Chapter 113

In the deepest part of the underground prison of the Judicial Department, there was a cold, metallic torture chamber. This was where Yan Chaoyang was imprisoned.

As the interrogation room of the highest standard in the Judicial Department, there were all kinds of instruments of torture: crescent-shaped guillotines, scythe-shaped soul-sucking covers, scalding irons the size of washbasins, gray heart-connected nose rings, sharp knives specially used for skinning, clamps as tall as a man … Apart from dazzling the eyes, one would also sigh in awe at the sight of such an eye-opener. Ordinary people had never even heard of such things, let alone seen them. Only a vicious bandit like Yan Chaoyang could enjoy such treatment.

Yan Chaoyang was chained to the south of the torture chamber. His limbs were shackled by iron chains as thick as an arm, locked by four hanging rings from the left, right, top, and bottom. Then, he was tied to a copper pillar with a black gold chain.

The copper pillar itself was also a torture tool, and it was called "Burning Iron." Burning iron was a cruel punishment. The core of the pillar was hollow, and the prisoner was tied to it. Then, red-hot charcoal was poured into the opening of the pillar until it was full. The black charcoal was sealed in the narrow copper pipe, so it was more resistant to burning. During the execution, new charcoal would be added. The prisoner tied to it would have his flesh slowly roasted, and his blood would slowly evaporate. Because of the design of the copper pillar, the temperature of the charcoal was not enough to burn him to death, but it would slowly torture him.

The two guards meticulously carried out their duties, and their eyes never left Yan Chaoyang for a moment.

"I think I heard someone's laughter."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice like an old broken bellows sounded in the torture chamber. It was like a knife was being grinded in the ears, stimulating the nerves in the brain.

The two guards widened their eyes, and their bodies suddenly tensed up. They nervously watched Yan Chaoyang's reaction.

"Who, who is laughing? No one is laughing! "the guard on the left said in a trembling voice.

Yan Chaoyang suddenly raised his head.

He was so scared that he almost cried out. He took two steps back before he realized he had lost his composure. He quickly stopped and said angrily, "What are you doing? Don't you know you are tied to the burning iron? Don't do anything, or I will pour the charcoal down and roast you until you are seventy percent done! "

"Don't be nervous. I mean no harm."

Yan Chaoyang smiled.

That's right, his face that was as cold as a blade actually revealed a smile that was as warm as the sun. It was simply as inconceivable as the sun rising from the west.

The guards, of course, didn't know how he usually behaved. They only felt that his smile made them feel inexplicably at ease, and they suddenly felt that this guy might not be a bad person.

"Did you hear that? Someone is laughing." Yan Chaoyang asked softly.

The guard on the left saw that he didn't seem to struggle, so he was not so scared anymore. He scolded, "What are you talking about? Who dares to laugh in the prison of the Judicial Department?"

Yan Zhaoyang said, "No, it's not from here, it came from outside. The scenes of the past came to my mind one by one. My mood was like the lid of a wine bottle being opened, the spring breeze suddenly passed by, the golden wine bottle rippled … "

The guard on the left was getting bolder. He didn't wait for him to finish and interrupted him with a sneer, "The people of Jianghu call you Mister Second. They respect your spear, not your half-baked wine. Even I have heard of the name of the Dragon Soul Spear. Last night, the news of you suppressing four first-grade martial artists by yourself has spread. Now they call you the number one under the cultivation state. But, but, even if you are the number one under the cultivation state, how do you know that someone is laughing outside? The guard on the left gradually grew bolder. Without waiting for him to finish, he sneered and interrupted, "The people of Jianghu call you Mister Second. They respect your spear, not your half-baked Jiu Shi. Even I have heard of the name of the Dragon Soul Spear. Besides, last night, the news of you suppressing four first-grade martial artists alone has already spread. Now, they call you the number one person below the Cultivation Realm. But, but, but, even if you are the number one person below the Cultivation Realm, how would you know that there are people laughing outside? Don't think of me as a layman who doesn't know anything. "

"Are you not a layman? He just woke up and raised his head, and you almost peed your pants. "The guard on the right did not give him any face and laughed mercilessly.

The guard on the left blushed, but he still argued, "What do you know? Be careful of that boat!"

"Someone is really laughing." Yan Zhaoyang smiled and said, "I can't forget that laughter. After all, he's our brother. When I was young, I hated his laughter the most. It always gave me nightmares. In my dreams, there was a ghost who looked as beautiful as him sitting by my bed, smiling at me incessantly. Although I was already a bandit, I still couldn't help but pee my bed. Every time, they would laugh at me for a long time. "

The two guards looked at each other, not knowing what he was trying to say.

The guard on the right said coldly, "No one has ever been able to break out of the prison of the Judicial Department. No matter what you say, no one can save you, and you can't escape. I hope you can cooperate with us, and we'll all be fine. Otherwise, I'll teach you what we're capable of."

"I just woke up and felt a little emotional." Yan Chaoyang said with a smile.

"Hmph, once you enter the Judicial Department, even if you don't die, you will lose a layer of skin." The guard on the right said, "This is the rule set by our commander himself. Soon, someone will come to execute you. They will burn you to show you the power of the Judicial Department. Then, they will send you to be a bandit and harm the people. "

"Alas, people are not saints. Everyone makes mistakes." Yan Chaoyang sighed. "To be honest, my dream since I was a child was to be a winemaker and use the money I earned to help the poor. I never thought I would become a bandit."

He paused for a while and said, "Oh right, do you like to drink? I can invite you to drink the wine that I brewed myself. I'm not bragging, but there's almost no one who doesn't like the wine that I brewed. I've also developed a strong wine called 'Fire from Beyond the Heavens'. I guarantee that you'll be drunk after drinking it — Ah! "

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a scream. The expressions of the two guards changed at the same time. The guard on the right said sternly, "Yan Zhaoyang, what tricks are you playing now?"

"No, I'm not." Yan Chaoyang said innocently. He then raised his chin and pointed to the corner of the torture room, under a rack of torture tools.

The two guards looked over suspiciously. They saw a gray-haired rat stuck in the gap between the clamps on the rack of torture tools. It was struggling and squeaking in panic.

"It's just a rat. What are you shouting for?" The guard on the left said angrily.

Yan Zhaoyang said with a smile, "The Heavens have the virtue of cherishing life. Although it doesn't look very beautiful, it is still a life. I'll have to trouble the two of you to help it out of its predicament."

The guard on the right sneered. "How many people have you, Yanshan Robber, killed? Just in Lianyun Mountain alone, hundreds of thousands of lives were lost. You are insane. Now you are talking to me about the virtue of cherishing life. Don't you think it's funny? "

Yan Chaoyang said with a smile, "If I can make you laugh and be happy, it will be a meritorious deed. I would like to ask you to help me after you are done laughing. "

The two guards' faces suddenly became strange. This Mister Second was not as terrible and cruel as the rumors said. He was more like a merciful monk.

"I'm not going to save him." The guard on the right sneered. "I'm not afraid to tell you that the thing I hate the most in my life is rats. I will only be happy when it is clamped to death. There is no reason for me to save it."

"If you are not willing to save him, can you let me go and let me do it myself?" Yan Chaoyang said with a smile. "Don't worry. I will not take the opportunity to escape and violate your duty."

"Ha!" The guard on the left sneered. "You said so many things, but in the end, you just want to escape. Do you think we are three-year-old children who will fall for your stupid trick?"

"Sigh, if you won't let me go, then I will come out myself."

Yan Chaoyang sighed. Then, for some reason, he got down from the torture tools. The torture tools that bound him seemed to have become illusions and had lost their effect.

"You, you, you, you, what did you do?" The two guards retreated in fear.