The jailer stopped. The butter torch was burning behind him. His entire face was hidden in the shadows, and no one could see his expression. It was unknown whether he believed it or not.
A moment later, he grinned and said,"alright!" I'm going to report to chief ye."
"However, when I'm not here, don't even think about being comfortable."
"Don't think that you can get a chance to catch your breath just because you scared me away."
Hence, the jailer took out an iron frame from the corner that was not much higher than his knees. There was an iron ring on the top of the iron frame, and it was connected to the handcuffs by a very short iron chain.
After the torture instruments were prepared, the jailer poured water under the wooden frame and untied ning Wuye. He dragged him to the iron frame and after some fiddling, ning Wuye was forced to curl up into a ball. His head and hands were locked by iron rings and shackles, and his feet were fixed to the base of the frame.
