Chapter 481 Toast

The beautiful figure on the red stage plucked the strings, and the lingering music lingered around the stage. The prefect plucked his beard. On the left was a pretty beauty, and on the right was a charming woman, one old and one young. They ate a mountain delicacy and a seafood delicacy, and they were as happy as gods.

Hearing the question from the beautiful woman in his arms, he turned his head and looked at the nameless prisoner. He looked up and down, showing surprise. The fireworks and red powder land fascinated his eyes and heart. It seemed that he had only noticed this person at this moment.

On the right side of the round table, the prisoner stood quietly and said nothing. Zhang Long, holding his left and right arms, also looked over and saw that the prisoner's eyes seemed to have changed. He was a rough man who had practiced martial arts since he was a child. Fortunately, he entered the sect and opened the acupoints. He was considered a half-life extender, but he could not read a single word. He could not describe the specific changes, but he knew that there were changes.

If you have to describe it, it's like a dead person turning into a living person. But it was not a compliment, as if the dead should have been buried and forgotten, and fame and fortune in life were just passing clouds, and should be dispersed. But the grave was dug up again, the body was dug out and whipped repeatedly, and suddenly woke up on the way.

The prefect's hands and feet were dirty, and he kept calling that person, his eyes were rippling, and his heart was itchy. He said: "Haha, you don't understand this, you beg me, I will tell you."

The two women beside him knew what was interesting, begging and pushing him again and again, their voices were soft and charming, although a little artificial, but the prefect was sold on this, his mouth corners raised, his face flushed, and finally drank a glass of fine wine, "This man is a serious offender."

The two women asked again, what is a serious offender, is it beheaded or exterminated?

The prefect tapped his fingers lightly and told the story, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu also cast their eyes, the cultural man's speech was attractive, even if it was bragging and showing off, it was beneficial to listen to it.

The prefect hinted at something, with a faint smile on his face: "Do you think that the most terrifying thing in the world is death?"

"What if not?" Zhang Long blinked.

"A sharp knife will kill a person in a moment. Although the appearance of heads rolling is horrifying, in terms of pain, it is not even as painful as a serious illness. Do you think so?" The prefect said calmly, and the two women beside him rubbed his shoulders and beat his legs, which was very considerate.

The madam, wearing a hazy moon-gauze skirt, nodded in agreement. She held Zhao Hu's neck with one hand, rested her legs on him, leaned her soft body against him, picked up a jade grape with two fingers, and fed Zhao Hu to eat it, "Your Excellency is right, but from what you said, death is nothing?"

"Of course it counts!" The prefect tapped the table lightly, making a clattering sound, "It counts until the second when you completely die."

"Every minute and every second before death is the real torture."

At this point, the prefect glanced at the nameless prisoner, "Our majesty is well aware of this point, and is so smart and cruel that he invented this punishment."

"Isn't it just exile? I still think beheading is more terrible." The woman next to Zhang Long said.

It is said that it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. No matter how hard or tired you are, you are still alive. No matter how difficult or painful it is, you are still alive.

"Haha, this exile sentence will not allow you to survive, it will just prolong your death." Zhang Long sneered and said this to the prisoner.

As expected, the prisoner's eyes were waving for a moment, no longer as still as a pool of water.

"You are short-sighted, and it's not your fault if you don't know."

"Let me tell you in detail."

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Zhang Long told the women about the punishment of stripping of name, showing off his knowledge. When the women learned the details, they were all terrified and looked at the prisoner sideways.

From head to toe. The prisoner only had a pair of eyes, and his two soles were exposed. He was covered tightly from head to toe.

It was also heard that there was a sin rope under the thief's robe, but even Zhang Long and Zhao Hu didn't know how to tie it. However, the prefect of Panjiu City knew a thing or two, which was to tie it with hands behind the back and elbows.

I also know that the sin rope, black iron handcuffs, and body-covering robes all come from a force called "Secret Pavilion". The Secret Pavilion is connected to the Tianji Dao. The Tianji Dao in Dayu has all been invested by the empress.

"Doesn't that mean that wearing these things is almost equivalent to death?" The old procuress felt a chill in her heart.

"It's more painful than death. It's like a walking living dead." The prefect said, and then he looked at him, "Moreover, reincarnation after death is also a beast, which is the worst, and you will never be able to turn over."

"The punishment of stripping of name seems to be exile, but in fact it is stripping away from the world step by step, so beheading is just a child's play compared to it."

"And the person who executes the sentence will take a pill of Qingshen, which is a beneficial pill that can clear a person's mind. One pill is worth hundreds of taels, but when used on this person, it means that he will be soberly watching himself being stripped away step by step, and he will never be able to turn over."

"It's miserable!"

The prefect took a sip of wine. Although he sighed, it was not difficult to hear that he was gloating even more.

And these words were deliberately said in front of the prisoners. The prisoners on the way to stripping of name were repeatedly reminded of the severity and difficulty of this punishment, and the misery of the next life, like needles piercing their hearts.

It was more painful than being stabbed directly. The prisoner heard the conversation and was obviously trembling slightly.

Fear, helplessness, and hesitation almost overflowed from his eyes, and he could do nothing but stand by and let them do it.

Suddenly, the prisoner's legs became weak and he was about to fall down, stumbling.

This scene made several people laugh. The madam joked: "She must be scared."

"If it were you, wouldn't you be scared?" the prefect asked.

"I'm scared, very scared." The madam laughed and said: "But I'm a small person, so how can I be tortured like this?"

"I'm afraid this outfit is not cheap."

The prefect laughed and said, "You are smart. You are right. Even if you want to have a taste of this, it is not your turn."

"Only the high officials in the court can be favored by the empress and given this great opportunity."

As soon as these words came out.

The women of the madam were all surprised and asked curiously, "Then this man was once a high official? How does he compare to the prefect?"

The prefect sneered, "I am not even worthy of lifting his toes."

"Dude!"

The servant gasped and looked sideways at the shaky prisoner. This miserable-looking man actually had such a glorious past.

Then his heart was chilled again. Putting himself in his shoes and thinking from his perspective, this gap must be huge, which would drive people crazy. Think about the high official who was once stripped of everything, neither human nor beast, the robe that cannot be removed, the rope of sin that cannot be cut, and the black iron shackles that cannot be thrown away.

"So poisonous." A woman thought in her heart.

"Come, let's toast to this great official." The prefect raised the silver cup and said with a smile.