69novels Chapter 192 Rescue
Chapter 192 Rescue
chapter 192
They arrived at the prison early the next morning.
They had just finished breakfast. It was a bit cold today, so they were wearing more layers. They were supposed to go inside right after breakfast, but Song Qu suddenly said, "Let's wait half an hour."
Although he didn't understand, Meng Youcheng didn't refute it.
Half an hour later, they entered the prison.
The room was filled with screams of agony. Only then did Meng Youcheng realize that the torture instruments the interrogators were using were red-hot branding irons, and they were also scraping their flesh with knives, leaving it bloody, smelling extremely foul, and looking utterly repulsive...
Meng Youcheng then understood Song Qu's meaning, and seeing the scene before him, he really felt like vomiting.
At this moment, he was a little worried. How was Feng Jingsheng?
Do we also have to endure these instruments of torture?
Before Meng Youcheng could react, they had already arrived outside the prison where Feng Jinsheng was.
A painful scream was enough to shatter the heavens.
Meng Youcheng turned his head tremblingly and glanced at it. He was a little scared. He had prepared himself mentally, but when he saw it, he was clearly less prepared.
The judge held a thick, long whip, lashing it relentlessly. The boy gripped the stool in pain, clenching his teeth. In a short while, a clear welt appeared on his body. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he cried out…
The interrogator cracked the whip hard. "Young Marshal Feng, I advise you to be sensible and tell me everything you need to say. That way you'll avoid all this physical suffering. You're going to die anyway, so wouldn't it be better to die quickly before you die?"
Feng Jingsheng gritted his teeth and remained silent.
The interrogator pressed harder, and clear streaks of blood immediately appeared on Feng Jinsheng's body, flowing freely, making him look like a blood-soaked figure.
Feng Jinsheng was drenched in sweat, his entire body covered in sweat and blood. He gripped the bench tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. He tried his best not to make a sound, but the intense pain forced him to cry out.
"Fine... you're stubborn, aren't you?"
The interrogator picked up the branding iron next to him. The hot iron was red-hot from the fire and looked extremely frightening.
"Then I'll leave a scar on you, one that you'll never be able to remove!"
Just as things were about to turn dangerous, Song Qu urgently called for a halt, "Enough!"
The interrogator glanced back. "General..."
Song Qu walked in, sighed, and said, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Go out and have some breakfast first. I'll ask you what's wrong."
The interrogator then put down the branding iron, turned and left, saying, "Okay..."
Song Qu glanced back at Meng Youcheng. "Teacher Meng... this is the last time we'll meet. There won't be a next time. Let's say everything we need to say. We have half an hour..."
Meng Youcheng stepped forward, pondering, "With such severe injuries, what if he were suddenly beaten to death?"
Song Qu paused for a second, "He's physically strong, it shouldn't be that bad, and even if he were beaten to death, he would have deserved it."
Song Qu glanced back at Feng Jingsheng before leaving. "I'll keep watch outside. This time, everything must be explained clearly. There won't be a next time."
"good……"
Meng Youcheng stared at Feng Jingsheng in front of him, completely stunned.
The man before me had his head hanging low, and the scars on his body were clearly visible. Those streaks of blood were so gruesome. His hair was disheveled and stained with blood, some parts of it turning red, which was quite frightening...
Meng Youcheng walked over, squatted down, cupped his face in his hands, and gently called out, "Asheng..."
Feng Jingsheng wearily opened his eyes, his eyelids instantly squinting into three lines. Upon seeing Meng Youcheng, he couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his lips. "What? Here we go again?"
His voice was even weaker than yesterday, as if it were about to be inaudible.
Meng Youcheng gently touched his face, trying his best to wipe away the dirt. "Are you... alright?"
Feng Jingsheng clearly avoided the question, saying weakly, "You miss me that much? You can't stand it after just one day? Do you only feel happy when you see me every day? Sigh... I knew it, my charm is always so great, and before you know it... cough cough cough..."
He coughed a few times, then added, "He has won over Teacher Meng's heart once again."
Meng Youcheng didn't want to banter with him. Seeing his pitiful state, he couldn't bring himself to say what he wanted to say.
He touched his face. "Do you want to... leave here?"
A glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Feng Jingsheng's eyes. He raised his head to look at Meng Youcheng, but after a moment, he lowered his head again, and the light dimmed once more. "What can we do? I know this prison very well. You can't get out, baby. Don't bother. Don't drag you in here again, cough cough cough... that wouldn't be good."
Do you believe me?
Meng Youcheng cupped his face in his hands and asked softly, "If I said I could get you out of here, would you believe me?"
Feng Jingsheng looked up at him again, "A letter..."
His voice was also very soft, "If I could get out... I would definitely marry you."
Meng Youcheng thought for a moment, took out the medicine from his pocket, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged Feng Jingsheng. The boy had scars on his body, so it was hard not to touch them. Feng Jingsheng gritted his teeth in pain and did not make a sound.
Then, I carefully fed him the medicine.
From behind, it looked like Meng Youcheng was just hugging him.
After a series of actions, he put the empty bottle back in his pocket, slowly exhaled, then cupped his face in his hands and gently rubbed it. "Aren't you going to ask me what it is? You trust me that much? What if it's poison?"
"To die under a pomegranate skirt, even as a ghost, is still romantic..."
Feng Jingsheng was clearly in poor condition. He frowned, closed his eyes, and said, "Anyway, I've already fallen into your hands. If it really is poison, I'll accept it. I'm not going to get out of here alive anyway. I'll be happier if I die at your hands."
"Cough cough..."
Meng Youcheng touched his face, feeling a pang of sadness. He had so much to say, but only managed to utter one sentence: "Fool."
Feng Jingsheng coughed several times, finally letting out a long breath, and said, "Baby, I keep having dreams lately about kissing you. I miss you so much, your soft lips. I could never get enough of kissing you before, but every time I dream about you, it doesn't feel real enough..."
"And... I woke up in pain as soon as I dreamed about it. It's so painful. I want to kiss you again, to bite you again. Your soft lips, I want to drink your blood, it's sweet. My mouth is so dry right now, it hurts so much..."
"Cough cough..."
"Could you grant me one last wish?"
Meng Youcheng cupped his face and kissed his lips.
They left in a short while.
"Didn't you say you wanted to bite? What's wrong...?"
"hehe……"
Feng Jingsheng forced a smile. "I told you, you're the fool. Why would I bear to bite?"
"You used to..."
"I used to be angry..."
Feng Jingsheng sighed, "I used to think you were blind. I'm so handsome, tall, rich, and have eight-pack abs, and you didn't know how to cherish me, you didn't know how to love me, and you even made me pay you to be with you. How could I not be angry? I'll bite you to teach you a lesson and let you know... in the whole world, I am the most suitable person for you."
Meng Youcheng was stunned...
"Let's go, let's not stay here..."
Tears streamed down Feng Jingsheng's face. "If I survive, I will definitely come to find you, baby... When the world is at peace and there is no longer a distinction between the upper and lower parts, I will definitely give you a betrothal gift and marry you."
Meng Youcheng touched his face, "If anyone's going to marry, it'll be me..."
Feng Jingsheng smiled and said, "Then I'll wait."
……
"Teacher Meng..."
Song Qu and Meng Youcheng were walking along the road in silence. Song Qu seemed very nervous, but Meng Youcheng didn't want to pay much attention to him and just kept walking. Suddenly, he broke the silence.
Meng Youcheng belatedly glanced at him, "What's wrong?"
After a long pause, Song Qu finally said, "Just now... I saw you kiss him. Does he have some kind of leverage over you? Do you need my help? I have a feeling..."
"Mr. Song, you've misunderstood..."
Meng Youcheng thought for a moment, "He and I... it is indeed as you think. We... have been together for quite a while. He just told me that this is his last wish, so I granted it."
Song Qu awkwardly scratched his head. "Then... what will we do in the future?"
Meng Youcheng immediately understood what he meant. "I can accept his death. As for the future... let's take it one step at a time. If I'm lucky enough to meet someone who loves me, I think I'll fall in love with them too?"
A long-lost smile appeared on Song Qu's face. "Oh...that...is quite a sad thing."
"Oh, right..."
Meng Youcheng suddenly realized something. "He's so badly injured, and that guy hit him so hard. I feel like he might not live much longer. When I spoke to him just now, he sounded weak and listless. I think you should tell your men to go easy on him; he might really be beaten to death."
Feng Jingsheng nodded. "I understand."
……
"General, something terrible has happened! Feng... Feng Jin is dead!"
Song Qu was shocked and stood up abruptly. "What?!"
Meng Youcheng, who was standing next to him, also stood up, his face showing a look of great horror. "Why...why so suddenly?"
Song Qu picked up her coat from beside her. "I have to go check..."
Meng Youcheng suddenly grabbed him, "What do you plan to do?"
"If he's really dead, he should be thrown into a mass grave..."
"However... I want to dissect his body."