As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a pain in his lower body, and blood splashed directly onto his face. The warm liquid sprayed into his eyes, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.
The next moment, he felt severe pain in his body. He couldn't help but hold his head and scream. His voice was shrill and echoed in the underground prison, like an evil ghost demanding his life.
“Aa ...
He covered his pants with his hands, and blood soon stained his palms red.
This sword was stabbed by Mo Tingzhu, and it directly cut off his vitals at the root, making it impossible to reconnect them.
He Yi was like crazy, wanting to pounce on him and bite him, but his lower body was in too much pain.
His face was now pale, and he was sweating profusely. His lips had instantly lost their color, and he could hardly even turn over, let alone pounce on someone and hit them.
Mo Tingzhu had a smile on his face, which looked a bit evil. He raised his chin slightly, stood on tiptoe, and stepped down hard.
With a "puff" sound, the thing as big as a little finger turned into blood.
He Yi couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
When he woke up again, his injuries had been treated, and his cell had been moved from the dark and damp underground to the ground. He even had his own quilt to keep him warm all over.
He ignored the pain and thought that it was his mother who spent money to get him out, and he would probably be released from prison in a few days.
At this time, he naturally didn't know that his mother had been angered to death by him a few days ago, so how could she come to save him?
Moreover, such a serious crime would be punishable by death no matter which dynasty it was committed in. How could they possibly let him go?
However, perhaps these experiences have completely worn away the last bit of intelligence left in his mind, and he now hopes that his mother can rescue him.
His mother loved him the most. Since he was a child, she would give him anything she wanted and would definitely rescue him.
The next moment, the cell door was opened with a "click". He was delighted and looked towards the door with shining eyes.
Then he met the person he least wanted to see at the moment.
"My dear, are you all right?"
His pupils suddenly contracted, his heart beat violently, and he twitched from time to time.
The woman in front of him was not dressed luxuriously, but her clothes were much better than his current ones.
But isn't she on death row?
How did you get here?
Moreover, he was holding so many things in his hands.
He swallowed hard and pretended to be calm, "Madam, have you found a way to get me out? Please tell me to get out. After I get out, I will send all the concubines away and leave you alone, okay?"
He looked at her lovingly, of course, that was just what he thought.
Although his wounds were treated hastily, he was still wearing the same clothes. They were already smelling terrible, but he was used to the smell, so he didn't feel anything.
His cheeks were deeply sunken, and he was thinner than the most miserable beggar on the street. He was unkempt and extremely sloppy.
Now he acts like this, which just makes people feel sick.
In the past, he still looked passable thanks to his clothes, attire, and shoe insoles, but now he had nothing, he was dirty and smelly, and he hadn't bathed in who knows how many days.
This kind of behavior makes people want to vomit out the food they had eaten the previous night.
"My dear husband, what nonsense are you talking about? You will die in three days, so why should I care about your concubines?"
She covered her lips, her eyes slightly curved, and she burst out laughing.
He Yi widened his eyes and subconsciously raised his voice: "This is impossible, my mother will definitely save me."
"You might not know this, but your mother was pissed off to death the day she learned you were imprisoned. Now she doesn't even have a grave. Perhaps those soldiers threw her into a mass grave, leaving her to be eaten by wild dogs."
As she spoke, she spread out the things she brought on the ground one by one.
They were all the things that He Yi was most familiar with, such as candles, thin blades, wooden whips, salt water and pepper water, and bone-dissolving powder.
He shouted loudly: "Bitch, what are you doing!"
When Tang Qingyue heard his roar, she subconsciously shuddered. The fear was deeply engraved in her bones. Even though she knew that he had no ability to resist now, she still couldn't help but be afraid.
However, she did not retreat. She just patted her chest and the smile on her face deepened: "What did I do? I just gave him a taste of his own medicine."
"I will also let you taste what kind of life I once had. Within these three days, I will repay you a thousandfold."
"Bitch, aren't you afraid that I'll go to hell and kill you?"
"If you want to take my life, then come and take it. But you died so early, and I still want to live well."
He Yi was confused, and a sense of absurd panic surged in his heart: "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, I am a married woman, but I am still a member of the Tang family. My parents protected me, and the only one who is really going to die is you." She showed a happy, yet evil smile on her face, admiring his despair.
"No, this is not possible. If I die, you should die with me."
Tang Qingyue slapped him in the face, using all her strength without any shaking of her hand.
He Yi never knew that women could be so strong.
His head was knocked to one side and hit the wall of the cell, making him dizzy.
Before he could recover from the shock, a whip came and hit him directly in the face.
“Ahhhhhh…”
The scream had just ended halfway because he found that his wound had burst open and was bleeding. The severe pain haunted him like a ghost again.
He could only grit his teeth and remain silent.
In fact, he originally wanted to resist, but his feet were shackled. If he forced himself to stand up, he would only fall to the ground, and then he would be beaten even worse.
Tang Qingyue used a specially made whip that hit the flesh and drew blood with every whip.
But this will only hurt the skin and flesh, not the bones, but it is enough to make people feel excruciating pain.
At this moment, He Yi wished he could die immediately.
Maybe if I die now, I can still have a chance to start over?
However, Tang Qingyue would not let him die so easily, so she would torture him severely.
When she was tired of whipping, she threw the whip aside, took out the tinder from her arms and lit the candle.
Walking towards him step by step, He Yi had already been beaten and bruised all over. Now it was difficult for him to move a step and he couldn't even lift his hands.
When he saw what Tang Qingyue was holding in her hand, he actually breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. This thing didn't hurt much when it dripped on his body.
However, this thought disappeared in his mind the next moment, because this thing was not dripping on his skin, but into his eyes.
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