As the sun sets behind the pavilion, clouds begin to rise over the stream; a mountain rain is imminent, and the wind fills the tower.



Historical records state: "A square iron vessel was made with a large, round opening, and rats were driven inside. It was then heated with fire, which startled the rats, causing them to scurry away to find their burrows. Finding none, the rats were then gnawed on their bellies, causing them pain and itching, leaving their bodies empty, and they were unable to die."

Throughout history, torture has always seemed to be the most effective method of extracting confessions, and the rat torture was one of the cruelest forms of torture used in previous dynasties. Those subjected to this torture were torn between life and death, ultimately dying as rats ripped out their internal organs.

After Emperor Yuming ascended the throne, he abolished this punishment to demonstrate his benevolence.

Sure enough, Lu Huai sent someone to retrieve the carbon particles from the branding furnace, place them on a tray, and put them under the iron box.

Having grown accustomed to dark and damp places, the rats panicked when the temperature suddenly rose, and they truly fled in terror.

Before long, the bound person let out a muffled scream, which grew louder and louder, showing how much pain he was in.

After an incense stick's time, the man had already fainted and stopped screaming. Lu Huai ordered his men to release him, and the moment the iron box was removed, everyone saw that the once intact navel had become a fist-sized hole, from which blood was gushing out in a shocking manner!

Through the bloody, mangled hole, you could see rats gnawing at his internal organs.

Lu Chuan sighed to himself, now he understood why the rat was so fat.

The person on the pillar was thrown in front of another person, and the rat in its belly scurried up in panic. It was caught in a cage as soon as it crawled out of the blood hole.

The person leaning against the side was deathly pale, and his back was completely soaked, not only from the pepper spray but also from the cold sweat that had seeped out after witnessing all of this.

He was an assassin, and he had experienced all the common methods used by the government, such as whipping and caning. Before today, he thought of himself as someone who wasn't even afraid of death, so how could he be afraid of these minor punishments?

But he was wrong. He had indeed experienced a lot of torture, but it was mostly unimaginable cruelty that they had never experienced before.

It's laughable that he underestimated his enemy that day, actually treating Yama as a useless piece of trash, which ended up costing him his life!

Seeing him trembling, Lu Huai thought for a moment and gave a fairly amiable smile: "So, who sent you?"

The man who had just been subjecting his compatriot to extreme torture now revealed a chilling smile to him, and the man trembled even more violently.

Seeing him like this, Lu Huai frowned. Was he not gentle enough?

"Ugh! Ugh!"

"What?" Lu Huai couldn't hear what he was saying, so he leaned closer before he understood what he was saying:

I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!

With a satisfied smile, Lu Huai turned his head and looked to the side, and saw him slowly writing two characters on the ground, stroke by stroke.

After squinting to make a closer look, Lu Huai's expression changed slightly.

...

After a stick of incense had burned, the scene had been cleaned up, and the witnesses had pressed their fingerprints on their testimonies. The man had survived.

Lu Chuan hesitated, looking at his younger brother, feeling that the face was both extremely familiar and strange.

In his memory, Chang Jue had always been unruly and unrestrained. He was already shocked when he witnessed Chang Jue killing someone that night. Today, seeing him use torture to extract a confession, he was even more horrified.

Seeing this tragic scene, he could hardly bear to look at it, but Changjue was able to remain calm and composed. He admired Changjue's composure and thought that he must have experienced this many times before.

Seeing that his hands were secretly clenched into fists, I guessed that his palms were sweaty, probably because I had broken them and he was nervous.

Lu Chuan sighed, then smiled and patted Changjue's shoulder with a tone of satisfaction: "Changjue has grown up."

Continue read on readnovelmtl.com


Recommendation



Learn more about our ad policy or report bad ads.

About Our Ads

Comments


Please login to comment

Chapter List