"Shut up!"
Xie Yun's voice exploded like thunder, and the entire dungeon seemed to freeze in an instant.
His knuckles were cracking and the murderous intent in his eyes was almost overflowing.
Old Qian was shocked by his terrifying aura, and his throat rolled unconsciously, but he quickly forced a fierce smile: "Why, are you angry, Marshal? What a pity, you came too late, I have already touched everything I should have touched."
Before he finished his words, Xie Yun suddenly took a step forward and grabbed Lao Qian's throat with such force that he almost crushed his larynx.
"You're looking for death." His voice carried a chilling sense of oppression.
Old Qian's face instantly turned red, his eyeballs bulged out due to difficulty breathing, and a "gurgling" sound came from his throat, but he still struggled to squeeze out a few words: "What...can you do...to me..."
Xie Yun stared at him and suddenly smiled, a smile colder than a knife.
"What can I do to you?" He slowly loosened his hand, letting Old Qian cough violently, then turned around and ordered the guards behind him: "Tie up his right hand."
When Old Qian heard this, his pupils suddenly contracted. He finally realized what Xie Yun was going to do. He immediately struggled frantically, and the fear on his face was evident: "No! No! Marshal! Spare me! I know I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again!"
The guard walked forward expressionlessly, pressed his right hand firmly on a thick wooden board, and tied it tightly with thick hemp rope.
"I, I'm talking nonsense! I just touched your collar!" Old Qian shook his head frantically, the chains rattling as he moved, "Marshal, spare me! My child is still young, and my wife needs me too..."
Xie Yun sneered, his laughter was full of disdain and contempt: "Qiuyu's child was sold by you for thirty dollars. A Japanese dog is also worthy of raising a family?"
Old Qian struggled desperately, begging for mercy, his voice already starting to sob: "Young Marshal! Please! Spare me! I kowtow to you! I..."
Xie Yun turned a deaf ear to him, turned around and pulled Zheng Wanqing into his arms, gently covering her eyes with one hand.
"Don't look." His voice was low and gentle, completely different from the violent one just now. Zheng Wanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, and her heart couldn't help but beat violently.
Then, Xie Yun nodded to the guard, who raised the gleaming knife in his hand without hesitation, raised it high, and then slashed it fiercely.
"Ah——!!!" Old Qian let out a shrill scream, and the sound echoed in the dungeon. Blood splattered, and the severed palm hit the ground heavily, and the fingers were even twitching.
Old Qian was twisting his body wildly, tears streaming down his face, cursing and begging for mercy incoherently, but Xie Yun didn't even bother to look at him. There was only disgust and disdain in his eyes.
Zheng Wanqing trembled slightly in Xie Yun's arms, tears falling silently.
The guard received a signal from Xie Yun and threw Lao Qian's severed hand into the brazier. Amid the burnt smell, there was a "sizzling" sound of burning flesh.
Before Old Qian fainted, he vaguely heard Xie Yun's cold last words: "Keep his left hand to write his confession."
He held Zheng Wanqing in his arms and strode away, and the iron door closed heavily behind them.
The dazzling light made Zheng Wanqing, who had been in darkness for a long time, feel uncomfortable for a moment. She stumbled a little. Xie Yun was quick to hold her elbow steadily.
Xie Yun lowered his head and stared at her, his voice softened: "Are you scared?"
Zheng Wanqing shook her head and looked up at him, her eyes filled with complicated emotions: "Thank you, Xie Yun."
Xie Yun's eyes were deep, and he wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips: "Let's go."
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