When the woman was subjected to interrogation, Shen Hao truly couldn't bring himself to watch. Was it old-fashioned beliefs? Or simply a lack of exposure, making it unfamiliar?
On the contrary, those executioners were all grinning as if it were a holiday. One by one, dusty torture devices were dragged out from the pile of miscellaneous items in the corners—perhaps a rare chance for them to actually be put to use.
A thick hemp rope, coarse as a child's arm and covered in bristles, was brought out. This was also a kind of torture device, made specially for female prisoners. One wonders if the inventor of such a thing died without their body intact...
All things considered, Qin Yurou could be called tough. Three minor tortures, one major, fainting twice in the middle, and finally, it wasn't until the second round of major torture that she loosened her tongue.
Once hope vanishes and it's clear that death isn't the worst fate, confessing becomes exceptionally easy.
