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As the Shimen closed behind him, the coldness crawled along his ankles to his back, and the endless screams from the dungeon lingered in Yin Yuan's ears.

Xu Xiao led Yin Yuan all the way to the depths of the dungeon, towards the torture chamber where the screams came from.

There are hundreds of cells in the dungeon. Some people are lying on the ground dying, some are holding on to the railing desperately to call for help, some are staring at the two of them with bruises and bruises, some are stupidly writing on the wall with blood, and some are weeping for help. Grabbing land, someone kept talking about something, all kinds of tragedies, and so on.

Finally, Yin Yuan followed Xu Xiao to the execution room, the sound of crying and cursing was separated by a door, and people were terrified to hear it. If ordinary people were not tortured, they would want to kneel down and beg for mercy.

There are sixteen torture chambers in the dungeon, which are arranged according to the depth of punishment. It is said that the most painful punishment is in the last torture chamber.

Xu Xiao walked to the torture room, and showed the guard's badge. The guard standing in front of the torture room took the badge, took a look, and handed it over, "The regent ordered Miss Li to go to the writing room alone."

Xu Xiao was stunned for a moment, then turned slightly to make way for Yin Yuan, looking at her like looking at a dead person.

It's really pitiful for a champion to be tired by a man, who obviously didn't make a mistake, but has to be folded here.

The first floor door of the execution room was opened, and the woman howled, cursed, and cried desperately, as if she was scrambling to escape from hell.

Unfortunately, the only escape was the sound.

Yin Yuan walked into the torture room slowly, and the stone door slowly closed behind him. If it was said that just entering the dungeon made people tremble with coldness, then in the torture room, there seemed to be hell karma trying to swallow people through the door.

As long as you open any door, you can fall into hell.

Yin Yuan walked to the deepest place step by step. With the sound of people begging for mercy, Yin Yuan seemed to smell the smell of meat being roasted by fire. It is not difficult to guess that the punishment after going out is all related to fire.

The iron door on the left side of the front was suddenly opened, and two women dressed as guards came out dragging a person in their hands.

The person being dragged has passed out. This person is ragged, covered in blood, and there is no good flesh on his body. Yin Yuan can't even confirm the gender of this person, because his face and body have been completely destroyed. The hot blood from the soldering iron was bloody, and the blood dripped all over the ground, and the person was still unconsciously groaning in a coma.

The two guards were stunned for a moment when they saw Yin Yuan, and then they thought that the person who could enter here must have received the order.

The two looked at Yin Yuan with a strange light in their eyes, and they looked her up and down.

Like a butcher sizing up an animal about to be slaughtered.

Yin Yuan stood aside to make way for the two of them.

The two guards dragged the man as if they were dragging something dead, leaving a long bloodstain on the ground.

When passing by, the guard's eyes were firmly glued to Yin Yuan's body.

A guard's eyes seemed to say that the death penalty had never been executed on such a beautiful woman.

The eyes of the other guard seemed to be saying, if a red-hot iron was imprinted on such white and greasy skin, what kind of meat would it taste like?

Yin Yuan just pretended that there was no one here but himself, and continued to walk forward.

Before seeing Le Zhengrong, he had already received her small gift.

Letting myself see, hear, and feel the pain of others is nothing more than trying to scare myself psychologically and make myself shrink back.

Finally came to the deepest cell, "the dry character room."

Yin Yuan raised his hand and knocked on the irons.

The next moment, the irons were opened from the inside, hot air rushed in, and the scene in the execution room came into view.

The stone wall of the cell, which was supposed to be dark, was now surrounded by the firelight reflected by the charcoal brazier placed in the center of the cell.

The cell was not small, but it seemed a little narrow because it was filled with various instruments of torture. There were bright red or brown blood stains all over the place. The woman who was tied to the rack at this moment had obviously been tortured.

From head to toe, the woman no longer has a perfect place, and the nails on her fingertips are no longer there. The whole body seems to have been soaked in blood. At this moment, there is more air intake and less air output.

The guard who opened the door was the guard standing beside the iron gate, and as Yin Yuan entered the cell door, she closed the cell door again.

The two guards in the cell got some orders, neither of them spoke to Yin Yuan, except to open the door for her, as if she was not here.

It was already summer at this time, and Yin Yuan, who was wearing a high-necked skirt, was standing in the execution room that was grilled by charcoal fire. He should have been sweating profusely, but the tragic scene in the torture room made Yin Yuan feel a chill in his heart.

Although Yin Yuan is ruthless to herself, she seldom is ruthless to others or watches others being tortured.

At this moment, Yin Yuan lowered his eyes slightly, telling himself that all this was just in Yue Qing's mind.

Standing in front of the rack was the guard who was executing the execution. She was wearing heavy gloves and taking out the red hot iron stick from the charcoal fire.

Picking up the ironing stick, she didn't ask any questions, and directly pressed the red-hot ironing stick to the woman's navel.

"Chi Chi," the soldering iron smoked against the meat, making a trembling sound.

The woman, who was already unable to scream, let out a shrill scream, "Ah!" and finally passed out.

The guard withdrew the stick, and the part where the stick and the meat were stuck together was pulled again, "Ah!" The woman woke up again because of the severe pain.

The guard threw the stick back into the charcoal brazier, and turned to look at Yin Yuan.

The place where the woman was tortured was bloody and bloody, and she passed out again because of the loss of penis.

Yin Yuan lowered his head as if no one was looking at him.

There was an eerie silence in the torture room, only the crackling of charcoal fire and the sound of blood dripping, Yin Yuan seemed to be a fish facing the knife and was about to be slaughtered.

A "crash" broke the silence, and the iron door was pushed open from the outside.

Someone pushed away the iron men behind Yin Yuan, and the guard, whose eyes were still glistening with blood just now, knelt down.

Yin Yuan didn't need to turn around to know that Le Zhengrong was coming.

She turned around and knelt down, but Le Zhengrong didn't let her get up.

However, the two guards untied the person from the torture rack and supported him out of the torture room.

A pair of white boots appeared in front of Yin Yuan's eyes. In the blood-stained execution room, these white boots seemed to be silently mocking something.

"stand up."

"Thank you, Regent, for your grace." The voice became hoarse more than once.

Yin Yuan got up and lowered his head.

"Boom," Le Zhengrong threw something into the charcoal brazier.

"Wen Zhao is scared?" Le Zhengrong's voice was incompatible with this torture room, she was like snow on the mountains and spring breeze in April, she shouldn't be stained with this dazzling red.

Yin Yuan lowered her head and began to take off her dress, but Le Zhengrong didn't make a sound to stop her.

Yin Yuan took off only his inner garment, and spread the stripped dress between the torture rack and the charcoal brazier, covering part of the fresh blood.

Le Zhengrong stepped on Yin Yuan's dress slowly, and her voice was difficult to discern, and it was no longer blindly peaceful, "Wen Zhao, let's take a look at the branding that this king prepared for you."

Yin Yuan walked to the charcoal brazier, what Le Zhengrong just threw into it should be the branding iron used to burn slave marks.

Lan Country's slave seal is the size of a copper coin and has two styles.

One is printed on the slaves used to buy and sell coolies, and this kind of slaves can be bought and sold at will and given away.The pattern of the slave seal is unified with the word "slave".

The other is printed on the slave pets used by rich and noble families to show their wealth. This kind of slave pets are usually not bought or sold, but will be given to guests by the master for fun.The pattern of the slave seal is a circle of orchids surrounding the master's surname to represent the family's slave favor.

At this time, the soldering iron in the charcoal brazier was blocked by the charcoal fire, and Yin Yuan couldn't see the pattern clearly.

She knelt at Le Zhengrong's feet and asked, "Can Wen Zhao make a wish?"

Le Zhengrong looked at Yin Yuan, who was only wearing his coat, his gaze sank, "Speak."

Yin Yuan looked up at Le Zhengrong, with a hint of longing in his voice, "The regent please brand Wen Zhao as a slave."

Le Zhengrong looked at the person kneeling under him, "I'm afraid Wen Zhao will regret it, but if the king wants to do it himself, Wen Zhao needs to do two things."

Yin Yuan said without hesitation, as if the red-hot iron didn't scare her at all, "Wen Zhao can do it."

Le Zhengrong rubbed the finger on the thumb with his index finger, "First, I won't bind you, but you can't move. Second, I will choose where to burn."

Just as Yin Yuan was about to speak, Le Zhengrong stared into her eyes and said again, "Wen Zhao should know the fate of those who break their promises in front of this king."

Yin Yuan stared straight back at Le Zhengrong, completely ignoring the danger in her words, and showed Le Zhengrong the admiration in her eyes, "Thank you Regent for your kindness."

Le Zhengrong didn't speak again, she held the soldering iron with her internal strength to block the temperature of the soldering iron, "Get up."

Yin Yuan got up from the ground, tore off a hem of his coat, and bit it in his mouth.

Le Zhengrong didn't do anything to her right away, but casually stroked the charcoal fire with a branding iron, as if to give Yin Yuan a chance to refute.

But Yin Yuan knew that there was no way out, she stopped now, but she was dead.

Finally, Le Zhengrong seemed to have had enough fun and raised the soldering iron.

Yin Yuan could clearly see the pattern on the soldering iron, the word "Rong" was surrounded by a circle of orchids.

For this pattern, Yin Yuan had a preconceived idea. At this moment, she smiled as if she was rewarded.

This smile is not the charming and seductive or soft and flattering like a man's, it is her unique demeanor, not deliberately flattering, but sincere joy.

Her eyes looked at Le Zhengrong devoutly, and Le Zhengrong's pupils were black and rainy.

Before her smile could fully unfold, Le Zhengrong stretched out the soldering iron in his hand.

The sound of "Chi Chi" exploded in Yin Yuan's ears, and a few wisps of light smoke appeared in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes and bit the cloth in her mouth tightly, and remained motionless with willpower.

Her hands had been dug deeply into the flesh of her legs, and she was trembling all over, almost fainting.

Le Zhengrong threw the soldering iron back into the charcoal brazier at some point, holding a small white jade bottle in his hand.

She sprinkled the powder in the white jade vial on Yin Yuan's neck.

At this moment, the word Rong can be vaguely seen in the bloody and bloody wound, and the white powder is spread on the wound, covering the entire mark.

Yin Yuan wanted to roll in pain, as if a layer of salt had been sprinkled on the wound.

Yin Yuan's sanity almost collapsed, she bit the cloth tightly, Le Zhengrong branded Yin Yuan's left side of neck, the scorching pain seemed to deepen with the beating of her arteries, Yin Yuan couldn't call out from the bottom of her heart The word "Yueqing" in Chinese.

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