Wu Tuman's eyelids trembled slightly, and he simply shook his head in denial: "How could I, an old man, know these people? However, I have seen their death state from other places."
"You've seen it, can you tell us about it?"
Song Siyuan wanted to know what such a horrible way to die was called.
Now, they were grasshoppers on a rope. Utuman pointed his dagger at the corpse and spit out a term that was unfamiliar to everyone: "Tie Jia Guan!"
"Aweng, what is Tiejiaguan? Don't show off!"
Aying was also curious about the name of this kind of punishment, and urged the old hunter to speak quickly. He coughed a few times, and his tone became mysterious: "This is a kind of capital punishment in the previous dynasty, specially used to deal with officials, or those who cannot be tortured." Prisoner!"
At the beginning of the execution, the executioner will prepare in advance a dozen pieces of mulberry yellow paper as thin as cicada wings. If there is a prisoner, he will uncover the yellow paper and cover the prisoner's face. Then the executioner will put a mouthful of water in his mouth. Not for drinking, they will spit evenly on the yellow paper.
Once these yellow papers get wet, they will immediately become soft and stick tightly to the prisoner's face, making it impossible for the prisoner to breathe in and out. Every time a layer of yellow paper is applied, the prison officer will shout, "One post will give you a few grades of official." Get promoted and get rich."
This kind of punishment is no different from Ling Chi's scraping alive. They are both torture tactics. Very few people can survive until the fifth punishment. If they haven't confessed after five punishments, they will definitely be suffocated to death. At this time, the executioner will When the yellow paper is peeled off, it's like taking on a mask.
"Uncle Utuman, how come you know so much about it!"
Yue Guanchao followed his words and continued to inquire about the old hunter's details.
Utuman seemed to realize that he had said too much, and explained with a cold face: "As people get older, they have experienced almost as much as the salt they eat. They must know everything. This kind of torture has been lost during the Republic of China. I didn’t expect to meet you here, it’s also strange.”
After listening to his introduction, Song Siyuan looked at the corpse again. Could it be an ordinary person who could be suffocated to death by an official?
She looked at Yue Guanchao: "Let's search them. Maybe we can also find out the identities of these people. Maybe they are old hunters who were accidentally killed!"
Yue Guanchao had this intention. He pulled away the dirty cloth and groped around them.
These corpses were weathered and decayed, and they could feel the flesh and bones falling down at the slightest touch. Coupled with the natural fear of corpses, they searched very slowly. Unfortunately, there was nothing on the corpses, so naturally they could not prove their identities.
"These damn things don't even have a copper!"
Yue Guanchao kicked the wooden stake hard with his foot. The linen cloth of the body was shaken off, and most of the body was left to dry outside, which made people's appetites rise.
He was about to rummage for the next one when Lu Fengjian took a closer look at the back of the corpse and immediately stopped him: "Guan Chao, look at the backs of these corpses. There seems to be some pattern on them."
This sentence made everyone's eyes light up, and they all looked at the back of the corpse.
Song Siyuan was afraid that she could not see clearly, so she turned on the flashlight and shined it on his back.
It was already dark, and the flesh of the corpse was dry and wrinkled. They really couldn't see anything strange, but as the flashlight illuminated the corpse, the pattern on the back of the corpse was revealed.
The tattoos on the back of the corpse take up half of the back, with blue dragons and white tigers on the left and right, red bird basalts on the top and bottom, and fine lines of mountains and seas in the middle, with a big "gold" character in the middle.
He had seen this pattern on the wolf tooth necklace given by his second uncle!
Yue Guanchao suddenly realized, and he already knew the identities of these people: "These corpses should also be Tang Dianrong's men, but they are not Tang Dianrong's old camp soldiers, but real bandits from Jinda Village!"
Ah Ying thought of the hallucination they had collectively seen, and said casually: "Brother Yue, are these bandits also tortured like this because they did bad things?"
"It's possible, but no evidence has been found yet. We have to go into the ancient building of Yizhuang to have a look!"
Yue Guanchao liked to break the casserole and ask the truth. He walked into the ancient building of Yizhuang and looked around. There were hundreds of coffins displayed here. The sheer number made everyone take a breath.
"Come and see, why are all the coffins here sealed?"
He walked a few steps into the empty hall and noticed these black coffins. Logically speaking, there would be a few empty coffins left in a place like Yizhuang for the temporary storage of the remains of the people who died here, but the coffins here were large and small. Colors are all nailed in the coffin!
Utuman's eyes rested on the coffin lid, and his expression turned grim: "You only need to order coffins for sealing and burial. There may already be corpses in these coffins."
Regarding Wu Tuman's guess, Yue Guanchao also felt that it was not groundless. He shook the coffin placed on the two benches with both hands. It was indeed heavy!
"Give me the pickaxe and hammer!"
These local heroes were yelled at by Yue Guanchao and stood there without saying anything. Logically speaking, shovels and hammers were considered weapons, so they didn't know whether they should give them to him.
Utuman nodded slightly to them, and they reluctantly handed over the shovel and hammer!
Ding-dong-dang, the hammer was drawn out.
With the help of A Niu and A Hu, Yue Guanchao opened the copper nails on the coffin lid one by one, and when he pushed hard with his hand, it was indeed loosened.
He wiped his sweat and looked at everyone: "Let me put the ugly words out of the way first. There may be something in the coffin. If it is a fake corpse, you should run out and don't get confused."
