Chen Hui pursed her lips and insisted on not saying a word with willpower, but her eyes had begun to waver, and her face was no longer as full of charm as before.
Zhu Su nodded to Chang Mao. Chang Mao smiled cruelly, lifted a gagged dead soldier and pinned it to the ground. The light of the knife in his hand flashed like a silver sword. After a scream, a severed arm was accompanied by blood. Light splashed up.
"!" Chen Hui's pupils suddenly shrank, she closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away. How could Zhu Su do as she wished? He said to the guards on the left and right: "Come here! Go and help this so-called Princess Chen Han turn her face over and open her eyelids!"
"These people all died because of her, how could she turn away and look away!"
"Zhu Su!" Chen Hui finally panicked when he saw the wolf-like guard opening the cell door. She screamed and cursed, her eyes showing viciousness: "You devil!"
"If you dare to let them get close, I will kill myself immediately!"
"Kill yourself!" Zhu Su suddenly became angry and took a step forward. The sudden incident shocked Chen Hui.
"If you really dared to commit suicide, you could have just sunk into the river and died. Why would you live to be a prisoner now?"
"Isn't it because people like you are greedy for power, for their own selfishness, and miss their old status, so they don't care about the lives and deaths of other people, and are trying to revive troubled times?"
"Selfish people like you, if one person dies, countless people will live, and you will build a seven-level pagoda!"
Zhu Su stared with rage, and Chen Hui was so shocked that his hands and feet were actually captured by the wolf-like and tiger-like guards. Zhu Su shouted: "Continue!"
"I want to see if the so-called Princess Chen Han who is trying to start a war has the courage to bear the blood karma!"
Over there, Chang Mao, who had come to his senses, poured a bucket of water on the unconscious dead man with a broken arm. Then another knife...
Blood splattered in the prison! The severed arm was thrown directly in front of Chen Hui this time, and the blood splashed directly onto the face of Chen Hui, whose head was held down.
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
Seeing the dead soldier who had almost become a human stick screamed and passed out again, Chen Hui also screamed angrily. At this time, she no longer looked like a beautiful woman.
His eyes are as red as red, his tears are like springs, and his voice is like a trapped animal!
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"Lao Wu, are you okay?"
When the second dead soldier who was cut into a human stick was decapitated, Zhu Su finally couldn't stand it anymore, found an excuse and ran out of the dungeon, and silently vomited in a secluded corner.
In this era, it's not that he has never killed anyone, nor has he ever seen anyone killed. Zhu Xian, the prince of the Marquis of Yongjia, was stabbed to death by his own sword. I just saw Zhang Ren's head. But once Zhu Xian was stabbed through the heart by a sword, Zhang Ren's head could not be seen clearly because of the darkness. How could this time Chang Mao cut a stick with his own hands so bloody?
What's more, the idea of "killing people in person" also came from him. From another perspective, these people also died of pain to a certain extent because of themselves. This feeling was like a big mountain, which made Zhu Su feel sick in his heart.
Zhu Su was like this, and Chen Hui, who was "forced to watch movies", was even more unbearable. Poor Princess Chen Han had passed out twice, but Zhu Su had no sympathy for her. Each time, he had someone bring cold water to wake her up before continuing the execution, and kept telling her that these people were doing this because of her. Being treated like this, she would never let her miss every detail...
"You guy... you came up with the interrogation method yourself, why can't you stand it anymore..." Zhu Di, who followed him out because of worry, stroked Zhu Su's back in a funny way. Although he was similar in age to Zhu Su, Zhu Di didn't feel much discomfort on his face.
"Fourth brother, don't you... feel disgusted?"
"Disgusting? What's so disgusting?" Zhu Di asked with a strange look on his face. "It's just a few thieves. If you die, you will die. What is there to worry about?"
"In a battle formation, how often do tens of thousands of people not die?"
"..." Zhu Su was speechless. He could only say that he was indeed the Yongle Emperor who would kill decisively in the future. Perhaps in Zhu Di's eyes, those enemies who were enemies could only be dead men. As for how he will die, it makes no difference.
"Lao Wu, do you think your methods are too cruel? What's the point? Dad once skinned people and turned them into grass." Zhu Di advised. These words made Zhu Su feel even more disgusted. "But it's enough to deal with that bullshit Chen Han princess. I think she can't stand it any longer, and I'm afraid she will do it after a while."
"Hey, you're still awesome. You didn't torture her, but you still tortured her so much that she was worse than dead."
"This is the so-called 'attacking the heart first', right?" Zhu Di looked like he had "learned".
Zhu Su forced a smile. Letting him witness the brutal massacre with his own eyes, and constantly using words to put all the psychological burden on him, can indeed be regarded as the field of "attacking the heart".
If time permits, he actually has other more reliable methods. For example, they locked Chen Hui in a small dark room without a sound for several days, or deprived her of sleep for several days, and forcibly woke her up if she fell asleep. People in the early Ming Dynasty must not have been trained to face this kind of torture method. These two methods can also achieve the purpose of not harming their bodies and lives, but they can still torture the desired information from their mouths.
It's a pity that if Zhang Ren's brother really has an army in his hands, then the sooner this matter is known, the better. With every delay, the variables become more variable. Zhu Su had no choice but to choose this cruelest, but also the fastest effective method.
"Lao Wu, why are you coming out?" Zhu Su finally regained his composure, and Zhu Ping came out as well. Seeing the puddle of filth in the corner, Zhu Xi was stunned for a moment and then laughed. "Good brother, it's hard for you to try your best to vent your anger on your second brother! You haven't seen Chen Hui's face now... Haha!"
Zhu Su glanced at Zhu Xiang speechlessly. To be fair, he really didn't think of making an excuse to vent his anger on Zhu Xiang. Seeing Zhu Xi's face feeling refreshed after venting his anger, he looked even more depressed: Why does the second brother look like nothing is wrong? Could it be that the children of Lao Zhu's family are naturally immune to those cruel situations, and he is the only exception?
"Don't worry too much. They are just a bunch of despicable thieves." Zhu Xi also comforted him. His perspective on those dead soldiers was slightly different from Zhu Di's.
"Such people are no different than grasshoppers. It doesn't matter how many times they die."
"..." I always felt that there was a big deviation in Zhu Xi's concept of nobility. Zhu Su frowned. Although the second brother had been treated very harshly before, it had not been to this extent. What has the second brother experienced these days?
Just as he was about to ask in detail, he saw a Chang family guard coming over from the dungeon.
"Your Highness, Chen Hui is willing to recruit them."
(End of chapter)
