Chapter 343: Whipping the corpse

Thank heaven and earth, Wang Qiren had no obvious birthmark on his body.

The body Xiao Jin found also followed the crowd, without any obvious birthmark.

The old eunuch who identified the body, perhaps because the time was too long, perhaps because the memory was blurred, only said one sentence: Similar!

Chen Guanlou was sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, and heard it from far away.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The leading middle-aged eunuch asked the old eunuch in a low voice, "Are you sure? This matter cannot be wrong. Otherwise, there is no way to explain it."

The old eunuch nodded, "Report it up." This was confirming that the body was Wang Qiren.

The middle-aged eunuch immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay!"

Chen Guanlou heard this and thought the matter ended here.

Never expected that the follow-up was the main dish.

Whipping the corpse, he had only seen it in history books.

Never expected that he would witness it with his own eyes today.

How much did the old Emperor hate Wang Qiren, that he still had to whip the corpse after he died!

Damn it, that scene... a body that had already started to rot, and it was midsummer, whipping the corpse in the courtyard, imagining that picture, Chen Guanlou dodged out at the first time; he felt disgusted and dirty.

Fortunately, the palace didn't let the prison guards take on the heavy responsibility of whipping the corpse.

That whip, that force, one whip down, even a living person couldn't stand it, let alone a rotting body. The meat was shattered, the corpse oil... can't continue to think about it, too disgusting.

The old Emperor was not only old and muddled, but also exceptionally perverted.

Truly disgusting to the extreme!

Those eunuchs could actually endure it, one by one without changing their expressions, watching the entire corpse-whipping scene calmly. The morgue courtyard was also made disgusting and dirty, making it hard to step down.

The handymen's faces were white.

Too much, couldn't they go to the wild? They were willing to drag the body to the wild, rather than whipping the corpse in the courtyard.

Chen Guanlou decided that for at least a year in the future, he would never step into this place again.

Xiao Jin, although an old oil-slick, didn't expect his endurance to be worse than his, and vomited as soon as he walked out of the courtyard gate. His originally slightly dark face could see the white color. One could imagine how much suffering he had endured.

"That prisoner, what exactly did he do, that he wasn't satisfied after death, and still had to whip the corpse?" Xiao Jin had been working in the Heavenly Prison for many years, and it was also the first time he had seen corpse whipping, inevitably producing physical discomfort, and the whole person looked extremely wilted and disgusted.

Chen Guanlou was no better; he had a white face, looking more and more like a little white face. After this matter ended, he would definitely have to rest for a few days to recuperate his body and mind that had been tortured.

The corpse whipping ended, the people from the palace left, leaving behind a pile of messes.

Chen Guanlou waved his hand, gave the handymen an extra bonus, let the handymen clean it up as soon as possible, quickly collect the scattered corpse pieces, and drag them out to bury them.

The handymen were originally full of resentment, their faces pulled very long; low status didn't mean no emotions. They didn't dare to scold openly, but they complained a lot in private. Never expected that Prison Clerk Chen would generously give them a reward. With money, everything was easy to talk about; the resentment was gone, and the motivation was full. The work that was originally planned to be lazy for three days was finished that day.

After cleaning up, it was disinfection and incense, finally pressing down that pungent smell.

Chen Guanlou was not feeling well, wilted, and didn't even eat; he really had no appetite.

Lu Datou was lazy, ran to the office to drink tea, and rarely had the heart to bring a basket of fruit.

"Heard you didn't eat, why not eat some fruit? Sent by a prisoner's family, very fresh."

Lu Datou took a pear and took a bite; it was watery, and the water content was very sufficient.

Chen Guanlou also ate one; the sweetness couldn't compare to the improved varieties of later generations, the fruit acid taste was a bit heavy, but the water content was truly sufficient.

"What exactly is that person's identity? Even whipping the corpse. I was scared when I heard it." Lu Datou had a very strong curiosity.

Chen Guanlou endured the disgust and said, "God knows. I searched through the archives, but didn't find the prisoner's files. Imprisoned for decades, the Heavenly Prison guards have changed dozens of batches, and no one remembers."

Lu Datou tsked twice, "The Heavenly Prison is not the Imperial Prison next door, still playing this set of whipping the corpse. If that prisoner was really that important, why not imprison him in the Imperial Prison?"

"How would I know. This year's luck is a bit moldy. Since being promoted to prison clerk, there has been no peace. Things are one after another."

Chen Guanlou began to doubt whether he was offending the Tai Sui this year, hesitating whether to find a fortune teller to take a look.

Lu Datou actively gave him ideas, "Do you want to go to the temple to burn incense? I also feel that after the year started, your luck is a bit moldy. However, every time you can turn bad luck into good luck."

Chen Guanlou wanted to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily, but felt it was not reliable.

Every time he could turn bad luck into good luck, it proved that he had some luck on him. If he held the wrong Buddha's feet and worshipped the wrong Bodhisattva, wouldn't it be moldy on top of moldy?

Or just stay put.

Lu Datou was introducing him to which Taoist temple was spiritual, where the monks and Taoists were accurate in fortune-telling, and where drawing lots was spiritual. He also told him that the old slovenly man under the bridge in the south of the city was very accurate in fortune-telling, but the asking price was a bit high.

"Why don't I accompany you to the south of the city tomorrow to find the old slovenly man to calculate your luck. How about it?"

"No! I believe in myself!"

Chen Guanlou believed more in his intuition.

He and Wang Qiren met for the second time and found that this person was full of ghost talk, packaging himself as an innocent victim, and everyone else was wrong. He didn't believe it, and from then on never went to the deepest part of the Heavenly Prison to see the other party, thus avoiding falling into the other party's quagmire.

If he hadn't escaped in time, Zhang Daohe would have brought people to break out of prison, and there would definitely be many troubles, fearing that he would get deeper and deeper.

Originally, on the first and fifteenth of the month, Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei would hold a big meeting to brush his presence, reminding everyone to hand in silver on time. But because of the corpse-whipping incident, Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei felt the Heavenly Prison was disgusting, dirty, smelled foul, and the Feng Shui was ruined, worrying about offending his luck, so the meeting on the fifteenth of this month was cancelled, and the private secretary came forward to negotiate with the prison clerks to set the share money.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei was greedy; this matter was recognized by everyone.

The most particular about decency, the most particular about official rules, and the most particular about eating appearance was the Fan Jiang Jiang Yucheng who had read the most books and had official merits, followed by the previous Niu Jiang Jiang Yucheng.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei had the lowest origin, climbed up from the very bottom, had the ugliest eating appearance, and was the greediest. As soon as he came, he increased the share money by ten percent, and the increased ten percent became a rule, which had to be handed in every month.

The prison clerks and prison guards were cursing this person as a thief, a greedy thief!

"Be careful of choking to death!"

Facing the Fu private secretary beside Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei, everyone was polite on the surface, but turned their heads and rolled their eyes, feeling disgusted. It was more disgusting than whipping the corpse two days ago.

Fu private secretary took the chicken feather as an arrow, and his attitude towards this group of prison clerks was very average, even appearing very indifferent. He displayed the arrogance of a scholar to the fullest. Unless enough silver was given and the person was served comfortably, he would not be willing to give a smile.

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