Old Third Wu had only been arrested two days ago.
In just two days.
Qin Mu had made him suffer the pain of living a life worse than death.
Old Third Wu was filled with regret.
If he had known this would happen, he would not have dared to insult those girls even if he was beaten to death!
"Looks like he's quite strong. Someone, pour a spoonful of hot oil into his mouth.”
Qin Mu's lips curled into a smile, and his tone was as cold as a thousand-year-old snow mountain.
Hearing this.
Even Chang Le couldn't help but shiver.
He poured hot oil down his throat.
What kind of feeling was that?
"Yes, my lord."
The bailiff standing at the side agreed and scooped a pair of hot oil from the oil pan beside him.
"Sir, I was wrong, I was wrong. I won't speak anymore. Please let me go.”
The current Old Third Wu was no longer as arrogant and evil as he was yesterday. He was like a little ghost, wishing he could kneel at Qin Mu's feet and beg for mercy.
"If an apology is useful, why do we still need the county government?”
Qin Mu sneered.
Back then, he had built this hell to let these people who did not deserve to live suffer the torture they deserved!
Death was too simple.
It was a relief.
Such a person who was worse than a beast should be made to wish he was dead!
At the same time.
The bailiffs poured boiling hot oil onto Wu Laosan's mouth mercilessly.
Tsk tsk tsk!
"Ah!"
Accompanied by a series of hoarse roars.
A puff of white smoke immediately appeared on Old Third Wu's face.
It was strange.
The heart-wrenching scream gave Chang Le a burst of pleasure.
Serves him right!
This punishment was perfect.
Death was too easy for such a beast!
This was the best torture for him.
Changle suddenly understood.
So this was the magical effect of the eighteen levels of hell.
High!
It was really high!
In the Tang Empire, no matter how evil a criminal was, the death penalty would not be used unless they killed someone.
After all, Li Er wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with the emperor.
Everything should be based on tolerance.
According to the usual method of treatment.
This Third Lord Wu might only stay in prison for a few years.
If he was lucky, he would be granted amnesty.
He might even come out of prison unscathed.
If that was the case…
That was the true injustice of the Heavenly Dao!
"The Heavenly Dao is unfair, then destroy it!”
The words Qin Mu had said earlier echoed in his mind.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Zhong Lian 'er smiled as she watched Old Third Wu being scalded by the boiling oil.
He laughed maniacally.
Her eyes flickered with a demonic light.
What kind of situation could force an innocent girl to become a demon?
"Alright, let's go out."
Qin Mu didn't want to stay here any longer.
After all, the scene was too inappropriate for children.
No matter what, these two girls were still young girls.
Don't let them be poisoned too deeply.
Sigh…
He was really too kind.
Qin Mu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
…
"My lord!"
As soon as she walked out of the tunnel, Zhong Lian 'er fell to her knees with a thud.
"Thank you, sir, for helping me resolve the hatred in my heart!”
"I have no regrets in my death. I wish to be a slave in my next life to repay Daren's great kindness!”
Zhong Lian 'er placed her left hand on top of her right hand and gently placed it on the ground.
His forehead hit the ground and touched the back of his hand.
He solemnly knelt down.
He bowed.
He bowed twice.
He bowed three times.
It's a heavy ceremony in ancient times.
Only in life and death could they kowtow!
Chang Le stood at the side, watching this scene with a complicated gaze.
He was filled with emotions.
If he did not leave the palace, he might not be able to experience real life for the rest of his life.
Qin Mu silently accepted Zhong Lian 'er's three bows and said softly,""Tell me, do you have any wishes before you die?”
This young girl should have stayed in her room.
In two years, she would find a suitable husband.
But now…
Sigh!
Everything was fate, not at all controlled by people!
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