Ming Dynasty: I, Emperor Chongzhen, swear not to go to Meishan

Bang bang——

ah……

Two gunshots, accompanied by a shrill howl of agony, rang out upstairs in Tongfu Inn, startling the shopkeeper, shopkeepers and others.

At the urging of the boss, the store clerk cautiously went upstairs to check, but was blocked by two strong men.

The Jin Yiwei is doing business, keep out of the way, and trespassers will be killed without mercy. One of the strong men took out a dark iron plate, shook it, and then put it in his arms.

The iron plate is a genuine Jin Yiwei identity card. In order to facilitate Rong Mo and others and avoid some troubles, Zhu Youjian prepared various identities for them, and the Jin Yiwei identity was only one of them.

Mom...

The store clerk screamed in fright, his legs became weak, and he rolled down the stairs, his face bruised and bruised.

The reputation of Jinyiwei is really not to scare people, but to have a truly vicious reputation. Everyone is afraid of him, and even ghosts and gods have to avoid him.

Under the threat of the two guards, the innkeeper and the shopkeeper turned pale with fear. They closed the door obediently and huddled in the corner fearfully, waiting for relief.

In a guest room, the strong man had been tied to a chair by two guards, his mouth was gagged with a rag, and he could only make muffled screams.

Look at you, you're disobedient and moving around. You're not a good baby.

Eunuch Rong Mo squatted on the floor, bandaging the strong man's wounds gently, speaking softly, as if he were a gentle and virtuous wife serving her husband.

Not only the strong man who was tied up unable to move, but also the two guards felt their hearts tingling, and a slight chill ran down their spines.

Oh, you're disobedient and moving around again. You're not good at all.

When Eunuch Rong Mo saw him moving around, he raised his hand and patted his wound. The pain made the strong man groan miserably, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the muscles all over his body trembled.

Rong Mogong fired two shots. The first shot was shot somewhere, and the second shot hit the strong man's right thigh, breaking the leg bones.

As the old saying goes, even if you are the best in the world in martial arts, you can still make a bullet.

Eunuch Rong Mo bandaged the strong man to stop the bleeding just because he would be interrogated later and could not let him die from excessive blood loss. As for the broken bones, they had nothing to do with him.

Do dying people need treatment?

It's wrapped. After bandaging the strong man, Eunuch Rong Mo clapped his hands, stood up, pulled up a chair and sat next to the strong man, looking at him with a smile.

You lied to our family, but you have to be punished.

The strong man endured the pain of the wound and broken leg, and groaned, with an expression that he would rather die than surrender.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, our family admires the kind of heroes the most who have suffered all kinds of torture and been tortured to the point of being tortured, but they would rather die than surrender. However, since it is an interrogation, the process must go through some steps, don't you think?

Eunuch Rong Mo looked at the strong man with a smile, took out a single-edged knife that shone coldly from his wide sleeve robe, and waved it in front of the strong man.

This knife has been with our family for many years. I usually use it to peel fruits. I'm afraid I have to peel other things today. I won't be able to peel fruits anymore. It's a pity.

Regardless of the strong man's expression and reaction, he was talking to himself, stroking the blade of the knife with his index finger, as gently as caressing the tender skin of his lover, for fear of accidentally breaking the skin.

By the way, I forgot to tell you that our family has a habit of collecting some hard work fees before interrogation.

After Eunuch Rong Mo finished speaking, he pressed the single-edged knife on the thumb of the strong man's right hand. He raised a pebble he picked up from nowhere with his left hand and slammed it on the back of the knife.

There was a strange snap, blood burst out, and the strong man's right thumb fell to the ground.

Well……

The strong man howled in pain, but his mouth was blocked by a rag, and he could only make strange noises.

Oops, you're bleeding again. Don't be afraid. We'll bandage you right away to stop the bleeding. Well, we know that you are a hero and you must not be afraid of pain, right?

At this moment, the strong man looked at Eunuch Rong Mo with a hint of fear in his eyes. This guy is such a psychopath.

If he could speak, he would definitely curse. Who the hell says a hero is not afraid of pain?