nashuaworldcup Chapter 290: The family and the country are in danger (Yan Yu extra)
Chapter 290: The family and the country are in danger (Yan Yu extra)
In the third year of Yan Yu's alliance with the Communists, he defeated the enemy and captured many prisoners of war. Yan Yu did not claim credit, but only took one person with him.
It is said that screams of agony lasted for a long time in the Yan family's dungeon that day.
As someone who possesses Bu Shaoluan's memories, Yan Yu naturally knows which tortures are the most torturous.
First, inflict wounds that do not affect the integrity of the body or threaten life. Once the body is covered in wounds, the person will pass out.
At this moment, a basin of salt and chili water poured on you can bring you back to life from the brink of death.
Let it air out for a couple of days until the pain subsides, then have the doctor take good care of you.
As long as a person wants to live, they will accept medical treatment.
Yan Yu sat outside the cell, looking through the glass at the people inside who were barely clinging to life, a pleased smile curving his lips.
The wounds on his body have mostly healed; it was worth spending so much money to carefully nurse them back to health.
The butterfly knife danced between her long, slender fingers, her eyes filled with a coldness.
The military boots stomped on the ground, splashing up a pool of foul-smelling blood that then slid off the black surface of the boots.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound of rubber shoe soles against the hard stone slabs sounded particularly hollow and eerie in the empty cell.
That beautiful and voluptuous face emerged from the darkness, until the flickering candlelight fell upon it, making his pale face appear like a vengeful demon.
The person being dragged to sit on the torture bench looked up at the person who walked in front of him and a smile appeared on his lips.
"You came."
Yan Yu looked at the disheveled man in front of him with great interest.
He has waited for this day for too long.
Standing in front of this person, the hilt of the gold sword, faded with age, paused, then plunged into the arm.
Wang Jing's face turned pale with pain, cold sweat trickled down his temples, and he made a series of gasping sounds.
Yan Yu's eyes flickered, somewhat surprised.
There was no scream?
"The bones are quite strong."
Wang Jing turned his head, as if to say something, when the beautiful butterfly knife was suddenly pulled out.
"what!"
A scream rang out clearly in the empty cell.
Her beautiful fox-like eyes narrowed into a pleased arc. "I have no interest in hearing what you have to say. This cut will be used to collect some interest for the gentleman."
Upon catching a glimpse of those cold eyes, Wang Jing knew he was doomed.
Recalling the inhuman torture he had endured some time ago, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Yan Yu had no time to pay attention to the man's thoughts. He turned the beautiful butterfly knife around and brought it down toward the intact hand.
Another scream.
Wang Jing bit her lip, turned her head to look at the person in front of her, and raised a mocking smile, "Do you know how I crippled my senior brother's beautiful hands? When those fingernails were pulled out, he was lying there like a dead dog, hahahahaha."
Yan Yu's eyes turned cold as he looked at the man laughing hysterically in front of him. He raised a light smile, clearly seeing through the man's thoughts.
"Do you want me to kill you in a fit of anger? I won't. After enduring this for so long, I will use your butterfly knife to slice off your flesh piece by piece."
The young man's voice was cheerful, as if he had discovered something interesting. He pointed to the torture instruments next to him, looking as if he had just realized something. "I forgot, we should have used this first. My mistake."
Watching those hands, just as beautiful and delicate as in his memory, gently pick up the pliers, Wang Jingcai belatedly felt a sense of fear.
Looking at the trembling person in front of him, Yan Yu raised a gleeful smile, like Satan who built his happiness on the suffering of others.
"Don't panic, it's still early before dawn."
So don't be so afraid beforehand. He will make the person in front of you experience what it means to be unable to live or die.
He wants to send him to hell, so that his three souls and seven spirits will be broken and he will not be able to reincarnate!
If there are gods above, may all sins be placed upon him.
The gentleman must be clean and tidy.
May we live happily ever after in our next life.
The piercing screams echoed through the dark dungeon, lingering for a long time.
As dawn broke, Yan Yu emerged, reeking of blood. Deputy General Bai, who had waited all night, handed him a handkerchief.
Yan Yu lowered his eyes and carefully wiped the blood off his fingers; it was sticky and disgusting.
It's utterly disgusting.
No matter how hard he tried to wipe it clean, Yan Yu became increasingly frustrated, and in anger, he threw the handkerchief away.
"I'm going back to take a shower."
This body is covered in blood, it's filthy, I can't let the master see it.
Watching Yan Yu's hurried departure, Deputy General Bai sighed.
Today is the anniversary of his death, and this is the only day he'll care about his image.
The person being carried out was so physically unpleasant that I waved my hand and told them to take him away quickly.
Perhaps it can no longer be called a human being; it's just a lump of rotten flesh and skeleton.
Thinking of the scene he had just witnessed, Deputy General Bai's face turned pale.
***
In the days that followed, Yan Yu maintained a state of mutual non-interference with the Communists. After each victory in a battle, he would only ask one or two people to be responsible for interrogation.
He had absolutely no interest in military achievements.
More accurately, he had no interest in anything except interrogating seemingly unrelated people.
He was a loner and, apart from being polite to Chen Lian, he didn't give anyone a friendly look.
It wasn't that no one had tried to set him up with a match. Every time someone introduced someone, he would give a gentle smile and say, "I already have a wife at home, who is virtuous and beautiful. Do the women you introduce me deserve to be compared to him?"
This left the person speechless.
When asked why he had never met his wife, Yan Yu would twirl the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist and say, "It is because I am unlucky that I could not grow old with her."
Later, as the story spread, it became known as Yan Yuke's wife.
He didn't seem inclined to explain.
Perhaps deep down he believes that this is the right thing to do.
Otherwise, why would A-Yao have met such a tragic end in both of his lifetimes?
Chen Lian had tried to persuade him.
After so many years of getting along, he genuinely considered Yan Yu as family.
"Why are you doing this?"
Yan Yu paused in the hand twirling the butterfly knife, lowered her eyes, and said, "Uncle Chen, there's no need to persuade me. My husband and I have matched our birth dates, exchanged marriage compatibility certificates, and written a marriage contract. He has been buried in my Yan family's ancestral grave. So, in this life, we are destined to be bound together."
Chen Lian hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "You know perfectly well that's not what I meant."
Yan Yu didn't want to say more, and stood up straight, saying, "Me too."
Having finally managed to tie Gu Yao's name to himself, how could he possibly let go?
Let him be greedy for a moment.
I only ask for this life.
Chen Lian didn't say much, but got up and took out a box from a hidden compartment in the wall and handed it to Yan Yu.
A few years ago, they were forced to leave this place, and they didn't have time to take this with them.
Now, it should be handed over to the person who is most qualified to receive it.
"This is something that A-Yao wrote during the years he stayed here. It should have been given to you much earlier."
Yan Yu was taken aback. Looking at the iron box in front of him, he thanked her and turned to leave.