mtlumby2d Chapter 472: Jin She Loves Talent (Extra 1)
Chapter 472: Jin She Loves Talent (Extra 1)
Crossing is not a good thing
When the extremely hard iron hammer ruthlessly smashed into Xu Wenyang's big toe, there was a crisp sound of bone cracking, followed by a muffled groan from Xu Wenyang.
It wasn't that he didn't feel pain, but a wooden plug was forced into his mouth.
However, such torture is just an appetizer for today.
The people who tortured him seemed to have no mercy at all. They continued to swing the hammers in their hands with expressionless faces, starting from the big toe of his right foot, and breaking all ten of Xu Wenyang's toes one by one.
Every strike was like a bolt of lightning striking Xu Wenyang's body. The intense pain instantly swept through his body, making him unable to bear it.
At first, Xu Wenyang broke out in cold sweats due to the repeated heavy blows and the piercing pain.
The executioners would not stop because of his miserable condition.
Whenever Xu Wenyang was in so much pain that he was dazed and almost fainted, they would mercilessly pick up a bucket of cold water and pour it on him.
The water mixed with broken ice stimulated his nerves and forced him to wake up again.
Then came another round of inhumane torture.
It's ironic that the method of making ice was first proposed by Xu Wenyang, but now he is using it on himself.
In this way, Xu Wenyang kept wandering between coma and wakefulness, over and over again, until finally he became a little numb.
Just as Quan Shun said that day, even death has its own differences.
The jailers in this prison were well versed in how to control people's hearts. They first used extremely cruel punishments to completely break down Xu Wenyang's psychological defenses, making him feel terrified and no longer dare to have the slightest intention of resisting.
When the time was right, they slowly began the interrogation and pried out all the useful information from Xu Wenyang's mouth.
However, the knowledge that Xu Wenyang brought from later times actually became the source of his suffering at this moment.
Under the pressure of endless pain, he had to tell everything he knew. However, Xu Wenyang was just an ordinary person in later generations, and many of the prescriptions he knew were only half-understood and needed constant experiments to verify.
Those who were in charge of recording would quickly record these prescriptions one by one and compile them into a book. After the experiments, they would respectfully present them to the almighty Emperor Hongwen.
The experiment is a long and tedious process. During the verification period, Xu Wenyang always gets some relief.
The jailers would even ask doctors to treat his injuries and would never let him die easily.
After a few years, the prescriptions compiled by those people could be bound into a book.
That day, Emperor Hongwen looked at the book and asked Quan Shun, "It seems that there are no new prescriptions in the past year. Do you think it is still meaningful to keep it?"
Facing the emperor's question, Quan Shun couldn't help but feel nervous. After a little thought, he replied: "Your Majesty, Mr. Xu has made great contributions to our dynasty, but the more people know, the more..."
Before the three words "cannot stay" came out, Emperor Hongwen nodded: "Xiao Shunzi, you understand me. Even if the merits are passed down for thousands of years, some people will never see the light of day."
Just a few words decided Xu Wenyang's fate.
The next day, someone came with Emperor Hongwen’s oral order to "deal with" Xu Wenyang.
The cell door opened and a man walked in holding a piece of hemp rope.
Xu Wenyang raised his eyes and looked at the person who came. After taking a glimpse of what was in the person's hand, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master Xu looks like he already knows what I'm here for!" The man smiled kindly, "Don't worry, His Majesty said that as long as you don't see tomorrow's sunrise,
With a talent like yours, I naturally want you to live longer."
"What on earth do you mean?" Xu Wenyang looked at the person in front of him with confusion, totally not understanding the deeper meaning of the other person's words.
For him at this moment, every moment he lives longer means more pain and torture.
The man's face was as calm as water, and he slowly wrapped the thick hemp rope in his hand around Xu Wenyang's neck.
"Listen carefully, my last name is Yuan. My sister was cheated by a shameless man a few years ago, and this incident brought shame and disgrace to our entire family.
In despair, she chose to hang herself, but ultimately failed. Afterwards, her family sent her to Yunshui Temple, a place where noble ladies who had committed crimes were imprisoned.
However, the last news I got was that she jumped into a well and died..." At this point, the jailer surnamed Yuan suddenly exerted force with both hands and began to gradually tighten the hemp rope in his hands.
As the rope became tighter and tighter, Xu Wenyang felt difficulty breathing and his chest seemed to explode. His face turned red in an instant and his breathing became more and more rapid.
Just when he felt that he was about to suffocate to death, the jailer suddenly loosened his hands that were tightly gripping the hemp rope, allowing Xu Wenyang to breathe deeply again.
Xu Wenyang, who had just experienced the brink of life and death, felt the fear in his heart surge like a tide and enveloped his whole body again.
He begged in a hoarse voice: "Please, have mercy on me and give me a quick death! Don't torture me like this anymore!"
Facing Xu Wenyang's plea for mercy, the jailer smiled coldly and responded: "Hmph, don't worry, it won't be too long. At most, it will only last until tonight."
Before he finished speaking, his pair of big hands, like iron pliers, tightened the hemp rope in his hands again...
It was unknown how many times this happened. After the night was over, Xu Wenyang finally died after the jailer pulled him for the last time. At this time, his neck was covered with purple marks from being strangled.
Of course, for a person who is destined to die, no one will care how he dies.
"Huh!" Xu Wenyang took a deep breath and woke up from his sleep. Looking at the familiar room decorations around him, he pinched his arms and moved his toes.
He finally confirmed that he had returned to modern society.
"Xiaotong, you're awake!" Xu Tong's mother looked at her son who had been in a coma for half a year and couldn't help crying with joy. "You've been in a coma since the last car accident. Now you've finally woken up. Why don't you say something!"
Xu Wenyang, who is Xu Tong in modern society, opened his mouth hard but no sound came out.
Xu's mother pressed the emergency bell at the bedside with great concern. The doctor came over quickly and gave Xu Tong a simple examination: "This shouldn't be the case! His throat isn't injured, so why can't he speak?"
Xu Tong opened his mouth full of confusion and tried again to make even the slightest sound, but no matter how hard he tried, his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make any sound.
He was unwilling to remain silent, so he tried again and again, but the result was the same.
Seeing this, the doctor frowned slightly and thought for a moment before saying, "From the current perspective, this situation may only be a temporary problem. We can observe for a while and see if there will be any improvement in the future."
Hearing this, although the Xu family was extremely anxious, there seemed to be no other way at the moment, and they could only nod in agreement helplessly.
However, who would have thought that this so-called "observation" would last for two full weeks!
During this period, Xu Tong had already been discharged from the hospital and returned home to recuperate, but he was still unable to speak normally.
Not only that, there is something even more bizarre - in that serious car accident, the part of Xu Tong's body that suffered the most severe impact was clearly in his upper body. Logically, his lower body should have been basically unharmed.
But since waking up, he often felt bursts of piercing pain in his toes.
That night, Xu Tong lay in his comfortable bed at home as usual, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
In a trance, he suddenly felt as if his soul had left his body and was flying lightly in a certain direction.
Soon, he found himself in front of the dark cell where he had been imprisoned for several years.
Through the gap in the cell door, he saw several jailers carrying a bloody and horrible "corpse" slowly out.
Looking closely, isn't that me?
There was hardly a single piece of intact skin on the "corpse". It was covered with hideous wounds and bruises. Just one look at it made Xu Tong tremble uncontrollably.
At this moment, the sound of a conversation came into his ears.
"This is too miserable!" The voice was lazily voiced.
"It's quite serious. Look, it has injured the soul and body." The voice sounded more serious.
The lazy voice continued, "Becoming mute, or unable to walk in the future? Although this scumbag is still alive, he seems a bit miserable."
"Not only that, it's his soul that's injured, so these injuries will follow him for generations." The serious voice paused, "Without doing good deeds and accumulating virtue for dozens of lifetimes, I'm afraid it will always be like this."
When Xu Tong heard this, his heart was filled with fear and despair.
He didn't want to be disabled for the rest of his life, and he didn't want to endure such endless pain.
"No! I can't just do this," Xu Tong shouted in his heart.
At this moment, the true identities of the two people in the conversation finally revealed. They turned out to be Yun Ni and the Wheel of Samsara.
The Wheel of Samsara circled around Xu Tong and exclaimed in amazement: "You can actually travel back and forth, don't you have any small abilities?"
Because he couldn't speak, Xu Tong could only shake his head desperately to express his wish not to be disabled.
"Panpan, he seems to think you are a turtle in the wishing well!" Yun Ni'ao said with some gloating after peeking into Xu Tong's heart.
The light of the Wheel of Reincarnation seemed to turn a little greener, and then the voice sounded like gnashing teeth: "Your crime has been determined, this is the punishment you deserve. You have no hope of recovery in this life, but if you do good deeds, perhaps the injuries to your soul and body will be better in the next life."
Then Xu Tong woke up with a start and found himself still in bed. Everything that had just happened seemed like a nightmare.
However, the pain of the broken toe bones seemed to come back again. Picking up the mirror at hand, Xu Tong looked in the mirror. For a moment, his neck was full of marks from the hemp rope.
But it soon disappeared again.
With a slight wry smile, Xu Tong finally understood why he had had that "dream". Perhaps this was a chance given by God to "save yourself".
Everything is suffering, the only way out is self-salvation!