Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 1295 Torture
"Crack!"

This sudden sound echoed in Zhang Yu's consciousness. He was startled, and then a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He looked at the wooden box intently, only to see the lid slowly open. A cloud of dust that seemed to have traveled through time was gently raised and quickly dissipated into the air.

Zhang Yu's expression was instantly replaced by a look of joy that was difficult to conceal.

He turned around cautiously, his eyes completely attracted by two objects lying quietly in the box - an exquisite key and a neatly folded handkerchief.

The surface of the key glowed with a faint silver glow and was engraved with complex patterns, which made it look extraordinary at first glance.

Zhang Yu turned the key over and over, trying to find clues from every detail, but unfortunately, apart from the exquisite craftsmanship, he did not find any words or marks that directly pointed to its purpose.

The small handkerchief, on the other hand, looked even more plain, with an elegant orchid embroidered on the white cloth. The stitches were so fine that one could tell at a glance the care with which the person who embroidered the handkerchief put in place the work.

Zhang Yu looked around and realized that he was the only one left in the carriage.

The secretary and the woman went to eat, and the old lady took her grandchildren to the toilet.

He quietly took out the handkerchief from the space and gently unfolded it. A faint orchid fragrance quietly drifted away, instantly surrounding him, as if it could soothe the restlessness and anxiety in people's hearts.

However, his attention at this moment was not on the fragrance.

He was completely attracted by the humble words on the handkerchief.

Staring intently at the line of words - "Baoding xxx".

Looking at the address, Zhang Yu frowned.

Not to mention Baoding, he always felt that the address at the back was familiar.

Let him think about it, let him think about it carefully.

Where had he heard this address?

Zhang Yu frowned and thought for a long time, but still felt familiar, but couldn't remember it.

He planned to go back and ask his uncle, whose hometown was Baoding, and maybe he would know the place name.

In the next two days, Zhang Yu would take out the key and play with it from time to time.

After a long time, he really discovered that something was wrong.

The pattern carved on the key does not seem to be carved randomly, but may be some kind of auspicious pattern.

He found a piece of ink and enlarged the pattern on the key.

map!

The pattern engraved on the key is a map.

Zhang Yu opened his mouth slightly in disbelief.

But in a moment I was pleasantly surprised again.

The person who brought complete contrast to Zhang Yu's joy was Fu Baoshan.

He had no escape after all.

Fu Baoshan was captured and then taken quietly to a dark basement where there was no sunlight, only cold air and harsh echoes.

He was ruthlessly tied to a thick pillar, his body trembling slightly with pain and fear, but he was powerless to resist.

Fu Baoshan slowly fell into a coma under this torture.

The hourglass of time passed slowly in the endless darkness, until one day later, a middle-aged man with a sinister face and eyes as sharp as knives stepped into this forgotten corner.

His arrival made the already depressing atmosphere even heavier.

The middle-aged man stood in front of Fu Baoshan, quietly examining his prey. His condescending attitude made people feel chilly.

He waved his hand lightly, and the men beside him immediately understood. They brought a basin of ice-cold water and poured it on Fu Baoshan mercilessly.

The cold water cut through the air like a sharp blade, instantly waking him up from his coma.

Fu Baoshan suddenly opened his eyes, and before him was the face that made his soul tremble. He shuddered involuntarily, as if he had encountered the most terrifying nightmare in the world.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man curled up a meaningful smile. He gently lifted Fu Baoshan's chin with the fan in his hand, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Are you surprised to see me?"

His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a hammer hitting Fu Baoshan's heart.

Seeing this, Fu Baoshan immediately put on a flattering smile and said in a trembling voice: "Third Master, what are you talking about? It is my great honor to meet you here."

As he spoke, he secretly observed the Third Master's expression, trying to find a glimmer of hope from this gloomy face.

Then, he looked at the ropes around him in surprise, and continued in puzzlement, "Third Master, this...what's going on? Why am I here? If you have any orders, just say a word, and I will go through fire and water for you. There's really no need to do this..."

However, the Third Master just sneered, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule.

He suddenly slapped Fu Baoshan's face twice with the fan, with such force that Fu Baoshan's cheeks turned red and swollen instantly.

"Fu Baoshan, stop pretending here. You know better than anyone why I asked you to come here."

There was unquestionable majesty in the words of the Third Master.

Before he finished speaking, the Third Master impatiently grabbed the whip beside him and whipped Fu Baoshan mercilessly.

Every whip was accompanied by Fu Baoshan's heart-wrenching wail. The sound of whips and screams intertwined and echoed in the dark basement.

The Third Master beat and cursed at the same time, his face becoming hideous and ferocious with anger.

"Why don't you ask around and see who dares to touch my things in this area? You are so brave!"

Fu Baoshan was beaten all over and could only beg for mercy: "Third Master, please forgive me this time, I really didn't take your things, I really didn't take your things..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, but his words for mercy never stopped, until finally, only intermittent moans and pleas for mercy were left echoing in the endless darkness.

The Third Master's sneer echoed in the empty room, with a bit of disdain and ridicule.

He threw away the whip in his hand, and the crisp sound seemed to be the end of the ultimatum against Baoshan.

The subordinates were well-trained and immediately brought a carved wooden chair and placed it respectfully behind the Third Master, who sat down.

He snorted coldly, his voice filled with unquestionable majesty: "Don't play tricks on me, Fu Baoshan, your life is worthless now."

"I don't know... I don't know what you are talking about, Master San?"

The Third Master sneered, his face full of anger. He said playfully, "I don't know, haha, I don't know!"

Upon seeing this, his subordinates hurriedly handed over a cup of tea. The Third Master took a sip and his expression relaxed a little, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.

He leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of the chair, swaying lightly on his toes, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of being in control of everything.

He gently lifted Fu Baoshan's chin with his toes, forcing him to look at him.

The eyes of the Third Master seemed to be able to see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

"Tell me, where is the thing hidden?" Fu Baoshan's face looked even paler under the dim light, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes - fear of an unknown fate and desire for the endless temptation of the treasure.

At this critical moment, greed and reason fought fiercely in his heart.

In the end, greed prevailed.

The things in the back of the box could ensure that he and his descendants would have no worries about food and clothing, and live a life of luxury, with beautiful women by their side.

He didn't want to take it out, and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life working for money.

You have to know that every time you go into the tomb, you have to tuck your head onto your belt. If out of 10 people, it's considered good if 5 can come up.

The key point is that people like San Ye were too greedy. He risked his life to get something, but it didn't belong to him. In the end, he only gave them less than 1% of the value of the thing.

How could he be willing to continue to be controlled by others?

So when he heard the rumor from his companions and looked at the box that he had obtained at the risk of his life, he was definitely tempted.

And God is helping him too.

When he went up, the person on guard had already been taken care of.

He used some tricks to get rid of the only remaining companion and quietly ran away with the things.

Fu Baoshan looked at the Third Master with a flattering look on his face, and even tried to struggle: "Third Master, the things are really not with me. Even if you give me ten more courage, I dare not take your things!"

Fu Baoshan said it so sincerely that people who don't know him might believe it.

However, the Third Master was not moved at all. He just shook his head lightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Fu Baoshan, you are still quibbling at this point. Do you think I will really come to you without any preparation? Since I opened my mouth, I must be fully confident.

Now, I give you two choices: either confess voluntarily, and perhaps you can save your life; or, have a taste of Duan Er's "craftsmanship."

After saying that, the subordinate beside him, who received a signal from the Third Master, looked eager to try.

As he walked, he said, "Third Master, I have a new set of prints. They are very beautiful. I think you haven't seen them yet. Do you want to take a look?"

Before Fu Baoshan could react to what this meant, he saw the subordinate pick up a red-hot iron and walk towards him with a smile.

The Third Master also smiled: "I have heard that you are good at forging patterns, but I haven't seen it yet. I must appreciate it carefully today."

"Third Master, hold it up. I am not called Duan Er for nothing. My ancestors were masters of hand gestures for silver shops. They were good at all kinds of tricks. But my descendants were unfilial and offended the rich and powerful. Later, I was reduced to swinging a sledgehammer.

But Third Master, don’t look at me swinging a sledgehammer, the craftsmanship passed down from my ancestors is definitely not bad.”

As he said this, he walked towards Fu Baoshan with the branding iron in his hand, smiling.

Fu Baoshan's face was full of fear, but he was involuntarily attracted by the conversation between the two people.

He subconsciously glanced at the red-hot iron. Although it was red hot, he could still vaguely see the delicate pattern on it.

Fu Baoshan gritted his teeth and wanted to hold on a little longer.

With those things, he can become a superior person for the rest of his life.

By the time he reacted, Duan Er had already walked in front of Fu Baoshan. The branding iron in his hand glowed a terrifying red in the firelight, and the smile on his twisted face looked particularly hideous.

"Brother Fu, we are acquainted with each other through fighting. Let Duan leave a special mark on you today."

Fu Baoshan's eyes widened in horror. He tried to struggle but found that he had been tied up and couldn't move. He could only watch as Duan Er's iron slowly approached, and a burning smell instantly filled the air.

The sizzling sound of burning flesh echoed in the air. It was a sound that made people's scalps tingle and their souls tremble.

Fu Baoshan seemed to really hear the sound of his body being engulfed by flames and fat oozing out, which was proof that his vitality was gradually fading away.

His face was as pale as paper, and sweat and tears mixed together, blurring his vision.

"Ah!" Another miserable scream pierced the night sky.

After half an hour of torture, Fu Baoshan had almost exhausted all his strength.

He hung his head, dying.

If he hadn't been tied up with ropes, he would have collapsed to the ground.

However, even in this situation, he still did not give in.

"Tell me, where is the thing?" The Third Master's voice was cold and cruel, his eyes were full of impatience and murderous intent.

That thing has already attracted the attention of others. He can't waste any more time and must find it as soon as possible.

The power of those people is not something he can stop.

Once those people take action, he will definitely not be able to keep that thing.

The Third Master would never allow the cooked duck to fly away again.

Fu Baoshan raised his head with difficulty and said with all his strength: "Third Master, I really don't know. Even if you kill me today, I don't know where that thing is."

At this moment, the whole room fell into deathly silence.

The Third Master and Duan Er looked at each other.

If he was not sure that the information he had obtained was accurate, San Ye would have suspected that he had found the wrong person. Fu Baoshan was the only person who survived at that time, and the thing must be in his hands.

"Since the thing is not in your hands, then what have you been hiding for the past six months?"

Fu Baoshan begged for mercy: "Third Master, I really didn't take your things. When I came up from the tomb, everyone was dead."

Fu Baoshan lowered his head to hide the hatred in his eyes.

He is a man who is afraid of death, but he is even more greedy.

Moreover, he knew clearly in his heart that even if he handed over the things, in order to keep the secret, the Third Master might not let him go.

In the end, you will still die.

Instead of doing that, it’s better to grit your teeth and say you don’t know.

Who knows, you might even be able to save your life.

Unable to pry Fu Baoshan's mouth open, the Third Master could no longer maintain his previous calm attitude.

His face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness and composure.

In anger, he threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and the fragments flew everywhere, making a crisp and harsh sound.

He clenched his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of threats and unwillingness: "Okay, Fu Baoshan, you have guts! Since you won't say it, then let's see, is your mouth harder, or my method harder!"

After saying that, the Third Master turned around and left angrily, each step he took was extremely heavy, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on the ground.

As he walked, he coldly ordered his men behind him: "Keep an eye on him. When he is willing to speak, give him food. I want to see whether his bones are hard or his stomach can't hold it first!"

The men responded quickly, a trace of awe for the Third Master's methods flashing in their eyes.

Watching the Third Master leave, a hint of relief flashed across Fu Baoshan's eyes.