I am not a good person

The blade of the sword pierced with an unstoppable trend, and the point of the sword pierced Wenhua's calf, and did not stop until the hilt was blocked by flesh.

With a scream, Wen Hua suddenly fell from the air, fell heavily to the ground, and was surrounded by flying dust and loess.

Zhao Zenian walked over slowly, forcing Wenhua to support his body with his arm and the other leg, and kept backing away, his eyes became more and more terrified.

"Why, do you want to go back and find a helper? Or tell Lord Mayburg what the truth is?"

As Zhao Zenian said, he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pulled out the sword forcefully, a bright red drop of blood splashed out, which became a red line on the ground.

Wen Hua bit his lips tightly, so he didn't let out that scream, but his face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat was pouring down his body like beans.

"Do you think I'll give you this chance?" Zhao Zenian stepped back, and as soon as he raised his hand, a man in black immediately took the long sword from his hand.

Wenhua covered the bleeding wound on his calf with his hands, and asked tremblingly, "What do you want?"

Zhao Zenian crossed his arms and said lazily, "If you kill you with one sword, it will be too cheap for you. Do you know what kind of punishment I suffered back then?"

Wen Hua's pupils shrank, and he quickly looked him up and down, as if to say, you are not missing arms or legs.

Zhao Zeqing gave him a sideways look contemptuously, and ordered calmly: "Break off his hand."

Four of the men in black stepped forward together, three were responsible for holding down Wenhua, and one was going to carry out the order.

Before doing it, the executor asked: "Fourth Lord, should we only break his wrist, or break his fingers as well?"

Following his inquiry, Wen Hua's face was completely stiff, and he struggled desperately after a while, but was firmly held down.

Zhao Zenian smiled slightly, with satisfaction in his eyes: "What do you think?"

"Yes, the subordinates know!" After the executor finished speaking, he grabbed Wenhua's left hand and left wrist respectively, and folded them in opposite directions.

Hearing a "click", Wenhua raised his head, opened his mouth and yelled, startling a group of birds in the forest.

Then, Wenhua's right wrist was also broken, and the executor patiently and seriously broke off his fingers one by one.

Before finishing folding, Wenhua screamed and broke his throat, the hoarseness was extremely unpleasant, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and his whole body was convulsing out of shape.

When he was in a daze, Zhao Zenian came over, raised his leg, stepped on his ankle, and twisted it hard!

Wenhua lost his voice and twitched at first, then let out a long scream, panting with his mouth wide open, looking like he was going to die at any moment.

Zhao Zenian stepped on Wenhua's other leg bone again, and his four subordinates followed suit and crushed Wenhua's leg bone as well.

Wenhua screamed in pain and raised his arms, and his elbow was broken immediately.

Under Zhao Zenian's signal, the four men got up and retreated to the side.

Wenhua was lying on the ground with his back to the sky, his whole body was attacked by pain, and he had no energy to sit up, but he still did not forget to say harsh words: "You, let my sister know that you treat me like this, she will kill you!"

Zhao Zenian burst into laughter: "You are already like this, how dare you threaten me?"

At present, Wenhua has only one mouth left, and he used his last strength to say a long string of words, either threatening the power of Meijiabao and his sister's status as the owner and wife of the castle, or cursing that Zhao Zenian will suffer retribution in the future .

Zhao Zenian said, "It's too noisy," and one of his subordinates carried a black lacquer jar.

Wenhua was made to lie on his side, and the masked man in black opened the jar, scooped out the contents with a spoon, and poured them into his ears spoon by spoon.

Wenhua couldn't resist, and shouted: "What is this, what did you get me?!"

The man in black opened his mouth, but instead of talking to him, he said: "Fourth Master, this mercury is mixed with gum, it's not easy to irrigate, can we just irrigate with mercury?"

Zhao Zenian said calmly: "Mercury can be lured out with golden needles, so you can't do useless work today."

"Yes, this subordinate is talking too much!"

After filling the ears, the subordinate brought out another jar, which contained medicinal juice.

Wenhua saw it, and shook his head to express his resistance, which was naturally ignored.

"Fourth Master, what is the effect of this concoction?"

Zhao Zenian smiled lightly: "After drinking this concoction, he can't smell or speak from now on. Even if he is given to drink urine and excrement, he can't taste it."

The subordinate's hands trembled, and the concoction went into Wenhua's nose, and Wenhua choked and coughed.

After the medicinal juice was poured, Wenhua's nose could still breathe normally, and only a pair of eyes could move. He stared at Zhao Zenian with hatred, wishing he could tear him apart and eat him.

Zhao Zenian slapped his palm: "Yes, I almost forgot about these eyes!"

When Wen Hua heard it, he closed his eyes reflexively, and shook his head like a rattle again.

The subordinate asked: "Fourth Master, do you want to cut out his eyeballs?"

"No, no." Zhao Zenian waved his hand: "It's too ugly when it's dissected, just sprinkle some poisonous powder on it so he can't see it."

Subordinates follow suit.

While still able to speak, Wenhua opened his mouth to beg for mercy, and begged Zhao Zenian to spare him and stop torturing him.

Zhao Zenian also took advantage of the fact that he could still hear him, and said expressionlessly: "What's the use of regretting now, do you know how difficult my life was in those years?" , the process was tormented and painful.

He took a step back: "You want to tell Wen Jia and Mei Siyuan who made you like this, but I won't give you this chance!"

After waiting for a while, Wen Hua's body started to move. Regardless of the pain of his disabled limbs, he always wanted to lift his arms up and down to touch his head, but he couldn't, and his head swayed from side to side in pain.

After struggling for a while, Wenhua didn't move, and Zhao Zenian knew that the medicine had fully integrated into his body.

Someone came from afar on horseback, but it was a masked man in black, and immediately shouted: "Fourth Master, the people from Meijiabao are here, and after another incense stick, they will be here!"

Zhao Zenian responded, squatted down to check Wenhua's injuries, thought for a while, took out a small medicine bottle from his bosom, opened it and poured it for Wenhua.

"Fourth Master, what is this?"

"A kind of medicine that can make people's tendons shrink quickly." Unless Wen Jia invites Su Yanshou to Meijiabao within three days, even if Wen Hua's bones grow well, his tendons and veins will still be useless!

Different from Zhao Zenian's calmness, several subordinates swallowed at the same time.

The horses were brought, and the people got on the horses one by one. Zhao Zenian covered his face with a black cloth scarf, glanced at Wen Hua whose clothes were covered with dirt and was dying, and raised his whip: "Drive!"

That night, Meijiabao became a mess.

Yongyi City, including doctors outside the city, were all invited into Meijiabao within an hour. Mei Shengnan heard the news and sent people to deliver many precious medicines.

One by one, the doctors came out of the room dejectedly.

Seeing that Wen Jia hadn't come out of the house for a long time, Wen Qingning finally lost control of his emotions and yelled at Mei Siyuan: "You actually left my father and ran away by yourself! He is my father, your own uncle ah!"

Mei Siyuan also felt guilty, but Wen Qingning yelled at him in front of all the subordinates and outsiders, which made him feel ashamed, and couldn't help becoming angry.

"You think I'm willing? The enemy is so powerful, I will only end up like my uncle if I stay! Why don't I come back and call someone!"

Thinking of his uncle's tragic situation, Mei Siyuan was so nervous that his hands trembled: "I just didn't expect that they would be so cruel, making uncle a useless person!"

The last two words stimulated Wen Qingning to shout nervously: "Shut up! Shut up!"

She pointed at Mei Siyuan's nose: "You didn't expect it, you didn't expect it! You only care about running away, how can you think of my father?! Mei Siyuan, you are as timid as a mouse, greedy for life and afraid of death. It's really not worth it for you to become like this!"

Mei Siyuan's expression changed: "What do you mean?! Could it be that uncle is like that, and you want me to be like that before you are satisfied?"

He cast a contemptuous glance at Wen Qingning's whole body: "Don't think I don't know, you've been making a fuss all over the place lately, and you've got both ways! Do you really think I don't know?"

Wen Qingning turned pale: "Mei Siyuan, what nonsense are you talking about! You are insulting me!"

"Whether it's an insult, you know it! Don't mess with me here! For the sake of my uncle's sacrifice for me, I will treat you well, don't be ignorant!"

A few words made Wen Qingning so angry that his face was ugly and he was out of breath. He rushed up and raised his hands, intending to slap Mei Siyuan a few times.

I don't know when the door opened, Wen Jia stood at the door and looked at the two of them coldly: "What's going on?! Can you save him if you are arguing here?"

Wen Qingning rushed in front of Wen Jia, knelt down with a "plop", grabbed her skirt and cried, "Auntie, I beg you, please save my father, save my father!"

Wen Jia bent down and tried to help her up, but she didn't have enough strength, so she maintained the bent posture with the same grief on her face: "Qingning, do you think I don't want to save you? Your father is also my own brother!"

While talking, Wen Jia burst into tears: "I want to save him more than anyone else, but it's useless! The castle master invited all the doctors in the city! He said that your father's bones were broken and he couldn't do it all. I will never be able to stand up again, and I will never be able to walk again!"

Unable to bear the blow, Wen Qingning fell back and sat on the ground.

Even though Wen Jia was suffering, he still had to say it clearly: "The person who attacked was extremely ruthless. When his bones were broken, his tendons were also broken. If he dragged on for too long and was given medicine, even if he was connected, I can't even use my kung fu!"

Wen Qingning raised his hand to cover his mouth, weeping uncontrollably.

Mei Siyuan was terrified when he heard that, knowing how miserable his uncle was, all the anger just disappeared at once, and looked sympathetically at his cousin who grew up together and was his fiancée, but couldn't do anything to comfort her.

Wen Qingning wiped away the tears on his face, and looked up at Wen Jia earnestly: "Then, will daddy still talk to me in the future? Will he still recognize me?"