Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Xiao County.

"Where are the people?" Wei Shao's face was gloomy and his voice was cold.

The dark half knelt in front of him, "Master, in the dark room."

Wei Shao was betrayed by his subordinates and almost died, but now he finally caught the traitor.

Following An Yi into the dark room, there was a man tied up on a staff stool, dying.

Before he came here, An Yi had already tortured him for a round.

"Master, I have been punished for an hour and haven't said anything." An Yi spoke respectfully.

Wei Shao looked over with cold eyes. The man lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and had terrible wounds all over his body.

An Yi stood beside him holding a whip, "Master, do you still want to hit me?"

Wei Shao walked over and squatted down to look at the man on the torture rack.

"Song Jingsheng, tell me, who asked you to betray me?"

Song Jingsheng struggled to raise his eyelids, and there were dry wounds on the corners of his mouth. He curled his lips and smiled, and blood beads were exposed on the dry wounds.

"Bah, don't expect anything from me, I won't say anything!" Song Jingsheng laughed.

Wei Shao walked over and said in his ear: "Do you know what the ten major punishments are?"

"You want to torture me? Are you using it too little? Just use whatever you want on me. I'm not afraid of anything. Wei Shao, why don't you just kill me!" Song Jingsheng shouted.

The corner of Wei Shao's mouth raised a cruel arc, "Do you know what ant punishment is?"

Ant torture involves beating the skin with a whip dipped in honey. Then, when there is no good meat on the whole body, a bucket of ants is brought in and the ants are poured directly onto the ground.

Ants like sweet things, and one by one they lined up to crawl into the scar along the honey, burrowing into the flesh and blood of the wound.

Song Jingsheng was once a subordinate of Wei Shao, so he naturally knew the punishments, such as ant punishment, acupuncture punishment, and "promotion to a noble rank"...

Song Jingsheng has also been to the cells, seen the miserable state of these prisoners, and remembers how painful those people must be.

Each one howled at the top of their lungs, and Song Jingsheng also felt frightened more than once in those howls.

But he has never tried it after all. Just seeing the punishment is enough to scare him, and if it is used on him, life will be worse than death.

"An Yi, torture." Wei Shao said coldly.

An Yi said "yes" and clapped his hands. A man walked in from the door, carrying a bucket. When he opened the lid, he saw dense ants crawling out uncontrollably.

An Yi walked to the other side, soaked the whip in honey, took it out, dripped the thick liquid, and hit Song Jingsheng hard.

With each thrust, he screamed in horror, until there was no good piece of flesh left in his body.

The dense scars were all stained with the thickness of honey.

An Yi kicked the bucket down, and the black ants swarmed towards Song Jingsheng in dense numbers, as if they were going to drown him.

Ants scrambled to get into his scars, making them itchy and painful.

Song Jingsheng roared in pain, just like the people he had seen in the cell before.

"Are you going to say it or not?" Wei Shao's ghostly voice suddenly appeared.

Song Jingsheng shuddered. He seemed to hate Wei Shao so much that he said without hesitation: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you."

"Dark one, acupuncture." Wei Shao looked at him coldly.

Another man brought a bucket of water over and poured the water directly on Song Jingsheng's body. The ants were immediately washed away.

Only the ants hiding deep in the wound were not washed away by the water.

And An Yi has already brought a needle. Acupuncture, as the name suggests, uses a needle to prick the wound. The pain is unimaginable.

Song Jingsheng's face no longer looked like a human being. The needle was inserted directly into his wound and pushed in bit by bit. Severe pain came over him, as if he was dead.

A quarter of an hour later, all the wounds were pricked with silver needles.

Song Jingsheng's whole body convulsed, he was really going to die, and he even started to roll his eyes.

Wei Shao leaned over again and whispered in his ear: "Are you still unwilling to explain? Who wants you to kill me?"

Song Jingsheng shook his head, his eyes turned red and widened, and he gritted his teeth, "Kill me, Wei Shao, stab me to death with one knife!"

"Kill you? Oh, the person I single-handedly promoted, the person I trusted very much, turned out to betray me. It would be too easy to kill you. If you still refuse to tell me, I will send a doctor to save you. Letting you continue to live is worse than death." Wei Shao's voice was cold.

Song Jingsheng's eyes widened, and he wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

But his jaw had been removed and he couldn't bite his tongue at all.

It's so painful, so painful!

But the torture was not over yet, An Yi brought a bucket of vinegar and some blank papers.

The men laid Song Jingsheng down and tied his limbs with thick hemp ropes.

Song Jingsheng no longer had the strength to stop him. He didn't even have the strength to struggle. He just looked at them weakly, "What are you going to do?"

"You don't know how to get promoted?" Wei Shao raised his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, An Yi walked in front of Song Jingsheng, covered Song Jingsheng's face with a piece of white paper, then picked up the bucket of vinegar and poured it directly on his face.

It was hard to breathe, and Song Jingsheng felt like he was about to suffocate.

But unfortunately, he couldn't die.

There were more and more papers, more and more vinegar was poured out, and it became even more difficult for him to breathe.

When he was about to be muffled to death, under Wei Shao's instruction, An Yi removed the paper from Song Jingsheng's face.

"Is it painful?" Wei Shao asked.

Song Jingsheng gasped for air, "You must die a good death!"

"I died once a long time ago." Wei Shao's eyes were full of shadows. He could not forget that he was seriously injured and almost died because of Song Jingsheng's betrayal. Fortunately, he was taken back by Zhao Zhizhi's family.

"I hate you."

"You hate me?" Wei Shao's eyes were full of sarcasm, "When you were bullied, I helped you get justice, I gave you the opportunity to join the army, I gave you a new life, you hate me?"

Song Jingsheng's eyes were empty. Although he was still breathing, he seemed dead.

"Kill me." He opened his mouth slightly and said weakly.

Wei Shao stood a little further away, "Looking at you now, I wish I hadn't saved you. At least it would be better than being betrayed like this by someone I trusted. Look at you now, you are in such a mess that you don't even look like a human being."

He sighed, "An Yi, give him a good time." Wei Shao was no longer interested in reading any more.

An Yi was startled, but he absolutely obeyed Wei Shao's order. He picked up a knife and walked up to Song Jingsheng.

Wei Shao turned around and was about to leave, but Song Jingsheng finally spoke and secretly removed the knife in front of his neck, "General, I betrayed you because my family was caught. I'm sorry for you. I said those words that I hate you for. I just want you to kill me directly, I’m sorry, General.”

Wei Shao paused, but only for a moment, and then left directly.