[Da Han Tianzi] Revenge after the abolition

Chen Ajiao felt that she had fallen asleep, and her whole body was trapped in a psychedelic dream.

I heard that when a person dies, all his experiences in this life will flash through his mind as quickly as a revolving lantern.Now, those images are running fast in her mind like she is acting in a movie.

Before time travel, after time travel, before amnesia, after amnesia.

She thought that she would die like this, and she didn't need to buy a coffin after she died. After all, she was already lying in the coffin now, so it would save trouble...

Die, die, die--

I don't know who kept shouting in her ear, she was very upset.

If you're going to die, why don't you die yourself!

Noisy all the time, death makes people feel uneasy!

Chen Ajiao suddenly opened her eyes, her belly was empty and her stomach was rumbling. She felt that she couldn't see anything, but she also felt dizzy and starved to death.

Such a tragic end...

Or he voluntarily lay down in the coffin.

Where will you go when you die?Will it go back to modern times?

Suddenly a little confused.

Zhang Tang.

This dead man's face looks very serious, but he didn't expect it to be full of bad water, he was cheated, cheated, cheated...

Why on earth did she make herself so miserable?bruised and bruised...

Wearing this beautiful clothes, lying in the coffin, the realistic version of the pink skull, and it is also the version of the experiment report.

At a certain moment in a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, Chen Ajiao was lying in a coffin, her body was fresh.

At a certain moment in a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, Chen Ajiao was lying in a coffin, and her body had already begun to smell stale.

At a certain moment of a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, Chen Ajiao lay in the coffin, her body began to lose flesh, her hair and nails were still growing.

At a certain moment in a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, Chen Ajiao was lying in a coffin, her body was left with only a skeleton, and she was still wearing beautiful clothes.

At a certain moment in a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, Chen Ajiao was lying in her coffin, and a group of tomb robbers opened her tomb.

……

This is really a sad story. If she returns to modern times, she must write a story called "Observation Report of a Rotten Body".

Her consciousness finally blurred.

It turns out that this is the feeling of waiting to die, despair, helplessness, and the most terrifying thing is that there is no sound.

She was suddenly terrified, but she didn't dare to cry. She was afraid that if she cried, she would really be doomed to die here.

After finally ending the turmoil in the deep palace, she regarded the funeral as a new life, but before she could regain her new life, this new life became a kind of deep death.

In the bustling Chang'an, no one except Zhang Tang knew that a living person was lying in a dead person's coffin.

The horse gallops wildly, the cold wind hits the face, the horseshoes raise the red dust, from the prosperous Chang'an, pass the Weiyang Palace and go straight to Baling.

Li Ling looked at the people and horses going away, touched his chin, and muttered to himself: "Why does this soup look like a lost soul... you are not afraid of falling off the horse if you run so fast?"

He finally came to a conclusion: Zhang Tang must have taken the wrong medicine today, and let the emperor ask the imperial doctor to show him later. Zhang Tang works hard every day, and it is not easy to play so many books.

But Zhang Tang didn't know what Li Ling behind him thought, or in other words, Zhang Tang didn't want to care about what Li Ling thought at all.

He threw down the reins and whip, and when he rolled over, he looked at the newly opened Weng Zhu's tomb in Baling, and hesitated again.

After settling his mind, the expression on Zhang Tang's face calmed down again.

When he quietly stood in the tomb, he knew that he had lost.

Lost.

lose.

This word is rarely seen in Zhang Tang's life. He is a competitive character. When he was a child, his father wronged him for stealing meat from the family. According to the law of the Han Dynasty, the rat was punished by five horses.

At that time, he knew that there was a deep sin hidden in his heart, and he yearned for a kind of killing by nature, but he still had to hide it with a calm appearance.

I never felt that such a strange emotion of softening my heart would appear on my body, so when this emotion appeared on my body, Zhang Tang didn't feel it.

Burial with the ceremony of the Lord, the woman in the Nagato Hall, with a graceful smile on her mouth, threw the teacup on herself——

He suddenly raised his hand and touched the wound on his forehead. He was asked about it when he went up, and he only said that he hit his head when he went out.

The light of the ever-burning lamp became brighter again because of the opening of the tomb door. Under the surge of fresh air, the flame flickered for a while. Zhang Tang walked to the front of the coffin. Only he knew that the coffin inside the coffin was not crucified, but the craftsman. A delicate mechanism specially made.

Chen Ajiao is very smart, thinking that Zhang Tang at that time would definitely not be able to bring many people to pry her coffin, and when the coffin was sealed, it was under the watchful eyes of the public, and she could not do it fakely, so Chen Ajiao said to be an organ.

In fact, this kind of mechanism is ready-made, and it was made for some special purposes. Zhang Tang used it directly. At that time, Chen Ajiao also said: It's a pity that this thing can't be opened from the inside.

In fact, at that time, did she already know that there would be danger?

do not know.

Don't know all about it.

Zhang Tang hesitated for a moment, still under the coffin, felt a protruding place, pressed hard, and immediately there was a sound of machine guns bouncing in the quiet tomb.

His hand was on the coffin lid, and it could be lifted easily now, it's just—just...

The sound of the machine starting up was so loud just now, but there was no reaction in the coffin, could it be...he was already late?

He lifted the coffin lid expressionlessly.

A dim light slowly shone in, gradually extending from a corner...

Chen Ajiao's lips were chapped, and her long eyelashes covered her lower eyelids, which were extremely thick. In the original darkness, there was a sudden light, which dazzled her eyes like that. She opened them in a daze, and then closed them again in a daze. , the eyelashes brushed like two small fans, and fell down again.

She was still conscious, and vaguely saw a person's face against the light, a sharp chin, and long hair. She couldn't see the expression on that face clearly, but felt that the eyes were very strange.Chen Ajiao struggled to pull the corners of her lips, she had no sound when she laughed, and her voice was extremely hoarse: "After all, it's not that femme fatale..."

After hearing this, Zhang Tang just stood there indifferently, holding the coffin lid with his hand.

He is not a snake and a scorpion, but he is not a bodhisattva.

She is not dead yet.

Zhang Tang couldn't express what he felt in his heart anymore, it was too complicated, when he saw her smile that he didn't know whether it was gratification or mocking, he really didn't know whether he was happy or sad.

If she died like this, Zhang Tang would be relieved, he could tell himself that he was not that bad, at least he had repented and came to save others; but she is still alive, and even said that he is not a snake, she As long as he is alive, he is not the worst.

This kind of thinking is very strange, but the living Chen Ajiao suddenly became a kind of representative, his living conscience.

Zhang Tang felt that he was not too bad.

He bent down and said softly: "Your Majesty, I've offended you."

Carrying this woman in a complicated long dress out of the coffin, I felt that she was terribly light, the coffin lid closed automatically, and everything looked as it was when I came here, without any abnormality.

From ancient times to the present, the mausoleum has been a very strange place.People in the royal family are very concerned about their own affairs, and they are afraid that some irreparable mistakes will occur. They hate tomb robbers, and they must guard against the craftsmen who built the mausoleum. Therefore, the craftsmen who were recruited to build the mausoleum often cannot escape in the end. To get rid of the fate of being buried or being killed in a pit, over time, there are clever craftsmen who repair secret ways for themselves when building mausoleums.

Now, there is also such a secret way in Baling.

Zhang Tang came out of such a secret path taken by craftsmen.

With two fingers on his lips, Zhang Tang whistled lightly, and Zhang Tang's horse galloped over. Fortunately, there was still a water bag hanging on it. He had already put Chen Ajiao under a tree, and watched the woman full of tears. His face was haggard, but his face was still indifferent.

He opened the water bag, and when he was hesitating, Ajiao Chen had already opened her eyes.

Too much light made her feel uncomfortable all over.

Seeing that she woke up, Zhang Tang was relieved and passed the water bag indifferently.

Chen Ajiao was extremely exhausted, and her hoarse voice seemed to be smoking. She tried to raise her hand, but her whole body hurt. This soup really doesn't know how to compliment it!

She simply leaned against the trunk of the big tree and remained motionless, maintaining that half-lying posture, and snorted: "I have no strength."

I have no strength, can't lift my hands, can't get the water bag, so naturally I can't drink.

Zhang Tang gritted his teeth secretly, but he could only walk forward, put the water bag to her lips, and fed her water.

The water was very cold, but Chen Ajiao's voice also improved, and she finally knew what a drop of water in the desert was.

She lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes cast a deep shadow under her eyelids. She drank a few sips, and she felt that she was almost done, mainly because she was so tired that she didn't even bother to swallow water.

After drinking water, you will have the spirit to speak.

In fact, one or two days is not considered hungry. After all, there is still food to eat. After a while of starvation, it will be fine. The main reason is that there is no water and the whole coffin is completely dark. That kind of mental torture is the most terrible.No one, no sound, no light, only myself, that feeling of waiting to die that drives people crazy.

Chen Ajiao laughed again, her voice was still hoarse, but it was much better than before. Although her face was haggard, when she laughed at this time, there was a kind of joy of surviving a disaster: "Master Zhang, do you know that there is a very special Punishment, called confinement in a dark room?"

Zhang Tang held the water bag and stood aside with his hands down. His own lips were also very dry. It was not easy for him to rush all the way.It's just that now that Chen Ajiao actually talked about the punishment to him, he thought to himself that he didn't know what the punishment was, and what could she say as a lady from a high family?

"Ma'am, you might as well just say it straight."

"There is a kind of punishment. Put the prisoner in the dungeon without seeing light or sound, put food on him, and leave him alone. After a day or two, the prisoner will start to be in a trance, and it will start after three to five days. Nonsense, seven or eight days of complete mental breakdown - interrogation at this time, what to ask and what to answer, very obedient." Chen Ajiao smiled and looked up at Zhang Tang, "There is another punishment called a black room, the principle is similar to a closed room , It’s just locking people in a small space, and it’s hard to stretch their hands and feet. I wonder if Master Zhang thinks these methods are clever?”

The author has something to say: a girl raised the question of "claustrophia" and the author remembered that there was also a claustrophobic OJL in ancient times

So the punishment in the article was changed to another way of saying it. I don’t know if the punishment is called by this name. I have seen it before, but I seem to have forgotten it.The black room looks like a punishment in the Middle Ages