"Woo woo woo~" A string of whistles spread over the North Underworld, this whistle was made of wolf bones, and the sound was long, sad and sad.

This kind of whistle is reserved for the execution of prisoners in the North Underworld, and there are not many opportunities to hear this kind of whistle. Groups of people gathered at the execution site outside the city.

"It's time to go. Bu Yangchen stood up and greeted the children, his youngest child, Bu Yangming, was also eight years old, and he was old enough to watch the sentence.

The moment Bu Yangchen stood up, he turned from a loving father to a majestic lord of the Northern Underworld, wailing the patriarch of the Snow Wolf Buyang family.

A team of eighteen horses set off as the sun approached mid-clock, riding their horses in the middle of the day. This is not the first time he has watched the execution, but this time it is different, this time it is his father who does it himself.

The information of the prisoner has been learned from the exchange just now, several farmers found a stranger who had fainted on the side of the road from the roadside, and everyone woke up with all their hands and feet, but found out that this person was a fugitive from the penal colony.

Fugitives from exile can be killed.

While the peasants were bold enough to raise stones or swing sticks, one of them saw a statue embroidered on the fugitive's ragged clothes, an upside-down black sword.

People didn't dare to do it, and reported it to Bu Yangchen.

"This man must be a coward. The eldest son said as he rode after his father, leaned forward and said, "Father, perhaps I can do it for you." ”

"He's not a coward, he's Andrew, just like his father. The youngest son, Bu Yangming, said, "There are no cowards in Andrew. ”

"Not necessarily, otherwise how would you explain that he was a fugitive. Bu Yangfei asked.

"Anyway, I don't believe there are cowards in Andrew. Bu Yangming muttered quietly.

"Father, you just said that this fugitive is ranked fifth in Andrew, so what about you, father, what are your ranks?" asked the eldest sister Bu Yanglin.

Bu Yangchen did not answer the children's requests or questions, his mind was heavy and he looked depressed.

A penal colony is a place where there is no way out, let alone the north, even the Seven Kingdoms have never found a fugitive from the penal colony.

What's even worse is that people say that the fugitive's clothes are embroidered with black iron swords, and the portrait is compared to Qin Xueying.

How is this possible, Qin Xueying has not only seen it, but when the Seven Kingdoms besieged the Dark City fifteen years ago, he fought with Qin Xueying, the commander of the forbidden army under the Bat King, for a full hour, Qin Xueying's bronze gilt bell made him suffer a lot, and it was not easy to subdue him.

Until Bu Yangchen's long sword reached his throat, Qin Xueying's face did not change and did not surrender, he was willing to die.

What a spirit and a hero Qin Xueying was back then.

Fifteen years ago, he released Qin Xueying and let him go to the penal colony.

Fifteen years later, he escaped from exile and was about to kill him with his own hands.

"There must be a mistake. Bu Yangchen muttered to himself on the horse.

Bu Yangying saw Bu Yangming take out a booklet from his body and read it for a while, then quietly put it away, and shouted at his sister Bu Yanglin proudly: "You don't know this, my father is ranked second in Andrew, and that person is Qin Xueying, who is ranked fifth." ”

"What's the second," the eldest brother Bu Yangfei turned back to correct the younger brother, "The first guy has been dead for more than ten years, and his father is the first Andrew." ”

Bu Yangying did not speak, and his status as an adopted son made him rarely participate in the arguments and exchanges of family members, but he listened quietly.

Many times he discovers that listening can be more than speaking.

"Father, why haven't you embroidered Andrew's black iron sword?" Bu Yangming rode a pony in the middle of the team, and asked his father who led the team in front of him.

Everyone also wanted to know the answer, including Bu Yangying.

Bu Yangchen turned around from the horse, pointed to the wailing snow wolf emblem on his body and said: "Our Buyang family, there are wailing snow wolves, children, isn't this enough?"

The children didn't speak, and Bu Yangying also looked down at the emblem on his body.

The execution was carried out on a desolate platform outside the city.

The death row prisoner knelt in the snow, looking sluggish and trembling.

In the days of the sweltering cold, one ear was almost frozen, and he was unconscious, emaciated, ragged, and no different from a vagabond.

It seems to be waiting for people to fall, maybe he and Ben don't know what people are going to do.

"Look, it's a coward, it's all shaken into something. Bu Yangfei said that he wanted to prove that what he had just said was correct.

Just looking at the back, Bu Yangchen knew that this was Qin Xueying.

The back of a person is a highly recognizable existence.

The father stood in front of Qin Xueying, who was trembling and delirious, silent.

Bu Yangying took a closer look at this death row inmate, the image of this person was far from the image of Andrew in his heart.

"Father, do you need to find out why he escaped from exile?" asked Bu Yangying boldly.

"No," Bu Yangchen said in a low voice, as if replying to Bu Yangying, as if to say to the death row prisoner, "Because for whatever reason, escaping from exile is immediately executed, which has been the rule of the Seven Kingdoms for thousands of years. ”

Bu Yangying remembered his father's teaching: Before execution, you should look directly into the eyes of the death row prisoner, if you don't dare, it means that the person will not die for a crime.

Sure enough, the father bent down, held the fugitive's chin with his hand, and said solemnly: "The commander of the forbidden army of the Dark City, Andrew, and the exile Qin Xueying, do you have anything else to say?"

Qin Xueying's head was raised, the sun was dazzling, his eyes were blurred, he suddenly made a muffled sound, and even shook his head vigorously to break free from his father's hand, "Kneel, kneel!" He shouted a few words, and randomly returned to the same as before.

Qin Xueying was crazy, and Bu Yangchen could almost be determined.

It's time to wrap it up.

Bu Yangchen drew out his sword, it was a sword of the Buyang family inheritance with a dark body, he raised the sword flat on his chest and said loudly:

"In the name of the Tuxin Golden Python, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the guardian of the whole territory, and the Huangfu family, I, the city lord of the Northern Underworld City and the patriarch of the Northern Guardian, Andrew, and the Buyang family, hereby announce your death sentence. With that, he raised the black sword above his head.

The moment his father swung his sword, Bu Yangying found that Qin Xueying even raised his head slightly, and gave a weird smile to the black sword flashing above his head, as if this sword was not asking for his head, but for him to be relieved.

Father's sword was clean and sharp, and Qin Xueying's head rolled to the basket prepared on the ground, and blood was splattered on the snow, like a blooming plum blossom.

Bu Yangming closed his eyes tightly, he was panting nervously, but he didn't dare to look back, maybe his father would see it, and his brothers and sisters would laugh at him for being a coward.

Bu Yangying put his hand on Bu Yangming's shoulder, and Bu Yangming looked back at his adopted son and brother.

"You're brave, much better than when I was eight years old. Bu Yangying said solemnly.

Bu Yangying is almost sixteen years old, and he will have a coming-of-age ceremony soon, and he is used to watching the punishment.

It was already noon, and Bu Yangchen arranged for the sergeant to dig a pit on the spot to bury Qin Xueying, and also found a large stone as a tombstone.

"Go, go immediately, and send a message to Lord Yan Beixing in the penal colony, saying that the Northern Underworld City has executed a fugitive from the penal colony, named Qin Xueying. Bu Yangchen arranged for a sergeant major next to him, and the sergeant major left in response.

Everyone started the return journey.

On the way back, there was no team, and everyone walked freely.

The younger sister Bu Yangnan rode a horse quickly through the elder brother Bu Yangfei, turned her head and said, "Come to the game, see who gets to the city gate first, and the one who loses is the puppy." After saying that, he ran away at a gallop.

Bu Yangfei cursed and waved his horsewhip, screaming to chase after him.

The horse's hooves splashed mud and snow behind the two men.

Bu Yangying was fortunate enough to surround his father on the left and right, and his father was wearing a fur coat and leather armor, riding on a tall steed, and he was a real Andrew warrior.

Bu Yangchen asked Bu Yangming with concern: "Feel okay, my little man?"

"I'm fine, Father. After Bu Yangming finished answering, he continued to ask, "Father, you say, is this person a warrior or a coward?"

Bu Yangchen didn't answer, turned his head and asked Bu Yangying on the left: "What do you think?" ”

"He may be an Andrew warrior, but he's terrified. Bu Yangying replied.

"No, no," Bu Yangming hurriedly said, "how can a warrior be frightened, fear and bravery cannot coexist in one person. ”

"Of course that man is a warrior, otherwise his father would not have executed him personally, only a warrior is qualified to kill a warrior, and his father would not execute a coward with his own hands, and the farmer would do it for him. Bu Yangying said.

Bu Yangchen saw the two children arguing, and found it interesting and said: "That person is a warrior, but he is not brave enough." ”

What kind of fear is it that is not brave enough?

"I saw that the man smiled before he died, and what fear in this world could be greater than death, so that a warrior would rather have his head on the ground than face it. Bu Yangying asked.

Bu Yangming was thinking that the biggest fear he had ever faced was the puppy barking at him.

"Perhaps, when the snow wolf wails," Bu Yangying stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around the shoulders of the two, "When faced with true fear, you must be brave enough." ”

"By the way, my father, the man said vaguely before he died, kneeling, kneeling," Bu Yangying looked up at his father and said, "I don't think what he said was kneeling, but a ghost." ”

Bu Yangchen secretly sighed in his heart for this adopted son, his eldest son Bu Yangfei may not be able to think of this section.

However, he still said to Bu Yangying: "There are no ghosts in this world, that is his fear that he thinks it is a ghost, and this matter should not be mentioned again, people's hearts are more panic than ghosts." ”

"Hmm. Bu Yangying stopped talking, but Bu Yangming shook his head and asked, "Father, where is the place of exile?"

"Just north of us, the North Underworld continues north, to the end of the world as we know it. ”

"Then what do they eat? What are they doing there? Why is it so far away, wouldn't it be better to put it closer in the center of the Seven Kingdoms or on an island?" Bu Yangming aroused the curiosity of the eight-year-old child, and asked a series of questions, but the questions were not meaningless.

"The grain and grass in the exile are supplied by the Seven Kingdoms in turn, and this year it should be the Shangguan family who guards the Eastern Territory," Bu Yangchen put his hand on the top of Bu Yangming's head, "As for what they are doing? You can go and see, haha." ”

"I'm not that stupid, I'm only eight years old, and I'm not brave enough. Bu Yangming clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and the pony ran forward briskly.

"Father, maybe I can go there. Bu Yangying said.

Bu Yangchen was stunned, turned his head to see if Bu Yangying had a firm attitude, his eyes met Bu Yangying's eyes, and found that his son's eyes were like iron.

Instead, he avoided it himself, and did not say anything.

In the afternoon, outside the Northern Underworld, the remnant sun stretched their shadows.