She slept so comfortably that Cheng Qianxun was drowsy.
It was obvious that she overslept again this time.
Although other teammates did not put her on duty last night, she still had a good sleep.
She felt the slight wind carrying an unpleasant smell, and she frowned slightly.
The smell was like old goat, disgusting.
Suddenly she felt something rush towards her and start to tie her up.
She suddenly woke up.
She didn't know when there were so many people around her, about twenty or so.
They were all wearing cheap coarse cloth clothes.
Although some were covered with animal skins, the skins were obviously used for many years.
Almost all gone.
"Caught, damn witch."
The man who tied her up grinned ferociously.
She had seen this guy before.
When he came over next to the monk, he had a deep memory of his rotten teeth.
The three teammates were not here, perhaps looking for food or collecting firewood.
If they were there, they would remind her.
It must have been dawn and they felt they should be safe, so they didn't bother her.
Cheng Qianxun immediately shouted loudly: "What do you mean, there are more than 20 of you?
I am not a witch.
Help, is there anyone here?
How can you, more than 20 low-class people, touch me?"
She kept talking about the number of people just to let other teammates know and tell them not to come over.
Even if the three of them have special powers, if they are separated, if one person rushes to save her, it is equivalent to committing suicide.
She was tied up tightly, and Lan Ya and the others hurriedly led the horse and quickly hitched it into the car.
There couldn't be that many people in the car, so four people got up.
Lanya drove the carriage, whipped him a few times, and hurried back.
"It's over now."
Cheng Qianxun still had a glimmer of hope and tried to think of a way to hold on a little longer so that Sneijder and the others could rescue her.
The carriage drove until it stopped in front of a church.
What we saw along the way were thatched and wooden houses.
Apart from about the manor house where they formerly lived, only the church and the monastery were built of masonry.
It's dark, and the outside is covered with ancient vines, which have existed for at least fifty years.
"Watch her, don't let her escape."
Lanya jumped off the carriage and ran towards the church in front.
When he came out, there was the fat monk beside him. and several others in black monastic robes.
Rotten Tooth was holding a hat in his hand, and his brown hair was as soft as a chicken coop.
He nodded and smiled lingeringly beside the monk: "We caught the witch, Father, it took us a whole night. .”
When the monk saw it was her, he immediately raised his hand: "Okay.
My child, give him the reward."
A person from the church next to him immediately took a small money bag from his waist.
Throw it to Rotten Tooth: "Give" After Rotten Tooth took it, he immediately opened his wallet and poured about fifty copper coins into his hand.
He smiled so hard that he couldn't even see them and counted them greedily.
Cheng Qianxun immediately became angry: "You caught me here just for this little money.
I reward my servants with more than this.
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It's ridiculous."
In this case.
Just pretend it till the end.
There are obviously two kinds of people who have privileges here, one is the church people; the other is the rich nobles.
"Leave the carriage, you can go."
The monk could tell from the silver nails on the saddle that it was the carriage in the manor.
"This..."
The person on the carriage was obviously unwilling.
These two horses and their belongings could be worth a lot of money.
The monk plausibly said: "We must collect evidence up there."
What bullshit evidence, it's all for personal gain.
Cheng Qianxun was pulled out of the carriage and pushed towards the dark and gloomy church.
She has not been seen practicing witchcraft so far, and it seems that she will be interrogated.
Cheng Qianxun's mouth is full of bitterness.
Should she grit her teeth and endure it, waiting for rescue?
Obviously today she will be a revolutionary martyr who will never let go.
Ah, bah, bah, not a martyr.
The martyr is already dead.
He is a medieval hero who defended his innocence.
There is a cellar under the church.
As soon as I bent down and walked down to the entrance, I heard the screams of the women inside one after another.
Could it be that there are already women being executed?
They are really energetic and tireless in destroying others.
The stench in the cellar became even stronger.
There were many torture instruments inside, and a burning brazier in the center.
There is a wooden table at the very end.
A monk is taking a quill pen to record the interrogation.
The person sitting on the chair next to it should be a judge or something.
This judge is so old that his eyes are dim and he is dozing with his head tilted, otherwise he would not have any reaction to the woman here.
There was actually more than one woman inside, two in total, both of whom had been stripped of their clothes.
"No, no..." cried a young woman standing, covering her breasts with her hands.
Two men were approaching her body, looking for something in her.
He also pulled away the hand that was covering her breasts, spread her legs, and looked closely at the inside.
"One on the chest, one on the arm, none on the inside, two on the back..."
They reported the number while looking at it.
"Ah, I can't stand it.
God, you know I'm not a witch..."
The screams next to her were from a woman.
This woman, about fifty years old, was being forced by two men with whips to run back and forth on a ground strewn with gravel.
Her hands and feet were covered with blood.
Every time she couldn't hold on, she fell and her body was pricked by sharp stones, but the whip from behind immediately came up, forcing her to scream and keep running.
"Okay, that's all."
The woman on the other side was asked to know what was on her body, and a man picked up a needle and started poking her.
It turned out that he was poking a mole, and while poking it, he reported: "There is blood on my chest, and now on my back..."
The fat bastard monk saw the old woman throw herself to the ground again, and then was whipped to stand up and continue running.
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He said in a majestic voice: "Damn witch, either continue until you faint, or repent."
"No...I'm not...God, I'm not."
The old woman's body was almost covered with blood.
She continued to move step by step under the whip: "Father, please, I'm not..."
"The devil's servants can talk sweet words.
You can't believe what you say."
The monk said expressionlessly, as if he had a halo above his head and wings behind him.
The old woman finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted on the ground full of sharp stones.
The executioner went up and whipped her three times.
She still didn't wake up.
So she was carried out.
"Fainted," the executioner announced, and then looked at the judge who was sleeping and almost drooling.
The recorder then reminded: "Your Honor, Your Majesty" "Ah" the judge finally woke up and immediately crossed himself on his chest in confusion: "I sentence you in the name of God..."
"Your Excellency," the recorder immediately interrupted the judge: "The witch has not confessed yet."
"Oh, I didn't plead guilty."
The judge's cloudy old eyes looked at the old woman lying on the damp and smelly ground: "Then tomorrow we will use divine judgment to take her into custody first."
The old woman was covered in blood.
They were dragged away without any help or covering their bodies with a piece of cloth.
If the cellar hadn't been too dark, you would have been able to see the blood-stained drag marks on the ground when she was dragged out.
A man on the other side shouted: "She has a black mole but no bleeding, she is a witch" The judge immediately crossed himself again: "In the name of God..."
The woman screamed: "I'm not, I'm not a witch, please stab me again.
The skin is not broken at all."
Cheng Qianxun was really angry and funny.
If the mole is too thick, it will not connect to the capillaries.
Of course there was no blood after the puncture.
So the man squatted, his head was only about twenty centimeters away from her, and he could probably feel her breathing.
He pricked her thigh hard again with the needle: "There is blood."
The woman actually breathed a sigh of relief at this time: "Thank God" The judge then said in a voice that was hoarse and trembling with age: "Then continue."
The answer is: "All the moles have been tested."
The judge was too old, so the person who wrote the transcript said on his behalf: "You still don't repent?
Then it's acupuncture.
The needles keep pricking you.
If you show pain, how can you make a deal with the devil?"
What is this called?
A black mole needs blood when it is pricked.
But the tattoo cannot express pain.
Otherwise, she is a witch.
What kind of logic is that?
People always feel pain when they are stabbed.
The recorder said solemnly and majestically: "If you still don't repent, admit that you have dealings with the devil, and sell your soul to death, then the next step will be imprisonment.
You will have your neck and legs fixed to the wall, and you will kneel alone.
You will be in the cell for two days and nights.
During this period, special people will check to see if the devil will enter or exit through the small hole in the cell door and give you a message."
The corners of Cheng Qianxun's mouth were cramping.
He was fixed to the wall naked and had to kneel for two days and two nights.
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No one can stand it, let alone the medieval European women who only ate black bread.
The woman immediately covered her face and burst into tears.
The man continued talking, and the oil lamp on the table swayed with the airflow from his black teeth, becoming more and more sinister and terrifying: "If you still refuse to repent, then just like the suspected witch just now, keep running until Until you collapse from exhaustion or are willing to repent.”
This is simply scarier than the old lady saying the wolf is coming, but it is all reality.
In order to make the woman understand, the recorder continued: "The last step is the divine judgment.
You will be taken to the river, stripped of all common things on your body, and under the witness of everyone, your knees will be bent, your legs and hands will be bound, and then put into the The cage is placed in the water.
If it floats, it proves that you are a witch; if you are not guilty, you will be pulled out of the water after about half of the candles have burned out."
It turns out that there are also pig-bathing cages in Europe, and they have to be tied up naked.
Regardless of whether this woman is a witch or not, she is bound to die.
The entire process should take about three or four days, which should be enough time for Sneijder and the others to rescue her.
The woman burst into tears, covered her face and cried bitterly: "No, no..."
"Then do you repent?"
the recording officer asked, and then asked twice in succession, but the woman still had no stable mood.
So he was taken away by force.
I would also like to thank these two women for allowing Cheng Qianxun to think clearly and understand what he should do during this period.
After the woman was taken away, the monk said to the judge who fell asleep again: "Your honor, this is also a witch.
Please judge her."
The judge continued to sleep, and the recorder could only wake him up with a loud cough.
The first thing he did after he woke up was to cross himself on his chest as a conditioned reflex formed by his professional habits: "In the name of God..."
"My lord" Even the monk rolled his eyes and reminded: "My good lord, she hasn't started yet
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