8mi #2311 - Severe punishment
#2311 - Severe punishment
The old magistrate smiled as he watched the bailiffs place the cangue on Sun Wukong's head.
"Let's see if you, monkey head, dare to cause trouble again. Tighten it for me!"
Following the old magistrate's order, the two bailiffs beside him began to exert their strength, and the cangue began to tighten on Sun Wukong's head.
However, Sun Wukong was naturally not afraid of such punishment. His body was indestructible, immune to lightning strikes and fire. This cangue had no effect whatsoever.
The two bailiffs strained with all their might, bending over, legs straight, arms almost tearing off. Not only did Sun Wukong show no signs of pain, but he was actually grinning.
"Have you not eaten? Put some strength into it! I, Old Sun, can't feel anything."
Seeing Sun Wukong still grinning in the court, the old magistrate was already somewhat enraged.
"This monkey head is indeed tough. Bring up a few more people."
The two bailiffs were already panting, seemingly without any strength left.
The old magistrate ordered the two bailiffs to step down and replaced them with eight strong and sturdy men. Four on each side pulled the cangue again.
However, this bit of strength was not even enough to tickle Sun Wukong.
"Still not enough. I said, have you all not eaten? Put in more effort."
Seeing Sun Wukong like this, the old magistrate stood up in great anger and waved his hand.
"Bring up more people!"
Immediately, another eight strong men stepped forward and began to apply the punishment as if pulling up radishes.
However, with this much strength, it was somewhat effective. Although Sun Wukong felt nothing, the cangue could no longer withstand it.
With a bang, the rope on the cangue snapped, and more than a dozen strong men instantly fell to the sides, tumbling over each other.
The courtroom was instantly in chaos, and the old magistrate's eyes blazed with anger.
"What kind of decorum is this? Silence!"
The old magistrate shouted, slamming the gavel.
"Your Honor, this monkey head is really too tough. The cangue broke, and he still doesn't feel anything.
I think it's better to change the punishment. Let's use a branding iron, it will surely subdue him!"
"What is this thing? I, Old Sun, do not know."
Sun Wukong was still grinning, pretending to be ignorant and shaking his head.
"This is called a branding iron. If it is branded on your body, your skin and flesh will instantly burn, causing immense pain."
The head constable said arrogantly, bringing the branding iron closer to Sun Wukong's body.
"Then this is a good thing! I, Old Sun, am feeling itchy. Use this thing to scratch me!"
Hearing Sun Wukong say this, the head constable no longer held back and directly branded the branding iron onto Sun Wukong's body.
This branding iron was indeed very hot, but it was far from comparable to the Supreme Lord Lao's furnace.
Therefore, when this branding iron was branded on Sun Wukong's body, Sun Wukong naturally did not suffer any harm. Not even a single monkey hair was burned.
"Huh, this monkey is not afraid of being burned."
The head constable said in surprise.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately jumped up.
"Ouch, it hurts!"
A large patch of scorch marks had already appeared on the head constable's buttocks, and even his pants were on fire.
The pain caused the head constable to fall to the ground, rolling and wailing in the courtroom, like a sow being slaughtered.