Chapter 992 Mental Torture Is More Serious Abuse than Physical Torture

Fu Ziyao trembled all over when he thought of this. He wanted to control his mood, but couldn't. His eyes suddenly looked towards Fu Zihan.

The younger brother in the family has been favored by thousands of people since he was a child. He has an extreme and surly personality and loves to do deviant things.

Fu Ziyao tried not to blame him, tried not to hate him.

But he can't.

The death of the third brother was like the straw that broke the camel's back.

Yesterday Mr. Zhang was an exception, but today the third brother is so close to him, so close that only anger and anger can alleviate the fear in his heart.

"Don't you say something?" Fu Ziyao pushed his younger brother with a very bad attitude.

Fu Zilan saw something and wanted to stop him, but then took his hand back.

Fu Zihan said nothing, lowered his head, picked up his shovel, and worked in the manure as if to vent his anger.

Fu Ziyao pushed him again and said louder: "Third brother died because of you, and you didn't even shed a tear. Fu Zihan, you are so cruel and ruthless!"

Fu Zihan was pushed by him and staggered. After he stabilized himself, he remained silent and shoveled dung.

Fu Ziyao cursed: "I knew you were rebellious and unreasonable before, but now I realize that you are more than just rebellious, you are heartless! You have no heart at all, Fu Zihan, just say something! I'll let you speak!"

Fu Zihan didn't say anything. He was like a walking zombie. No matter how Fu Ziyao pushed him, he still held his shovel and shoveled the dung numbly and mechanically, as if he would forget other things if he focused on one thing. Forget about someone’s death.

Fu Ziyao had collapsed. He didn't care about anything else and got into a fight with Fu Zihan.

Fu Zilan didn't stop him at first, but later he had to stop him because they were about to fight.

At the end of this farce, Fu Zihan's face was covered with blood after being beaten by Fu Ziyao. The jailer watching from a distance came over calmly, took Fu Zihan to bandage, and scolded the others. Keep working.

The farmland returned to calm, and everyone continued to work in an orderly manner. No one dared to make trouble anymore, because they knew that the results of making trouble would not be of any benefit to their current situation.

On the other side, Liu Sui whispered to Yang Min: "Two people died yesterday and today. Do we really need all of us to die to satisfy Liu?"

Yang Min turned over a piece of soil and glanced at him: "Do you really believe that Fu Ziyong is dead?"

Liu Sui frowned and asked, "Isn't it?"

Yang Min smiled.

Liu Sui noticed something was wrong: "What on earth are you trying to say? Didn't the three brothers of the Fu family go and see someone die? How could they be so crazy?"

Yang Min shook his head: "I don't know, but my intuition tells me that things are not that simple."

Liu Sui snorted: "You're not a woman, so what's the use of your intuition."

Yang Min: "..."

In the evening, everyone finally finished their work, and the jailer put out food. Compared with the coarse grain steamed buns and hot porridge at noon, there was an extra dish of vegetables at night.

No one disliked it, everyone devoured it without even leaving a bite of vegetable scraps.

When going to bed at night, compared to the commotion last night, everyone is much calmer tonight, because they know that only by sleeping well can they finish the fortifications early tomorrow and eat early.

There was no words for a night, except for Fu Ziyong, who faintly woke up on the other side of the prison.

He looked at his surroundings with a pale face and rolled his eyes a few times. After a moment, he turned to the wooden bed opposite, where a thin man in green clothes was sitting.

"you……"

"Fu Sanshao, you're awake." The thin man heard the noise and looked up. After calling out, he dragged his injured leg and limped over and asked, "You've been sleeping all day. Are you feeling better now? Do you want to drink some water?"

Fu Ziyong looked at him blankly for a long time before he asked firmly: "Zhang, Mr. Zhang?"

Mr. Zhang nodded, turned around, went to the table to pour a glass of warm water, brought it over and handed it to Fu Ziyong's mouth: "Drink some water to feel better."

Fu Ziyong took a sip from his hand. When he swallowed it, his throat hurt terribly, but he couldn't care less. He just stared at Mr. Zhang and asked blankly: "Am I dead?"

Mr. Zhang was stunned: "Aren't you alive? How could you be dead?"

"Then...why are you here?"

"Me?" Mr. Zhang seemed to be confused. He looked down at himself and said blankly: "I'm injured. My stomach is broken. That Master Liu said that my injury is too serious and I need to rest. I don't need to be with other people." They live together, so let me live here alone." He said, and opened his clothes to expose his wrapped belly, and then said: "My belly was sewn up with needle and thread, and I don't know if it was wiped. What kind of medicine, the pain was so bad the first day that I couldn't move, but today I can go to the ground. Mr. Liu said that fortunately the internal organs were not hurt, and the skin and flesh were sewed up and he healed quickly."

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he saw that Mr. Fu was still looking stupid and confused, so he asked, "Are you hungry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ziyong felt a gurgling feeling in his stomach.

His face became a little grimmer, he stared at Mr. Zhang and asked with difficulty: "Yes, is there anything to eat?"

Mr. Zhang slowly walked to the table and took out two steamed buns from a yellow package.

"It was left by Master Liu. He said that I might be hungry in the middle of the night." After saying that, he handed both of them to Fu Ziyong.

As soon as Fu Ziyong got it, he immediately devoured it. The bun was already cold, icy cold, and felt dry and hard in his mouth, but he drank the water and couldn't stop eating.

I am so hungry. I have been rich for half my life and have never tasted the taste of hunger. This time, I finally feel it thoroughly.

The steamed bun was finished after just a few bites. Fu Ziyong was a little relieved. While wiping his mouth, he looked at Mr. Zhang again and asked in a hoarse voice: "What's going on?"

Mr. Zhang didn’t know what he wanted to ask. In his opinion, he was seriously injured and had been given extra care. He was put in a clean cell to recuperate. But from Mr. Fu’s words, he actually heard that he was already dead. He was a little shocked by the news: "I... died? How, how is it possible? I, am I not doing well?"

"This is also what I want to ask." Fu Ziyong is not very bright. He has not connected the events until now. The only thing he knows is that Mr. Liu lied to them. Mr. Zhang is not dead, but why did Mr. Liu He had to lie, but he couldn't figure out why he spread rumors about Mr. Zhang's death.

Of course, he didn't know at this moment that not only Mr. Zhang was dead, but he was also "dead".

The successive "deaths" of Mr. Zhang and Fu Ziyong added a layer of weirdness to the prison.

In the next two days, the people in the prison were very peaceful. They didn't think about anything now. The first priority when they woke up every day was to work hard so that they could have a hot meal during lunch time.

Everyone wants to live, no one wants to die, and they are looking forward to their family members coming to save them, so before that, they must ensure that they are alive.

Liu Wei also came to supervise the work on the second day, but did not come on the third day.

Sima Xi came to the post house and reported the situation in the prison to Mr. Liu. After the report, he did not leave, but turned around and went to the next room.

Rong Leng is waiting for him.

After handing over the secret message he had brought, Sima Xi endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold it back and asked: "Your Majesty, what exactly do Master Liu want to do with them?"

Rong Leng glanced at him: "You should ask her this."

Sima Xi paused and said, "Master Liu's thoughts cannot be guessed by the subordinate. He said that mental torture is a more serious form of abuse than physical torture. He will let go after he has seen enough of their mental collapse. But, mental torture What is torture?”

Sima Xi was quite knowledgeable, but he was really unable to understand some of what Mr. Liu said.

"In short." Rong Leng answered his question with a smile in his words: "Let her go when she's done playing."

Sima Xi: "..."