Zhen Mingku didn't know how he survived.

After being stabbed with cold water and doused with water, he realized for the first time what it means to be better off than dead.

In just half an hour, he fainted three times.

He was now being dropped in mid-air by a chain, and two large iron hooks were pierced through his shoulders under the lute bone, and he was hoisted like a pig to the slaughter.

The torturer was apparently a skilled veteran, piercing the lute bone, neither killing him nor fainting him, hanging him up and down, unable to die, unable to live.

One of the guards whipped him with a whip soaked in chili pepper water, whipping his already scarred upper body even more completely.

The pepper water seeped into his wounds, and the pain of the whip on his body became insignificant.

"Chief jailer, what did this kid do that he was specially instructed to entertain well?"

"I heard that I touched a woman who shouldn't have been touched, and I offended Lord Wang."

The jailer panted and put down the leather whip in his hand, and looked back at the chief jailer, who was sitting by the burning fire, drinking tea leisurely, and asked, "Could it be Lord Wang Shangshu?" ”

"In Luoyang City, except for the military department, who would dare to call himself Lord Wang?"

"He really deserves it, he is so bold that even the woman of Lord Shangshu dares to touch it."

The jailer said, whipped Zhen Ming a few more times, turned his head and asked: "Chief jailer, do you want to practice, I haven't encountered such a hard and ruthless character for a long time, I have smoked no less than a hundred lashes from beginning to end, and I haven't even snorted." ”

The jailer put down the teacup, stood up, took the leather whip from the jailer's hand, walked to Zhen Mingku's side, raised Zhen Mingku's head with the leather whip, and saw that he was still conscious, but he gritted his teeth from beginning to end, and sneered: "I'm very energetic, and I dare to stare at me with my eyes, I don't know if you still have the courage for a while, to tell you the truth, I've seen a lot of hard bones, and in the end, there is no one who doesn't cry and beg for mercy, I hope you won't disappoint me." ”

"Chief Jailer, you say this kid won't be dumb, right?" The jailer on the side couldn't help but ask.

The head jailer sneered: "Even if he is dumb, I will let him speak and bring the bamboo stick." ”

The bamboo skewers were brought, they were sharpened bamboo skewers, bright and tough, as if they had been soaked and baked by a special process, and they looked not only tenacious, but also extremely sharp.

The jailer took one and grabbed Zhen's hand.

The bamboo stick slowly stabbed through the nail of his thumb, and Zhen Mingku's whole body convulsed, and he raised his only movable head and slammed it into the jailer's face.

The jailer's nose bleeded back a full five or six steps.

"Grab me!" He wiped the blood from his nose and said with a sinister smile.

One by one, the bamboo sticks were inserted into Zhen Mingku's fingers.

It wasn't until the tenth root that Zhen Mingku finally couldn't bear the pain of the ten fingers connecting his heart, and his physiological endurance reached the limit, and he roared and fainted.

The jailer spat a mouthful of tooth blood on him: "I thought you were dumb, Lao Tzu has time to spend with you, depending on whether you have a hard mouth or my tricks!" ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the jailer next to him: "You, go find a doctor to show him, I don't want him to die so cheaply!" ”

……

Zhen Mingku didn't know how long he had been locked up in this dark cell, but from the change in temperature, he knew that he had endured a cold winter, from cold winter to early spring.

Every time he woke up from his coma, he was lying on the damp dungeon floor scarred, his hands and feet chained, and he couldn't even move a finger.

According to his present chaotic sense of time, every two or three days, he would be carried to the torture chamber, where he would be served by the chief jailer and several jailers in turn, and in his impression, such hospitality had been no less than thirty times, that is, almost three months.

The dungeon was dark and damp, and he suffered from tuberculosis, and at first he coughed up phlegm, but later, there was no phlegm, and it was a large mass of blood.

His body was so weak that even a three-year-old could take him down.

In the past three months, he had seen many unknown torture instruments, being pressed on a seat full of iron nails, his whole butt was covered in blood, and his chest was burned with a red-hot iron, or he was simply told to walk back and forth on the floor full of coals, which the jailers jokingly called the Buddha dance, which meant that when they came here, the gods and Buddhas had to dance for their fun.

Zhen Mingku felt that it was okay for him to die like this several times, but every day a Jianghu Langzhong came in to see him, gave him medicine on his wounds, broke his bones, and poured medicine on him, making it difficult for him to die.

Others have crossed over to be princes, emperors or something, at least they are also the concubines or illegitimate children of a rich and noble family, there are beautiful wives at home, and a fast-hanging father, the kind that can inherit the inheritance as soon as he dies, but he crossed into the woman's thigh, and he kissed someone's thigh without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and it happened that this woman was still the emperor's woman, and as a result, she was framed, made a scapegoat, and sent to a dark prison, where she was locked up for a few months, and was tortured inhumanely.

The chief jailer has always wanted to get an accomplice out of his mouth, he wants to be an accomplice, he has already recruited it, but he doesn't even know what era he is now, let alone recruit an accomplice behind the scenes, even if he wants to frame a big traitor or eunuch, he can't tell who will come by name.

His ridiculous self-esteem, which could not be offended, in this dark prison, where there was no place to rest, his dignity, his personality, was mercilessly trampled under his feet and trampled on until the day he collapsed and fell.

He felt that he could not last long, and that there were only two options before him, one was to cut himself off, and the other was to kneel in front of the chief jailer, cry and beg for mercy, lick his leather boots, and live like the tall lewd man he had seen when he first came.

When his uncle committed suicide on hunger strike, he also scolded his uncle and cried fiercely, and now that I think about it, with his uncle's strength, how long should it have been a painful inner struggle to make such a choice as to survive? Today, it was his turn to face such a choice, and he finally realized how much courage it took for his uncle to lie in bed for five years without moving, to be served by someone to serve him, and to live without dignity.

He couldn't do it when he knelt down and begged for mercy from the psychopathic jailer, and he still had the last shred of reason to tell him to stand straight even if he died.

He felt that he was the most humiliating time-traveler in history, and he had lost the face of modern people, and he no longer believed that those who had traveled through the modern civilized society written in the novel could do anything when they returned to the barbaric ancient times, which was equivalent to throwing a sheep into a pack of wolves, and there was only one end, and there were no bones.

"It's time to eat!"

He felt that he couldn't hold out for long, and in front of him, there were only two choices, one was to cut himself off, and the other was to kneel in front of the jailer, cry and beg for mercy, lick. His leather boots, like the tall lewd man he had seen when he first arrived, were servile and dog-like wagging their tails begging to live.

When his uncle committed suicide on hunger strike, he also scolded his uncle and cried fiercely, and now that I think about it, with his uncle's strength, how long should it have been a painful inner struggle to make such a choice as to survive? Today, it was his turn to face such a choice, and he finally realized how much courage it took for his uncle to lie in bed for five years without moving, to be served by someone to serve him, and to live without dignity.

Let him kneel to the psychopathic jailer and beg for mercy, he can't do it, and he still has what little reason he has left, telling him to stand straight even if he dies.

Since he was six years old, he wandered alone until he met his uncle, and he suffered a lot, and he understood better than anyone that the more difficult he was, the more he had to struggle to survive.

I have also sat in the prison of the 21st century, and I have squatted in the bureau, but I didn't expect to travel back to this dark dynasty, but I still can't escape the disaster of prison, and if it was someone else, I would have died in prison earlier.

But he is a bitter child, and the life of a hard-working child is harder than others.

……

"It's time to eat!"

A bowl of rancid food was thrown in through the dog's hole in the prison door.

Zhen Mingku, who was closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes that was obviously inconsistent with his weak physique at this time, and he struggled to get up and crawled towards the bowl of glutinous food.

Today's meal was probably the last meal of his life, and based on the last words he had heard when he met with the warden today, the warden was going to use a punishment worse than death for a man.

Castration.

This torture, which is famous all over the world because of Sima Qian, if nothing else, today he has to experience the pain that Sima Qian has experienced, without anesthesia surgery, the pain can be imagined.

He doesn't want to write any history books that have been passed down through the ages, he doesn't want to go to the palace on an errand, and he doesn't want to practice any sunflower classics, what is more terrible in this world than losing the dignity of a man, even if he dies, he also wants to maintain the last bit of dignity as a man.

Before he died, he had to give the dogs a little color to the minions of their masters, but it took a bit of strength.

He had long been accustomed to this rancid food, and he quickly filled his stomach with nausea, and then, as he fell down, he began to hold his stomach and howl loudly.

"What is it called, noisy Lao Tzu Qingmeng!" The jailer heard the sound and banged on the bars of the cell.

Zhen Ming was bitter but rolled on the ground, while scolding the three-character scripture.

The door creaked open, and a jailer walked in with a leather whip, swearing in his mouth: "Let you scream, it seems that you haven't eaten enough of the whip, and you can't scream!" ”

Zhen Mingku no longer hesitated, slammed the bowl in his hand to the ground, secretly hid a fragment in his sleeve, and laughed: "I want my master to bow to you minions, in the next life!" ”

Boom!

He slammed headlong into the floor.

Then his limbs twitched a few times, he foamed at the mouth, and after a while, he lay motionless on the ground.

The jailer was obviously stunned for a moment, then walked over to Zhen Mingku, squatted down, and reached out to probe his nostrils

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and Zhen Mingku, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes, used all the remaining strength in his body, waved the broken porcelain piece in his hand, and slashed it towards the jailer's neck.

The jailer had no time to react, his neck was scratched, his eyes were frightened, his hands covered his neck, and he fell to the ground, his mouth open like a dehydrated fish, but he couldn't make a sound.

In a few moments, blood flowed from between his fingers, and he was convulsing all over, and soon he couldn't move.

Zhen Ming didn't care about checking his life or death, quickly took off his jailer clothes, put them on his body, supported his weak body, poked his head out to check the surroundings, saw the gap, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, lowered his head and flew out of the cell.

When he met a few jailers in the hallway and asked, he just shook his head, but fortunately the cell was dimly lit and the other jailers did not notice anything unusual about him.

All the way unimpeded, until he reached the door of the prison, he felt a burst of joy in his heart, and at this moment, an angry shout came from behind him: "Stop me!" ”

……

Listening to this voice, it was the head of the jailer who had tormented him for two months, Zhen Mingku stopped, and a wave of anger surged uncontrollably into his heart.

Behind her, a woman's low cry could be heard.

You can't escape, unless you ......

He secretly hid the broken porcelain piece in his cuffs, turned his back to the jailer, and asked in a low voice, "What does the cell boss command?" ”

"Where's the wine you bought?"

Zhen Mingkuyan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and whispered, "I'll buy you the small one." ”

Chen Prison frowned when he heard this, "Today you are refreshing, in the past, asking you to buy some wine was like asking you to cut meat, you shouldn't have hidden something good and wanted to be transferred out of prison in a hurry......

Zhen Ming secretly screamed that it was not good, daring to feel that the jailer he had just put down was a hairless iron rooster, and was thinking about how to deal with it, when the cell head let go of the frightened woman in his arms and walked towards him.

Zhen Mingku, on the contrary, calmed down.

"I don't think you look like an old pick, turn around and show me."

A hand put on Zhen Mingku's shoulder, Zhen Mingku grabbed the gap in the turn, and the broken porcelain piece in his hand waved towards the cell leader's neck again......

The cell boss was taken aback, his skills turned out to be good, and he hurriedly bent back, dodging the fatal blow, but not completely dodging, and the porcelain piece in Zhen Mingku's hand cut from his lip to one eye......

"Ahh

An earth-shattering howl of pain rang out from the cell boss's mouth, and Zhen Ming turned his head and slammed his knee into his stomach, knocking him to the bent over, vomiting out what he had just eaten, followed by another elbow blow to the back of his head.

All the movements were done in one go, but it also consumed all the strength of Zhen Mingku, and he sat down on the ground with a thud, and at this time, even a three-year-old child could easily put him down.

With a pop, the cell boss fell to the ground, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Fortunately, the other jailers in the prison heard the screams of the cell head before he fell unconscious, and none of them came to see what was going on, and it seemed that they were all used to the screams of various prisoners in the cell when they were being tortured.

Zhen Ming sat on the ground for a while before regaining some strength, staggered to his feet, and glanced at the woman brought by the cell boss, and saw her standing trembling against the wall, her eyes full of cowardice and fear.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Are you leaving?" ”

The woman shook her head so fast that she seemed to have succumbed to the boss's obscenity, and even if someone took her away, she would not dare to step out of the cell door.

Zhen Ming didn't dare to stay longer, he couldn't protect himself now, and if he brought a woman, maybe it would affect her, so he no longer hesitated, turned around and quickly walked out of the prison door.

……

At this time, Zhen Mingku was standing on a bridge.

At each end of the bridge, more than a dozen jailers were chasing after him, and the leader of them was the cell head whose face had been cut by him, with a thick white gauze wrapped around his face and one eye covered, as if he had injured his eye.

The angry look on his face was eager to shatter Zhen's life into thousands of pieces.

After leaving the prison, Zhen Mingqiu hid everywhere, but after all, he did not escape the pursuit of the angry cell bosses.

Zhen Mingbitter knew very well in his heart that if he fell into the hands of this cell boss again, there was no doubt that he would not be able to get out of prison alive.

Looking at the rushing river, with his current physique, the chance of jumping into the river and surviving is almost zero.

Left and right is death, but how to die is his choice.

He turned his head and grinned at the cell boss, with a disdainful smile of an angry man, and jumped into the river in the hateful eyes of the cell boss......