Wang Chong left, but Chu Ge knew very well that the second stage of the copy was not completed yet.
He only maintained his ideals and beliefs in the confrontation with Wang Chong, but there was a more cruel test waiting for him next.
Previous failures, several times, were at this stage.
Chu Ge picked up the fragments of the porcelain bowl on the ground again.
"Please give me another light."
The jailer heard this and came over with another oil lamp.
Only this time, he looked serious and was obviously fully mentally prepared.
The last time Yang Yan also asked him to provide lighting, he was still confused at first about what Yang Yan was going to do. After all, there were no books to read in prison.
As a result, he saw a scene that stunned him: Yang Yan used the light of the oil lamp to prick all the abscesses on his legs with the fragments of the porcelain bowl and squeeze out the pus and blood!
After that, he couldn't eat properly for three whole days.
The situation this time is probably similar.
The jailer adjusted his mentality, thinking that even if he encountered the same situation again, he should be able to control it.
By the light of the oil lamp, Chu Ge looked at the wounds on his legs again.
But at this time, his legs were completely different from last time.
His legs were no longer as swollen and thick as before, probably because all the pus and blood had been discharged before, but this did not mean that his physical condition had improved. On the contrary, those wounds had worsened!
The cracks are rotten and the bones are visible deep inside.
The rotten flesh hanging on his legs would sooner or later cause infection and necrosis again if it could not be properly treated, killing him.
It is obviously impossible to prick the abscess and squeeze out the pus and blood.
Chu Ge was silent, and the hand holding the shards of the porcelain bowl paused for a moment. Then he finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and used the shards of the porcelain bowl to cut the rotten flesh on his leg.
A sharp pain came over me!
Even though it was all rotten flesh, and even though there was some loss of feeling at the wound, you could still feel the pain in your heart when the pieces of the porcelain bowl were cut off.
Although I could feel pain when I pricked the abscess and squeezed out the pus and blood before, it was only a sudden thing after all, but the pain I was experiencing now was like Ling Chi.
The fragments of the porcelain bowl were not sharp at all, and the rotten flesh on his legs was difficult to cut off. Chu Ge could only grit his teeth and cut off bit by bit.
At this time, he was extremely grateful that he still had the talent of "Iron Will", which allowed him to ignore this pain to a certain extent, otherwise, he would probably faint from the pain soon.
And even with this talent, it was still a terrible ordeal.
At the beginning, Chu Ge had very little strength, partly because of his physical weakness, and partly because he still could not fully overcome his mental barriers.
But as time went by, Chu Ge began to become more and more ruthless.
He began to use all his strength to cut off the carrion, and sometimes even the fragments of the porcelain bowl hit the bones, making a terrible sound that made people's teeth hurt.
In order to divert his attention, Chu Ge could only repeatedly recall the original text of the history book he had read before.
"I woke up in the middle of the night, smashed the porcelain bowl, and cut the carrion with my hands. When the flesh was gone and the tendons were hung with membranes, I cut them off with my hands."
When Chu Ge looked up the information and saw this paragraph, he was shocked.
There are only a few words in the history books, but when you think about the real scene represented by these words, it is enough to make people shudder.
At first, Chu Ge really couldn't make up his mind, so he scratched it casually, thinking that he might be able to get away with it.
As a result, the results of the copy were mercilessly slapped in the face.
So this time he didn't dare to take any chances. He could only grit his teeth, meticulously find every piece of rotten flesh on his legs, and use all his strength to scrape them clean.
Even the sentence "When the flesh is gone, the tendons are hung with membranes, and the hands are amputated," this must be followed exactly.
The more he replayed the scene at that time, the more Chu Ge admired Yang Yan.
The difficulty of this scribe copy is indeed not lower than that of the warrior copy.
It has two goals, one is to fight with the heroes, and the other is to survive in prison.
Although there are other high-profile verbal battles in history, the protagonists are almost always guests. But what about Yang Yan? Not only is he not a guest, but he is a prisoner!
In prison, he dragged his injured leg with no doctor or medicine, relying solely on fragments of a broken porcelain bowl to complete several surgical self-rescues.
If it weren't for the existence of real historical records, Chu Ge would even think that this was an impossible task.
Fortunately, Chu Ge is just a player, and he has the blessing of the talent of the Orderer.
With the help of "Iron Will", Chu Ge's pain was greatly reduced, and challenges again and again made him gradually adapt to this extreme situation.
The carrion had been cut off, and Chu Ge wanted to put down the pieces of the porcelain bowl and lie down immediately, but he couldn't because he had not yet completed the last step recorded in the history books.
There is still fascia hanging on the bones, and these need to be cut off as well.
Chu Ge paused for a moment, then stretched out the porcelain bowl fragment towards the wound again.
"Creak..."
The fascia is far more firmly attached to the bones than rotten meat, and the porcelain bowl fragments are not sharp to begin with. Chu Ge searched for several angles before finally finding the best starting point.
It just couldn't be cut off in one or two strokes, so the fragments of the porcelain bowl could only be used to rub the fascia continuously, intersecting with the leg bones, making a creepy sound.
At this moment, the lamp shadow started to shake.
The jailer standing outside the fence couldn't bear it anymore.
He originally thought that he had been mentally prepared, thinking that this time holding the lamp was just another scene of puncturing abscesses and squeezing out pus and blood. But then he realized that he was wrong, completely wrong.
If the previous horror index was ten, then the current horror index is one hundred, which has increased tenfold!
He forced himself to calm down and watched Yang Yan in front of him use the pieces of the porcelain bowl to cut off the rotten flesh bit by bit. He thought this was the end, but he didn't expect that Yang Yan would cut off the fascia on the bones!
Especially when the fragments of the porcelain bowl and the bones continued to rub together and make sounds, the jailer's mentality completely collapsed.
His hands were shaking uncontrollably, making the flame of the oil lamp still flicker.
Chu Ge stopped temporarily and turned to look at the jailer with calm eyes: "Please don't move, I can't see clearly."
The jailer swallowed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang."
"It doesn't matter." Chu Ge continued holding the broken porcelain bowl.
Finally, the fascia on the bones was scraped clean.
Chu Ge then put down the fragments of the porcelain bowl in his hand and fell slumped on the pile of rotten straw, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
The jailer, on the other hand, ran away as if he had seen a ghost.
Everything around him became dim again, Chu Ge could feel that his consciousness was gradually becoming fainter, and the flow of time was also accelerating.
This is a good sign, indicating that the second stage has finally passed safely.
But then, there is a third stage.
In fact, Chu Ge didn't know what the real way to clear the third stage was. He had already tried it twice before and both failed.
Because this third question was also a conversation that did not exist in historical records.
This was tantamount to a difficult open-book exam, and he could only think of his own answers based on the other party's questions.
Moreover, his answer should be neither weak nor excessive. This is the biggest difficulty.
Chu Ge slowly closed his eyes. At this time, he was like a liberal arts student about to take a big exam, silently repeating some knowledge points he had memorized by heart in his mind.
A moment later, he heard the jailer shout loudly: "Arrest the prisoner!"
The two jailers came to the prison, and without any explanation, they lifted Chu Ge up, took him to the execution room, and tied him to the standing wooden frame.
The lights were dim, and a man in black robe was sitting at the table opposite.
When he first met him, Chu Ge didn't know his identity. He just thought he was mysterious and couldn't relate to any official in the current Wei Dynasty in his mind.
Later, Chu Ge finally confirmed it through various clues.
This person is none other than the current emperor of the Wei Dynasty, Emperor Wei Zhao!
In the last stage of his career in the scribes, what he wanted to refute was not the utilitarian centrists like He Xueyi, nor the powerful ministers like Wang Chong who were full of fallacies, but those who held supreme power and were among the best in history for their cleverness. Emperor Zhao of Wei himself!
