It's a flash, three days have passed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOn the same day, Confucian was taken out, and Ju Siliang was also taken out.

Ju Siliang was surrounded by people and wanted to go home, and Confucian was pushed to the entrance of the vegetable market to be beheaded. Such a scene is rare in winter, and several officials discussed it and took Ju Siliang to see the beheading first.

Cutting off the head has to wait for autumn, and it is the old rule to wait until noon. But with this order, there is no need to abide by the rules. Confucian was escorted out and brought down on the guillotine at the entrance of the city. Everyone saw that the bustle blocked the downtown area. Only then did the county magistrate realize that there were so many people in his small county.

When the sun was about the same, the county order made people finish reading the indictment of Confucianism, and Zhang Long listened to it, secretly surprised.

This Confucian student actually carried four murders on his back.

One of them, Zhang Long, is very familiar, it is the life that appeared in Gu Siliang's place. In the other three, Confucius killed the thunderbolt knife that was the prince's bodyguard, intending to win the bid. Later, this mark was snatched by the Jianghu people, and Confucian Sheng killed the man and snatched the dart. Eventually, a dart master came to reclaim his dart, only to be killed by Confucius.

The rules are clear, but they are not clear. Most places were vaguely covered, and everyone was left surprised that this man had actually killed four people. Zhang Long was even more shocked, if everything he said was true, this Confucian should be a master. If so, why was Confucian caught? Besides, if he robbed the dart of the prince of the dynasty, why did he kill it at this time?

Zhang Long couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out after listening to the county order. But now, there is no need to think about this. After saying the things, the county order ordered: "Open." ”

With that, everyone got busy in an orderly manner. Before killing, the prisoner needs to be given a decapitated meal. Originally, this rice was a major dish of the mountains and seas, but after many years, there is only a bowl of white rice covered with a piece of undercooked meat. The official took the food and scratched the corner of the Confucian student's mouth a few times, even if he had eaten it, and then he was to be tortured.

"If you have any last words, you can tell them here." One of them said in the ear of the Confucian scholar.

It's a kind of care that makes people talk about their hearts before they die. This is also a conspiracy, and before a person is about to die, he will inevitably say everything in his heart. Although the person who asked was kind-faced, the dagger in his hand was always on the neck of the Confucian scholar, and they longed to know something, but they did not want everyone to know. If the Confucian student shouts loudly, the Confucian student's head will be cut off at once.

After hearing this, Confucian looked at the scene in front of him, knowing that he had no way out. Close your eyes, and the past comes back to life like a movie.

He didn't kill anyone, but this world has never been a place to reason with him.

Originally, I was a guy in the Jiangnan Inn and lived there with peace of mind. By chance, he met an old man who was eating, and the old man ate four jars of wine and ten catties of beef in the inn, but he said that he had no money. By chance, he finally became a Confucian student to learn martial arts with him in order to arrive before dinner.

Confucian learned a little, but after that, the inn became more and more unpeaceful. First, Thunderbolt came here with a dart, but Thunderbolt died here, and the other two masters also destroyed a lot of things here and left. Before leaving, the master told the shopkeeper that the gold and silver were left in the dart. As a result, the gold and silver were robbed again during the night, and the house was in disarray.

Since then, the shopkeeper felt that the store was unlucky, and changed the name to 'Red Dust Inn'. Unexpectedly, this bad luck did not change, and there were still robbers in the store. Ru vividly repelled the crowd with his hand, and was bitten back and said that he had killed someone. It just so happened that the thunderbolt thing was for the sake of that person, and that person was a little famous in the officialdom. Confucian became the murderer of this murderer. In order to save Confucianism, the shopkeeper sold the inn and tried his best to make it difficult for Confucianism. Later, he was charged with several crimes, and Confucian was numb. Now here, except to lament his bad luck, Confucian has nothing else to say.

"I'm just hoping that man can find the shopkeeper and help me take care of him." Confucian scholars meditated.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, the questioner withdrew and the executioner came up. A ghost-headed big knife in his hand was vigorous, and it looked extremely cold under the cold and freezing ground. The executioner had a big waist and a round waist, and he held the knife, and a burst of momentum spread.

The county commander nodded with satisfaction, this executioner is actually good. Speaking of which, this is the first time he has watched the killing since he took office, and he is inevitably a little excited in his heart.

The executioner took a dumb sip of wine, sprayed it on the knife again, and wiped it a few times. Although it was winter, the executioner wore only a thin garment and showed his chest open. The knife in his hand is fast and hateful, and when the knife rises and falls, he can take a human life.

"Is there a way?" The executioner asked softly in Confucius's ear.

This is the rule, even if the county commander sees it, he will pretend not to see it, and the executioner will ask him if he still has some money in the world before killing, which is the executioner's outer block.

Confucius was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly.

The executioner's expression suddenly became solemn, this time it was a deal that was better than nothing.

The prefectural magistrate took the ordinance, wrote the edict on it with a brush, and threw it down.

The executioner gave the order, and the broadsword was raised. Someone on the side pulled out the charge of Confucianism. The big knife shone brightly, aimed at the neck of Confucius, and slashed down.

At this moment, the crowd of onlookers had been waiting for a long time and kept applauding. Especially after hearing about Confucius's accusations just now, everyone felt that this person should be killed. So he shouted harder, and of course the shame in his heart was gone.

The shouts of the crowd, the concerned eyes of the county magistrate, the executioner's desire to get the job done, and the idea that Confucian Sheng had long been determined to die. There was a gust of wind, and everything was a foregone conclusion.

"Uncle, I'm sorry for you, in the next life, I will be a cow and a horse for you again." At the last moment, Confucian thought of his own shopkeeper.

The executioner's hands have killed an unknown number of people, and his hands have their own measure. The big knife fell down, straight into the neck of Confucius.

The big knife is very heavy, and the executioner's speed is also very fast, and the knife can take a person's life in one fell swoop.

But this Confucian has nothing. The executioner sneered in his heart, this kind of person can't be happy.

The knife rushed down and slashed at the neck of the Confucian scholar.

"Click."

There was a crunch.

A heart-rending pain came from Confucius's neck and spread to his whole body in an instant. The executioner chose the hardest bone in his neck and slashed it lightly. The knife was stuck right on it, and you can't survive or die.

"Click, click."

There was a crisp sound one after another, and the knife shook back and forth on Confucius's neck a few times. The blood was gurgling down, and Confucius only felt that the pain was getting worse and worse, and the pain was crazy.

"Ahh

Confucius screamed.