"Bang--"

Lord Zhang touched the teacup at hand, and he tried to calmly point at Qiu Xiaobei: "It's just nonsense. It seems that it's too light to serve just a whip."

At his instructions, the jailer brought a brazier, and the carbon on it burned red.

Qiu Xiaobei's pupils shrank, his fingers were shrinking into his palm, and his expression remained unchanged on his face, and he seemed to smile at Lord Zhang without fear: "By the way, Lord Zhang, your son asked me to ask you when will you buy the kite you promised to buy? He kept holding a broken kite and was crying at you."

The whipped scars slowly oozed out blood...

"Hahaha..."

The halls of the prisoners were sealed, but the wind came in for no reason. When the wind whistled past, it looked like the crying of women and children.

Lord Zhang wanted to calmly put the teacup, but his hand couldn't move no matter how hard he was. He seemed to be stationary. Listening to the sound of the wind that was like crying, he was sweating coldly.

The two jailers naturally heard Qiu Xiaobei's strange words. Seeing this situation again at this time would be nothing if it was just a normal day. Now that I felt guilty, I would feel scared and throw the red-hot iron rod I had just picked up in my hand back.

"Mr. Zhang," Qiu Xiaobei's voice drifted with the wind and rang in his ears all the time, "When you go to bed at night, is it cold? Is there always wind blowing on your forehead, blowing around, your head hurts so much... It hurts so much..."

"Shut up!" Lord Zhang shouted in panic, feeling that the voice was like a life-seeking complaint, and he didn't dare to listen any further.

Qiu Xiaobei smiled strangely, as if he had become another person: "Who did you tell me to shut up? Zhang Zhi, for your career and to marry your boss's daughter, you killed me and our son, I want you to pay your life!"

At that moment, Lord Zhang saw the face of the woman tied to the punishment rack. It was clearly his dead original wife. She was bleeding from her orifices, and she was wearing the colorful butterfly hairpin with broken corners on her messy hair.

"Ah!" He shouted and stood up and staggered back two steps. The chair behind him was pushed to the ground, making a "boom".

The "woman" on the punishment rack laughed wildly and turned to look at the two prison guards.

In the eyes of the two jailers, it was naturally not what Lord Zhang saw, but it was the person they were most afraid of. I don’t know what they saw, and they screamed, and even accidentally knocked over the brazier and burned their feet.

The wind slowly stopped and then disappeared, and no sheet of paper on the table had moved.

The three screamed slowly came back to their senses, and when they looked at Xing Jie tremblingly, the one on Xing Jie was indeed Eunuch Bei. The blood beads from the two or three whip marks on her body had condensed into blood, and they were looking at them innocently.

"Sir, I think we can have a good talk?"

At first, Lord Zhang wanted to kill this eunuch who "knows too much", but after things were beyond common sense and he was scared out of fear, he no longer had the courage.

He is not so bad that he is not afraid of ghosts and gods.

"Quickly, untie him and let him down."

While Lord Zhang issued the order, the two prison guards had already untied the shackles on Qiu Xiaobei in awe. Their hands were trembling, and they were respectful, nodding and bowing, for fear that she would be a little dissatisfied.

Qiu Xiaobei pulled the whip marks and hissed as he put down his hand. The prison guard hurriedly took out a bottle of ointment: "Master, this ointment is very effective. Do you want to try it?"

After taking it, she smelled it, and threw it back in disgust. She sat down on the long bench brought by another jailer, facing the black table. She raised her chin to Lord Zhang: "Sir, sit down, let's have a good chat."
Chapter completed!