There are a lot of people who come to the market to watch the melons, mostly women who come to buy vegetables, idle gangsters, old farmers who sell vegetables, and a series of people.

In front of them, in a spacious area of the market, a low wooden platform was erected, and not far from the wooden platform there was a tent beside it, which was for the officials who were in charge of the beheading, but the officials had not yet arrived.

There are a few soldiers deployed around the wooden platform, they are the first to come, in addition to maintaining the necessary order, they also need to pay attention to whether there are people who rob the law field, but this is not to worry, the thief who is going to be executed today has no accomplices, and this point has long been told to them.

The shadow of the needle on the sundial is still a little time away from noon, and only when it is really noon will the prisoner be beheaded, no more than no less, and the concept of time is very stubborn.

Gongsu Qingyuan took Xie Liang away from the crowd, Xie Liang didn't know what he did, just pressed his shoulder with his palm, and then the people around him acted as if they couldn't see the two of them.

The body is light and fluttering, like a cloud that drifts freely, without restraint, looking down on all beings.

At this time, the position of the two of them was located in front of the melon-eating crowd, that is, at the back of the low wooden platform, so that they could watch the changes in everyone's expressions very well, which was not much different from the conditions that Xie Liang needed.

"Is this position okay?" Gong Su Qingyuan asked Xie Liang, and they were suspended in the air, as if they were stepping on a staircase.

"Almost, just waiting for the murderer to be beheaded, that time was a perfect example. Xie Liang looked at it for a while, and didn't weaken until he was sure that he had stepped on his two legs.

"Do you still have a habit of seeing beheadings?" Gong Su Qing glanced at Xie Liang in surprise, and then looked around with a fan.

Xie Liang didn't know what to say, his mouth opened, but he found that he didn't think about what to say in his head, such a thing as beheading, Xie Liang had never seen it in his life, and it was even more impossible to form a fetish, Gongsu Qingyuan said this......

Xie Liang didn't say much, threw down two words and looked at the sundial, "No!"

The shadow of the pointer on the sundial was approaching the time of execution, and Xie Liang and the others didn't have to wait long.

The crowd in the market began to diverge, and the cages that escorted the prisoners were brought over, and the prisoners in the cages were tied behind their backs, and their feet were still shackled, and even a closer look showed that there were some blood stains that had accumulated over the years, black and red, and thickly wrapped in iron.

Looking at this thickness, I don't know how many death row prisoners have carried these pair of shackles, there will always be the next one, and the murderer cannot be the last, unless one day the shackles are rotten, and then it will really end everything.

The murderer had a long strip of wood stuck in his hair, on which was written his name, age, place of origin, and the crime for which he was put to death.

The wagon creaked, and when he reached the wooden platform, the soldiers who escorted the cage pulled him out of the cage and placed him in the center of the wooden platform.

Behind the murderer was a wooden table with a large knife and some small knives, all of which were well-made and good.

Not long after the prisoners arrived, a gong was heard behind them, announcing that the officials had arrived on horseback.

An official walked straight to the tent prepared for him and took a seat, followed by a person, according to Xie Liang's understanding, he called this official an assistant, because this official had some case files in his hand, probably something to show the official in front of him.

The murderer's face was like ashes, his eyes gradually became hollow, without a trace of color, he seemed to have understood his end, there was no mania, no longing, his mind became blank, and he didn't think about anything.

Every minute of time passed was a torment for him, the executioner behind him was already drinking, taking a sip to strengthen his stomach, spitting out and polishing the blade, and the melon-eating crowd in the market was talking noisily, perhaps only at the moment of cutting off the head could it be possible for them to stop for a while.

The executioner hung the knife over the head of the murderer, but the executioner did not move, he watched nervously as the official read the case file, which recorded the crimes of the murderer.

There are not many crimes in the case file, but they are all capital crimes, and after reading it, the official slapped the shocking wood in his hand on the table and shouted: "Behead!"

The executioner immediately retracted his gaze, his hands were violently forced, and the light and shadow of the broadsword flickered, and it was instantly embedded in his neck, and in a moment, bright red blood splattered from the gap, and the rest flowed down his neck, and the scene was bloody and hideous.

Because of the bones in the neck, the executioner turned around and picked up a knife to cut off the flesh that was glued to the front, so that the head could be completely cut off.

The official only frowned slightly, it was obvious that he was used to this kind of thing, but ...... This does not mean that everyone is as mentally tough as him.

The expressions of the people who eat melons can be described as colorful, and many people vomit on the street, these are the first time to see this kind of scene, and the strong stress response prompts the body to form a specific protection.

Of course, Xie Liang is no exception.

His hands and feet were cold, Xie Liang covered his mouth with his left hand, he subconsciously turned his head not to look at the corpse on the low wooden platform, and the cross-cut neck was like a black hole that devoured everything, devouring everything and crushing everything.

The body couldn't stop trembling, the stomach was tumbling for a while, Xie Liangzhi felt nauseous, he turned his head, forced himself not to spit it out, changed his right hand to cover his mouth, and pointed to the melon-eating crowd with his left hand and said: "Look at their expressions, Brother Gongsu, please tell me their expressions, it's started, vomit!"

The two cheeks bulged, and a smell of puff pastry mixed with bamboo shoots and meat noodles emanated from his throat, accompanied by a sour taste, as if it was stomach acid, Xie Liang could clearly feel that the liquid food that had turned into a paste had come up.

Damn, how did you eat so much in the morning!

"There are those who are uncomfortable, who vomit, who are scared and crying, and who are ...... Joy?" When the word joy was spoken, Gong Su Qingyuan frowned, and he paused for a moment before saying it, he seemed a little unsure of the picture he saw.

There was actually a person among the people who ate melons with eyes looking directly at the corpse, with joy in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were open, and there seemed to be a pool of blood hidden in the depths of his eyes, this kind of strange gaze, Gongsu Qingyuan had only seen it in winter, it was a group of wolves with green eyes eating the same kind that had frozen to death.

Xie Liang swallowed the food up to his throat stiffly, his brows furrowed all the time.

Xie Liang estimated that he needed to see a psychiatrist after this wish was fulfilled, and he followed Gongsu Qingyuan's words and continued: "That's right, this most eccentric person is an example, he is the definition of beauty!"

Gong Su Qingyuan looked at Xie Liang angrily, beauty is an incomparably sacred thing to him, how can that pervert in the crowd be compared, he said coldly: "Human, if you don't give a suitable reason, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the land of Tanglin Shijun!"

"Do you remember what you said about the definition of beauty?" Gong Su Qingyuan's mood now Xie Liang didn't have time to care, his stomach was churning so badly, he himself regretted taking this prisoner as an example.

Speaking of his definition of beauty, Gong Su Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the pervert in the melon-eating crowd again, as well as the headless corpse that was carried down, and the angry expression on his face froze.

When it comes to their realm, some things only need to be understood at one point, Gongsu Qingyuan immediately reacted, he repeated what he said yesterday, "The definition of beauty is very simple, as long as it can cause all pleasant reactions in people, it is beautiful......"

The more he talked about the back, the quieter his voice became, and his tone was a little questioning.

"My understanding is wrong?"

Xie Liang swallowed it several times, but finally didn't let himself vomit, relieved himself, he seemed to collapse, and responded: "No, there is no problem with your understanding at all, beauty can indeed be understood according to you." ”

"Then why ......" Gong Su Qingyuan couldn't turn a corner.

"Because it's a kind of alternative beauty, you really dislike it......" Xie Liang grabbed the words and said, he explained to Gongsu Qingyuan in more detail, "This is in the modern aesthetic interpretation, it is a kind of perverted beauty, so far the definition of beauty has not yet had a specific form, at most it is getting closer, if you are interested, you can take a look." ”

"Is it perverted and beautiful? It's really an alternative ......" Gong Su Qingyuan muttered in a low voice, and Xie Liangyi explained that he understood everything.

After the thing was done, and finally glanced at Tanglin Shijun with nostalgia, Gong Su Qingyuan exhaled heavily, put his hand on Xie Liang's shoulder, and said to him, "Let's go! ”

The wood carving folding fan in his hand was aimed at Xie Liang, like a sand dune being blown away by the wind, floating between heaven and earth, Xie Liang's whole body shape gradually distorted, and the moment he was fanned, his consciousness fell suddenly, and the sky swirled.

After waiting for the scene in front of him to freeze, Xie Liang regained consciousness, and looked at the TV set in front of him that was not turned on a little confused, the old turtle with a kind face and Zu Lingyuan who was teasing Xue Xuan, as if they were ...... What just happened was like a dream.

"How long has it been?" Xie Liang subconsciously wanted to take out his phone to check the time, the sky was still raining, and it didn't look much different from when he left.

"About half a cup of tea!" replied the old turtle, fiddling with his ancient armor.

"It shouldn't be long...... I don't know where that place was just now?" Xie Liang still took out his mobile phone and looked at it, he didn't really understand how long it was for half a cup of tea.

But it won't be long before I want to come for tea.

"Old turtle, old python, it's your turn!" Gong Su Qingyuan's voice suddenly sounded, and he didn't know when he was sitting on the other side of the sofa, shaking a wood carved folding fan in his hand, which really startled Xie Liang.

As soon as he saw Gong Su Qingyuan Xie Liang, he thought of the prisoner's headless corpse, and his stomach immediately churned, but this time the throat turned up with milk and stomach acid, and the fragrant butter cake was gone.

He hurriedly raised his hand to stop him: "Don't, let me slow down for a while, I can't stand it! I think I need to see a psychiatrist!"