Chapter 117: The master of Lai Junchen, the one who reads the Luo Zhi Jing!

"Great Poetry Immortal Chen, Mirror Keeper Chen, stop wasting your energy!"

"I, Zhao Gaoyuan, will absolutely not betray my uncle!"

Zhao Gaoyuan, who was bound to the torture rack by iron chains, couldn't break free, stiffened his neck, his veins bulged, and he roared at Chen Yan not far away, spitting everywhere.

Zhao Gaoyuan, the nephew of Duke of Chu Zhao Qian, the person in charge of Wangchuan Gambling Hall, was brought back to the Mingjing Si together when it was sealed.

He knew Chen Yan's intentions clearly, but he would absolutely not let him get his wish.

"Exactly!"

Steward He heard this, puffed out his chest, and echoed, "I, He Yu, will absolutely not betray my master!"

"Just give up this thought!"

Old Pillar of State Zhao had been as kind as a mountain to him, He Yu; not only did he lend a helping hand when he was on the verge of death, but he also took him in, giving him a place to stay and half a lifetime of wealth...

How could he act like a villain who forgets favors?

"Hmm..."

Chen Yan saw this, couldn't help but nod, and laughed, "I just like tough guys like you who are iron-boned and loyal and filial!"

In his words, there was full playfulness.

"Heh!"

Zhao Gaoyuan snorted coldly, spat, and said reasonably, "Don't be sarcastic there!"

"If I, Zhao Gaoyuan, compromise, I'm the one Chen Yan raised!"

As a member of the Zhao clan, he still had this bit of backbone...

Clan interests were far higher than personal honor and life.

"Ze, come over; Brother will teach you a few simple and practical punishments!"

Chen Yan didn't care, beckoned to Yuwen Ze, and laughed.

"Brother, please speak..."

Yuwen Ze stepped forward quickly and bowed to listen humbly.

The punishments his brother taught must be extraordinary; maybe he could use them in the future...

"First, Fix the Hundred Vessels!"

Chen Yan pinched the branding iron in his hand, stirred the burning charcoal in the basin, and said, "Fix the prisoner in one place, and through methods like needle pricking, stimulate the human body's acupoints, making the prisoner feel unbearable pain all over..."

He paused, didn't stop for too long, and continued, "Second, Breathless!"

"Use something to block the prisoner's mouth and nose, making breathing difficult, putting them in a state of suffocating pain..."

As expected of Brother, he always has new things... Yuwen Ze silently remembered these two punishments in his heart.

His brother was simply his encyclopedia and life guide.

"Song, what are you still standing there for?"

"Demonstrate it for Ze!"

Chen Yan put down the branding iron, snapped his fingers, looked at Song Fei, who was also memorizing, and ordered.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the small fry on the torture rack at the very edge.

As the saying goes, learning through teaching, on-site simulation and practical demonstration could allow Yuwen Ze to have a deeper understanding.

"Yes." Song Fei responded and immediately called two Embroidered Attire Envoys to go and do it.

A moment later, the painful wails of those two small fries began to resound in the interrogation room.

"Dead Pig Sorrow."

Chen Yan said unhurriedly, "Put an iron torture tool on the prisoner's head, then tighten it constantly, making the prisoner's head receive great pressure, in unbearable pain; even a pig would worry when it sees this torture tool."

"Vinegar Nose Injection."

"Pour vinegar into the prisoner's nose; the vinegar's irritation will cause the prisoner's nasal cavity (and respiratory tract) to produce intense discomfort, triggering pain, difficulty breathing, etc."

"Cage Wedge."

"After the prisoner wears the cangue, insert wooden wedges into the gaps of the cangue, making the cangue tighten gradually, causing pressure on the prisoner's neck and body, leading to pain and difficulty breathing."

A series of tortures that had been practiced and were well-received, such as "Jade Maiden Ascending Ladder," "Immortal Offering Fruit," "Donkey Dog Pull," "Calf Hanging Carriage," "Sudden Roar," and "Immediately Accept," were recounted by Chen Yan.

Song Fei listened with fascination; seeing his master stop, he suddenly came to his senses, shouted to the few Embroidered Attire Envoys on the side, "What are you few standing there for?"

"The Lord has finished speaking, why don't you do it!"

The Embroidered Attire Envoys in the interrogation room were extremely excited; one by one, as if they had found a treasure, they walked toward the people on the torture rack and began to try it out personally.

Who in the Mingjing Si wouldn't be interested in torture?

"Chen Yan, you are truly cruel to the extreme!"

Zhao Gaoyuan, who hadn't been reached yet, felt a chill down his spine, his hair stood on end, and he cursed.

Only at this very moment did he know what it meant that one cannot judge a person by their appearance...

This Great Zhou Poetry Immortal with a handsome face was actually such a cruel and fierce person!

"This is just the beginning, isn't it?"

Chen Yan's mouth rose slightly, and he laughed, "Ze, the next one is called, Phoenix Sun Wing..."

"Tie the prisoner's hands and feet to the wooden rack separately, then twist the wooden rack like twisting a dough twist, making the prisoner's body joints twist and dislocate, in unbearable pain."

"My Lord is truly learned and accomplished, proficient in everything..."

"Truly a born Embroidered Attire Envoy!"

Song Fei marveled and admired in his heart.

It was by no means that his, Song Fei's, knowledge was shallow, but that any one of these, picked out at random, was more powerful than the tortures existing in the Mingjing Si.

And there was a wide variety, with no repeats...

Yuwen Ze seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Brother, where did you learn all these?"

He looked just like someone curious.

"These, my brother, were all invented through the painstaking efforts of an old friend of mine," Chen Yan said with a calm smile, patting Yuwen Ze on the shoulder with meaningful intent.

As the master of Lai Junchen, every kind of torture was clear in his heart.

After all, he was the one who read the Luo Zhi Jing!

"So that's how it is; if there is a chance, I must be introduced to this Brother Lai!" Yuwen Ze nodded and said.

Yuwen Ze really wanted to meet this old friend of his brother...

Being able to invent so many tortures, he was simply a genius among geniuses!

That might be a bit difficult... Chen Yan muttered in his heart, changed the subject, and continued, "Let me teach you one more, the torture at the bottom of my box!"

"It is called... Random Strum!"

Know Old Lai?

I'm afraid it will be more than two hundred years before he might be born...

Good stuff, hurry up and remember it... Everyone in the interrogation room heard this, and their eyes shone, all thirsty for knowledge.

After all, learning these things was making a profit!

Chen Yan didn't sell suspense; under the attention of the whole room, he introduced in a low voice, "Take two iron wires, pierce them through their external kidneys, and then pull them back and forth!"

He paused, pointed to Zhao Gaoyuan and He Yu, who hadn't been tortured yet, and laughed, "Since these two are so tough, then please let them taste the Random Strum properly!"

Chen Yan wasn't speaking empty words before; he really liked iron-boned tough guys.

Because the harder the bone, the more interesting it was to knock, and it deserved the most tormenting punishment...

(Random Strum Advanced Version: need that kind of thin iron wire, all covered with thorns, then pierce it through, then pierce it back, and finally sprinkle some salt and continue to pierce.)

"Obey!"

This time, without waiting for Song Fei to speak, two Embroidered Attire Envoys responded impatiently and went toward the two.

Zhao Gaoyuan only felt a chill in his crotch; he had imagined countless kinds of tortures, but had never thought of this one; looking at the Embroidered Attire Envoy and the iron wire approaching, he hardened his heart, turned his head, and shouted, "He Yu, think of your relatives!"

Obviously, Zhao Gaoyuan didn't know if Steward He could hold on, so he had to threaten him with his relatives.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The hysterical sound of pain was endless.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Zhao Gaoyuan's eyes were bloodshot, his cracked lips trembled slightly, yellow, white, and red things flowed slowly down his ankles, and his voice became weak but still firm: "Chen, just give up this thought!"

"I will absolutely not spit out any information unfavorable to my uncle!"

Zhao Gaoyuan didn't know how he had endured this extreme humiliation and torture.

But his will did not waver in the slightest...

And Steward He had long since fainted.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you spit it out or not..."

Chen Yan shrugged, not caring at all, and said, "I'm just purely itchy-handed, looking for an excuse to practice the punishment!"

"What?!"

Zhao Gaoyuan, who had finally endured it, was startled and surprised.

"Don't be so surprised..."

Chen Yan blinked, walked up slowly, got close to Zhao Gaoyuan, and said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Is there such a possibility that what I want is for you not to confess, but to take the blame?" ===== CHAPTER 118 =====