Such instruments of torture, such methods—it was simply monstrous, like the ways the ghost guards of hell were said to torment people in legends. Even Zhang Tie, who had seen all manner of scenes, was witnessing such an execution method for the first time.
This kind of execution treated a person like livestock clamped in a vise, like meat roasting over a fire. Beyond the physical agony, it was an immense devastation of the mind. The Han Family's eldest young master screamed miserably for only a few seconds before fainting outright. It was impossible to tell whether the pain or the terror had done him in.
Yet the people in the dungeon—Chief Steward Si, the jailer, the guards, even those carrying out the execution—were utterly unsurprised. They seemed to have long since gone numb to such sights.
The filth and darkness here far exceeded Zhang Tie's imagination.
"Chief Steward Si, have you come to see those female Divine Generals from the Yin-Yang Sect?" The dungeon jailer bobbed and scraped before Chief Steward Si, as if he had not heard the screams still echoing through the dungeon. His fleshy face wore an ingratiating, **** smile, revealing a mouthful of blackish-yellow teeth like those of some carrion-eating beast that lived in darkness. "When those people were brought in just now, I took a look. Those female Divine Generals are all quite fiery-looking, and several have excellent figures. Hehehe, they ought to be just to Chief Steward Si's taste. If you wish to have some fun, I can have the men below make arrangements..."
"So you do know what I like!" Chief Steward Si patted the jailer on the shoulder and gave him an approving glance. "Though I have not yet advanced to Divine General, what I enjoy most is watching those female