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Zhou Zheng's expression suddenly froze.

He quickly glanced at the man who came in front of him and hurriedly avoided his sight.

The deep black eyes made him feel nervous, and he didn't dare to look at it any longer.

Bailihe couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Zhou, you've been here for an afternoon, just thinking about how to make excuses?"

Zhou Zheng's eyes dodged, "I don't understand what Mr. Baili said."

"Ha, can you forget what the Japanese young master said to you in the lobby?"

Su Qingran looked at Zhou Zhengfa’s stiff face with curiosity.

She wanted to know what Bailihe had told him today, which made him feel confused.

Zhou Zheng's eyes trembled slightly and he slowly moved his steps.

"Baili, open the prison door."

As the iron chains slid down, a wooden stake door was asked to push open gently.

Immediately afterwards, Su Qingran and Bailihe also stepped in.

"Baili, are the things ready?" Murong Che entered the cell and Shi Shiran sat down.

Bailihe responded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

But in a moment, the prison head came over with a basin and mulberry paper.

Zhou Zheng suddenly turned pale when he saw this and subconsciously took two steps back, "Criminal, you, you are..."

Murong Che directly glanced at Bailihe, "It's time to start."

Zhou Zheng was immediately scared and stepped back step by step.

After just two steps, he felt that the under his shoulders were numb and he could no longer move.

Murong Che lowered his eyes and glanced at the mulberry paper, and said lightly: "Mr. Zhou, you must be familiar with these things."

"Murrong, these things were invented by Lord Zhou, so he naturally knew better than us." Bailihe put down the bamboo fan, took a piece of mulberry paper, and wet it with water.

"Since that's the case, let's start." Murong Che's voice was cold.

Su Qingran couldn't help laughing. When these two people partnered, they were so bad that they had no friends.

If Zhou Zheng hadn't moved, he would have been scared and paralyzed.

At this time, Zhou Zheng, who was stiff, looked at the man wearing an iron mask in front of him, and the horror in his heart rose in an instant.

But he couldn't move, so he could only watch Bailihe walk towards him with the wet mulberry paper.

"Criminal, I, Zhou, is a court official at least. You cannot lynch your head, you cannot treat me like this..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his face, and then a suffocation suddenly came.

“Um…”

He couldn't even struggle even if he was lit.

The mulberry paper is very flexible, and even if he breathes hard, he can't tear it.

Just as his face turned red, a small gap was suddenly torn open under his nose.

The fresh air suddenly surged in, and Zhou Zheng breathed greedily.

However, before taking a few breaths, the second piece of mulberry paper was covered, blocking the air again.

At this moment, Zhou Zheng realized what it means to be unable to survive and die.

He also suddenly understood why Bailihe had to take him a house arrest pill when he was in the lobby today to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Because at this time he had never had life as bad as death, but his tongue felt sour and numb that he could not bite it at all.

There was endless fear in his heart, spreading constantly. For the first time, he realized that the man in front of him was so terrible.

Bailihe smiled slightly, and after a moment, he tore a small gap under Zhou Zheng's nose again.

After repeated several times, when the fifth layer of mulberry paper was pasted, Zhou Zheng couldn't help but roar.
Chapter completed!