GBP Chapter 205 Butcher Hou Lin
Chapter 205 Butcher Hou Lin
Lu Zhi had heard of the actions of the ? tribe. After all, they were barbarians from the north who hadn't developed much wisdom yet. Educated in Confucianism, the Lu family would certainly forgive their actions, even offering understanding.
"I wrote an order and handed it to Shi Ge, hoping that he would consider the overall situation."
Lu Zhi couldn't stand the sound and smell of vomiting in the room, so he hurriedly left and went to the study.
After a while, a letter was handed to the scout, asking him to deliver it to the Shige camp as soon as possible.
When Shi Li was in Qiuyou City, he got along well with Kui Zheng of the county.
Once, when he was selecting Deadpool in the prison, he saw a man with ragged clothes, exposing some of his muscles. Although it was October in the north, the man didn't feel cold even though he was wearing only a single layer of clothes.
"Who is this?"
Shi Li asked, pointing at the person who was being held in solitary confinement in the cell.
The person being questioned was the prison boss. He looked at the seven-and-a-half-foot-tall, ferocious-looking man inside and said with a wry smile, "This man's name is Hou Lin, a death row inmate. He could have been chosen by you, my Lord, but this man..."
"How is this person?"
"He often killed people for fun and often roasted their legs alive."
"Strange, I've never seen a person's legs roasted alive."
Shi Li sneered disapprovingly, because these were nothing to their tribe's experience!
"Hearing this, the disheveled Hou Lin tilted his head slightly, looked at Shi Li through his messy hair, and glared at him fiercely."
"Hey, you, how about we have a fight? If I lose, you have to show me how to roast a person's leg alive. If you lose, you have to teach me how to do it."
Shi Li successfully aroused the interest of the people in the prison, and he spoke in a low voice.
"It's not difficult to teach you, but you have to remove the chains on my feet first!"
"Okay, I'll satisfy you with this request. Any other requests?"
After hearing what Shi Li said, Hou Lin looked up at the jailer, who was so scared that he took three steps back.
"Master Shi, this man is very powerful, and the shackles cannot be removed."
The jailer clearly remembered that Hou Lin once said that he wanted to eat the piece of flesh on his calf.
"If I say yes, then go and remove his chains."
"Ah..." The jailer was so scared that he crawled out of the prison.
Shi Li looked at a room guarding the prison. There was a jar of wine and half an elbow in it, which had obviously been eaten by someone.
He came over with the elbow and the wine jar and asked.
"Would you like to eat or drink something?"
"Okay! I haven't eaten meat or drunk wine for a long time, so I'll eat less and save some appetite for your leg meat later."
After hearing Hou Lin's words, Shi Li was not afraid, but continued to walk forward and put the jar of wine at the prison door.
Hou Lin didn't hesitate, he took a sip from the jar, then exhaled and said, "Refreshing!"
At this time, the jailer brought a dozen people with him, some of whom were holding hammers, and some were holding iron chisels and wooden sleepers.
Shi Li knew that these people were here to break the shackles.
As the knocking sounds continued, Hou Lin gnawed on the white elbow in one hand and drank from the wine jar in the other, until the anklet was broken.
Hou Lin's feet were also bruised from the scratches he did when he smashed the chains.
The prison boss thought Hou Lin would be angry because the rivets during the installation had made Hou Lin unhappy and he had even injured one of his brothers.
Today, he seems to be very calm.
"Take the chain off his hand too!"
Shi Li stood opposite and spoke in a low voice, but everyone in the room felt that it was a curse, but no one dared to disobey.
The knocking sounds continued. Shi Li left the cell after saying that he was done and would come out to compete.
It took about one stick of incense.
Hou Lin walked out of the cell.
"Did you kill them?"
Shi Li asked.
"Although the jailer deserves death, I don't want to kill him today. The yamen runners are just following orders. There's no point in killing them."
Hou Lin had finished the elbow in his hand, and there was not much wine left in the jar. He took a big gulp, and the excess wine flowed down his chin until there was no more wine in the jar.
"Teach you the first step. When roasting the legs, it's best to add some wine so they'll be fragrant."
"Don't you need salt?"
"Adding salt is the second step. Slicing the meat allows the salt to penetrate the meat."
The two seemed to be discussing some delicious food. When they heard Hou Lin's hoarse voice, the jailers swallowed their saliva.
"I have tried the method you mentioned, but it is just as you said."
Shi Li said appreciatively.
"Okay, tell me, bare hands or weapons?"
Because of his hoarse voice, Hou Lin's voice became even deeper.
At this time, Shi Li took a closer look at Hou Lin. His messy hair hid a tattered face. It was obvious that he had been injured after being imprisoned. His wrists and ankles were broken and blood was still flowing.
"There aren't any weapons in here. I'll do whatever you want!"
"Haha, if you have the guts, then let's get started. Let's see the fight."
Hou Lin was not tall, but his punch made Shi Li feel a gust of wind. He took two steps back against the wind and then got into a stance.
"Watch the punch again!"
Hou Lin shouted again.
The two punches were very simple. The first punch was a smash, with the force of splitting Mount Huashan. The second punch was a direct left-handed punch to the face.
Shi Li could only raise his hand to block the second punch, but the punch made his arms feel numb, as if pierced by electric current. He involuntarily took a few steps back, and the ground beneath his feet shook slightly because of his heavy footsteps.
He was startled, he knew that facing such an attack, any slight mistake would be fatal.
The air was filled with a strong smell of killing. The confrontation between the two men was not just a physical clash, but also a contest of will and belief.
A hint of determination flashed in Shi Li's eyes. He knew very well that every punch and kick that followed would be the key to determining his fate.
Seeing that he couldn't handle it anymore, there were still more than a dozen tribe guards here. As long as he shouted, they would come to help him, but he didn't do it.
After Hou Lin threw two punches, he knew that Shi Li could not withstand his attack, so he did not throw a third punch.
"Do you still want to learn the leg roasting technique?"
“Learn. Even if you don’t use it today, you can use it later!”
"How dare you! I want to eat lamb shanks. Do you have any?"
Shi Li was stunned for a moment, but soon understood.
"Yes!" He waved his hand, and the guards behind him came forward. After listening to Shi Li's instructions, they turned around and sent out a few people.
"Let's find a quiet place." Shi Li said.
"No need, just stay here." Hou Lin's voice was low. He looked at the cells inside and said, "The prisoners selected for death row inside are all under my care. I will help you!"
Most of the face that once looked like something was now a bloody mess. If it weren't for the disheveled hair, it would have looked very hideous.
There are not many death row prisoners in the prison, only seven or eight, and a few exiles who are willing to live with Hou Lin and have enough food and clothing.
After a while, Shi Li's guards came over with mutton and two jars of new wine, followed by a doctor.
"Sir, this wine can disinfect and reduce inflammation. This method of wound debridement is very popular recently."
The doctor pointed at the wine and said cautiously.
"Okay, I'll try. If it doesn't work, you know the consequences."
Hou Lin poured the wine into the bowl, and a refreshing aroma filled the air.
"Pa..." A bowl of wine was splashed on his face, and the pain made Hou Lin take a few deep breaths.
"It's such a waste to use such good wine for treatment!" Hou Lin said in a hoarse voice.
"It's okay. After washing it with wine, use my bone-penetrating ginger powder. The wound will heal within seven days, but it will leave a scar in the future." The old doctor took out the medicine and handed it over. He looked at Hou Lin's face and said regretfully.
"Being alive is better than anything else..."
A familiar voice echoed in the silent prison yard.