1645 The Secret Worry of the Blood Fiend Palace 3 (2/2)

Inside the dim and dank dungeon, were various chilling tools of torture. When the disciples within the dungeon saw Gu Ying appear, they immediately went forward to bow in deference.

Gu Ying ignored them completely and instead walked on his own towards the torture rack.

”I came to receive punishment.” Gu Ying said highly nonchalantly.

The men on duty at the dungeon looked at each other and then stepped forward without a word to help Gu Ying remove his outer robe, leaving him only with his thin under robe before strapping him onto the torture rack.

The crackling sounds of the whip reverberated within the dim dungeon, sounding unusually prickly to the ear under the silence of the place.

The sounds went on for half a day, and it only stopped when it was deep into the night.

The disciple meting out the punishment had already retreated out from the dungeon and in that dim dungeon, only Gu Ying who was covered all over in blood was there all alone strapped upon the torture rack, his head drooping down, the thin inner robe torn to shreds by the countless lashes of the whip, the crisscrossing wounds with his flesh torn and turned outwards, blood congealed upon the gaping wounds. Only on that handsome face was there no trace of a wound, but was extremely pale and drained of all colour.

Gu Ying eyes were both closed and his hair slightly messed up. He looked like he had fainted but was still tied to the torture rack with the ropes around his hands.

Suddenly, a black shadow walked out from under the dim flickering light, to look at Gu Ying tied up upon the torture rack and his brows creased together slightly.

”Young Lord.”

Gu Ying's eyes opened slowly as he raised his head, revealing a long lash mark around his neck running down all the way from his ear to his collarbone.