throat.
Wu Xiaoliu, who was standing aside, stared blankly, his face gradually turning pale.
The smile returned to Pan Meir's face. Her long, hard nails scraped against the two iron clamps, making a harsh sound. "Oh, look at this, it really looks like he's received some training."
Xiao Nanhui knew that today was doomed to end badly, so he stopped worrying. He looked up at Pan Meir and laughed, "Village Leader Pan, you'd better use a little more strength. If you can break my bones, you won't even need shoes anymore."
Even though she had seen many different kinds of interrogation scenes, Pan Meir's face still twisted for a moment.
The prefect Sun standing by had no expression on his face from beginning to end. He raised his hand and scooped up the liquid from the jar beside him. It was a black mass that had been soaked with some medicinal herbs. He poured it directly onto Xiao Nanhui's ankle.
The liquid dripped into the broken wound, and all the previous pains were magnified in an instant. This time, the pain reached her before her reason. She heard her own screams echoing in the secret room, and they stopped only when she was exhausted.
Wu Xiaoliu just stood by and watched. At first, his face was numb, and then his body began to tremble violently. At this moment, he finally couldn't help but collapse to the ground.
His knees were weak, and he barely moved forward, mumbling intermittently: "Sir, she just wanted to make money. She was so obsessed that she helped the woman from the Tian family elope with a man from outside. Please be magnanimous and forgive her this time..."
Prefect Sun threw the empty ladle back into the jar, still wearing that fake smile. "Xiao Liu, you're an honest man and shouldn't get involved in these things. The situation is unstable right now, and I'm sure Tiancheng has sent people to inquire about Bijiang's situation. We have to make some preparations to prevent those with ulterior motives from sneaking in. If they cause trouble in the future, won't we and the Bai family suffer together?"
The words of the Magistrate Sun were like a long spear pointing directly at Xiao Nanhui's identity, but at this moment the pain took over her body, making her unable to refute.
But what was surging in her mind at this moment was the receding figures of Tian Weiler and Jia Han in the sky full of yellow sand.
In the past, she always wondered: Why are there so many bad people and so few good people in this world? Why do bad people live long and good people die short?
In fact, the answer is very simple: if you want to be a good person, you have to pay a price.
She didn't understand this principle before, but now she finally understands it.
"Why aren't you talking? Weren't you such an interesting person just now?"
Pan Meir's eyebrows and eyes swayed in front of her. It seemed that she still had that smiling face, but that smile was extremely distorted.
Because of the pain, sweat poured down her face, and the kudzu root powder that had been mixed with ginger fell off in pieces, mixed with the sweat and turned into turbid water drops that fell in front of her eyes.
She tried to get her thoughts moving again, and a bold idea popped up in her head.
She panted, trying hard to control her tongue so that it would not become uncontrollable due to the pain: "Master Sun, who am I? You should go ask Village Master Pan."
The fat face of Governor Sun finally showed a different expression.
"Oh? Village Master Pan, do you know who she is?"
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