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I don't see the crowds scurrying on the streets of the past, you come and go, and I don't see the lively and loud shouting through the alleys. Now the people of the town spontaneously gathered at the entrance of the vegetable market, surrounded by layer after layer.

The central place is a half-person high stone platform, in the past it was a feng shui treasure land for entertainers and small traders and hawkers to compete for in order to attract attention, but now there is no prosperity, but two people are pressed down alone, and the huge stone platform seems empty and deserted, whether it is caused by the scene or the atmosphere is rendered, I always feel a little more sad.

This sense of sadness lingered in the hearts of everyone in the audience, and thousands of people had the thoughts of thousands of people, but at this time, they all fell silent together, no one spoke, just a pair of eyes staring at the stone platform.

Everyone paid attention to the movement above, some curious, some puzzled, but more of a kind of awe emanating from the depths of their hearts. Although they were onlookers, no one dared to step into the boundary of four or five zhang around this stone platform, and they didn't even want to get close to the edge, but they made a large open space.

The people in the audience are solemn, and the people on the stage are also solemn.

Two strong men, each with a knife in hand, stood still, without squinting, looking up into the distance.

The sky was still overcast, and it was hazy in the distance, like a cloud of smoke, and like a curtain.

It's not just the scenery that's hazy.

There were two people kneeling on the stage who were acquaintances, one was Wang Jin's thug Zhang San, and the other was a flattering pockmark.

Zhang San looked up at the sky, Mazi looked down at the ground, the long hair that had been tied up had been split down, messy and fluffy, just covering one of his faces.

Zhang San looked at the swallows flying high in the sky, struggling to make a supply to the head, but he always fell in the middle of the way, whether the wings had no strength, or other reasons, they rose again and again, fell again and again, and then rose again and again...... There was a faint net that stopped them, restrained them, and prevented the swallows from flying up.

The swallows don't know, because they haven't flown up, and Zhang San doesn't know, because he hasn't even reached the height of the swallows. All he knew was that he saw a flock of swallows still struggling.

"What's the point of even such a struggle?"

Zhang San was talking to himself, suddenly laughing, laughing very bitterly, and suddenly sighing lightly, but he could only sigh.

An inaudible sobbing sound came from him, which caught his attention. Zhang San tilted his head, although Mazi couldn't see any expression clearly, but the shrugging shoulders had fully exposed him.

He was crying, crying because he was afraid.

Zhang San opened his mouth several times, closed his mouth several times, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. It's not a big deal to comfort him, it's self-deception, and I want to say something about "I will be a good man again in eighteen years", but it only adds to the sadness, and the best comfort is to find no more suitable except for not talking. So he wisely shut up.

Lord Wang sat upright on a chair not far away, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, the temples became a little whiter, and the face was haggard and much older, but the momentum on the body did not decrease but increased, faintly revealing a fierce evil and murderous aura.

The person who looked like the master on the side looked at the sky, pondering that the time had come, and wanted to remind Lord Wang, but when he saw Lord Wang close his eyes, fortunately he was forced by the momentum, and after thinking about it, he couldn't speak.

However, Lord Wang suddenly opened his eyes, and the momentum suddenly condensed a lot, lining the whole person to kill, making people a little afraid to face it.

He spoke slowly, "It's noon?"

The man who looked like the master replied cautiously, "It's almost there." ”

Lord Wang said, "Okay, drumming." ”

One question and one answer, but in just three or two sentences, the person who looked like a master was already sweating profusely, and he felt that the clothes on his back were uncomfortable against his body, the cold wind rustled, and the hairs blew up. Turning around sharply, while trotting to pass the word, he secretly wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve, and his little heart didn't know how much he was beating, and said secretly: It's so dangerous.

The drummer was on standby early, received the order, threw off his arms, and beat the drum vigorously, "Dong Dong Dong", the drum beat one after another, and the sound went straight to the heart, and even the heart beat with the rhythm of the drum one by one.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, two guards escorted Xiang Niang out, Xiang Niang's hands and feet were tied with thick iron chains, the iron chains were heavy, and it was difficult to walk with her ankles.

The drumming continued, louder and louder, faster and faster, and the drummer was no longer as relaxed as before, gritting his teeth, his face hideous, his half-naked back was already dripping with sweat, and his bronzed skin was shiny.

The last drum beat of "Dong", the drummer used his last bit of strength to hit the drum surface, the force was so great, the eardrum still had residual strength to support the shock, and it lasted for a long time.

The fall of this sound happened to be the time when the time came, but it was the time when many things were about to end.

The big man with the knife stood up in response, the tip of the knife pointed straight to the sky, held high above his head, obviously covering the light, but the blade seemed to be still flashing with a cold light, the cold light was dazzling, and it couldn't help but make people think of avoidance, but they had never avoided it, and they all wanted to see the knife clearly, so they didn't squint their eyes, and in their vague vision, there was only one knife, and the knife was left hanging high.

Zhang San heard that the drum was no longer sounding, and knew that the time had come, and that it was coming after all, so he slowly closed his eyes.

Mazi's inaudible sobbing sound couldn't be suppressed after all, his shoulders shrugged even more violently, even his whole body trembled, and his whimpering cries sounded, but he kept repeating the four words "I don't want to die, I don't want to die." ”

Everyone in the audience heard his shout, and they heard it clearly, as if it was in their ears, but no one wanted to speak, and no one dared to speak, and more people's eyes were still on the hanging knife that was about to fall.

Hundreds of people are the epitome of everyone's heart, frightened, anxious, sentimental, and helpless...... All of them are on everyone's face, and they are clear.

The scene is a bit comical, like a frozen act, except that all the performers are present, except for the lack of an audience.

Someone is sneering, releasing a sneer, enough to attract attention and break the atmosphere.

When the strong man with the sword heard the sound, he looked sideways, and the guards standing cast their eyes, and even Lord Wang opened his eyes.

The crowd slowly evacuated, taking the initiative to give way to a road, one end of the road leading to the stone platform, and the other end of the road was submerged in the crowd.

A person stands out from the crowd, not in a hurry or in a hurry.

This really surprised many people, and the expression slowly wrote, "How could it be this person." ”

The man didn't really have to believe his eyes until he was completely out of the crowd.

He is Mr. Wu, the Mr. Wu who teaches.

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