Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 374 Sincere Xiao Cui

On the fifth day, Dali Temple Prison.

Wang Leisheng treated Zhou Qiu, Scarface, and Wu Sanniang equally, achieving gender equality in the true sense.

No matter what punishment Zhou Qiu and the other two received, Wu Sanniang would never miss a single one.

In just five days, the three of them had mastered all of Wang Leisheng's special skills. They nearly died several times, but were rescued on the spot by the field doctor Ning Yuye.

But these three men were all tough guys. Scarface said nothing, Zhou Qiu cursed the heavens, the earth, and the eighteen generations of Cui's ancestors, and Wu Sanniang said nothing except crying out in pain.

"Shaoqing, I didn't let you off the hook at all."

Wang Leisheng was at his wit's end. He had seen people who were stubborn in words, but he had never seen anyone as stubborn as this.

They simply refuse to support his work at all, which is outrageous!

"Bring Zhou Qiu out first."

Cui Bianxu wasn't sure if he could get anything out of the question, but he still had to ask first.

Even the toughest man could not endure five days of torture. When Zhou Qiu was dragged over, he was like a sick pig. Few parts of his body could move. Only his ugly face could still make some ferocious expressions from the bottom of his heart.

"Why have you lost weight?"

His eye attack had no effect on Cui Bianxu. Cui Bianxu asked with concern, as if the two were old acquaintances.

Zhou Qiu was stunned by these words, and then he flew into a rage: "Bah! Dog official! Stop your hypocritical tricks. You can kill me or chop me up as you please. Eighteen years later, I'll be a hero again!"

This is the common line used by bandits. Before he even had time to sit down, Xiao Cui stood up and was about to leave: "If that's the case, let's scrape off some meat first."

Cui Bianxu looked at Zhou Qiu with a look of deep regret, "According to Tang law, as the Minister of Justice, I do not have the authority to execute a criminal without authorization."

No, why is he like this?

Zhou Qiu was confused. Cui Bianxu had not come to interrogate him for the past five days. Although Wang Leisheng had interrogated him, he repeated the same old routine over and over again. Seeing that he refused to speak, he knew he was going to torture him.

During these five days, he had imagined countless times what the scene would be like when Cui Bianxu interrogated him, and simulated many situations, but he had never thought of this one - such "obedient".

Although Wang Leisheng didn't understand what the leader wanted to do, as subordinates, they had to do their job honestly as long as the leader gave the order.

He immediately picked up a dusty dagger from the corner. With his leader around, Wang Leisheng was not as ferocious as usual.

He walked up to Zhou Qiu, drew his dagger, and wore a kind and friendly smile on his face: "Where do you want to start?"

Since the leader is so approachable, Old Wang can’t be vague!

The mole on Zhou Qiu's face trembled. There was no hair on it anymore. Wang Leisheng had plucked it out casually as an eyesore. The trembling was not as exciting as before: "Whatever!"

It was still quite tough, and Wang Leisheng nodded in admiration: "Then let's start with this mole."

Zhou Qiu panted heavily: Did this mole provoke you?

"This dagger is a treasure passed down from our ancestors in the Dali Temple. I heard that it was bought from outside with one tael of silver when the first Sizhi was in office. It has been used for many years. Although it is a little blunt and rusty, every mark on it is a reminder of the glorious years of our Sizhi."

Wang Leisheng showed the dagger back and forth in front of Zhou Qiu, talking nonsense.

They were all skilled in martial arts, and Zhou Qiu could tell at a glance that this dagger was just an ordinary one made by apprentices in the blacksmith shop for practice.

The biggest feature of this dagger is that it is cheap and not sharp.

Looking at the notches and rust on it, it's not hard to tell that this dagger hasn't been used for a long time and is rarely sharpened.

Seeing the dagger getting closer and closer to his face, the smell of rust went straight into his nose, and Zhou Qiu's face trembled more and more violently.

As we all know, it hurts when a blunt knife cuts the flesh.

At this moment, Cui Bianxu, who had already stepped out of the door, suddenly turned around, tilted his head, looked at Zhou Qiu with an extremely pure and kind look, and instructed Wang Leisheng: "Scrape ten slices today, don't use too many, otherwise Nanfeng won't be able to eat them all."

"Yes, Shaoqing!" Wang Leisheng said seriously.

Zhou Qiu, breathing heavily with his mouth open, watched helplessly as Cui Bianxu gave him some instructions before leaving without a trace of reluctance. He felt his head buzzing: "Who is Nanfeng?"

Are there still people eating human flesh in Dali Temple?

Wang Leisheng called the jailer nearby to help hold down his head, placed the dagger next to the mole, and began to cut the meat with a blunt knife: "Nanfeng, Nanfeng is not a human, he is a dog in the backyard of the Dali Temple. His fur is shiny and smooth, but he is a bit picky. He likes to eat some fresh human flesh every day."

The knife was really blunt, and Wang Leisheng had to slash Zhou Qiu's face back and forth with both hands before he could cut through the flesh. Zhou Qiu struggled violently in pain, his head stiff as he tried to lean back to avoid the pain.

Seeing this, Wang Leisheng stopped and said to the jailer, "There's too much blood. I can't even aim properly. Go get some salt water to wash it clean before you cut it. Otherwise, if I can't aim properly, won't I be suffering for nothing?"

The jailer turned around and trotted out without hesitation, fearing that Zhou Qiu's wound would heal if he was a step late.

"You, you dog official!"

Zhou Qiu knew they were deliberately torturing him, and he kept yelling in anger. Wang Leisheng was very embarrassed: "Oh, don't move, the blood is flowing more and more, we will have to rinse it with more saline solution later. We are the most humane people in the Dali Temple. If you don't want to talk, how can I force you? You saw our Cui Shaoqing just now. He is young and soft-hearted. He agrees to everything you say and is too embarrassed to refuse. He is very easy to talk to, but he can't stand the sight of blood. Isn't he leaving now?"

Zhou Qiu had just recovered and was about to curse when salt water sprayed all over his face, causing him to scream in pain - the jailer had returned.

A tough guy is a tough guy, and crying out in pain doesn’t stop Zhou Qiu from being a tough guy.

"Spray more, why is the blood flowing more and more?" Wang Leisheng looked at the wound with some dissatisfaction. With so much blood, wouldn't he have to make a new incision and cut again?

It's quite tiring!

Outside the door, Cui Bianxu heard the scream and a cold smile flashed across his face.

How dare this bastard chase and chop his own wife!

"Someone, bring Wu Sanniang here."

"Yes!"

Wu Sanniang was originally thin, and after five days of torture, she was even thinner and more unrecognizable. Her face was as pale as the corpse in Ding Yuan's place, and her whole body was covered with bandages. Ning Yuye had learned this evil taste from somewhere, and he bandaged each wound separately, wrapping Wu Sanniang up like a dumpling.

Two jailers dragged her, her feet dragging weakly on the ground, her body wrapped straight, and she let out a low cry of pain from time to time.