Outside the southern gate was originally an open space, and from the streets of Frozen Green City, you had to cross a very wide distance on the riverbank to reach the bottom of the wall of neutrality. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not far from the base of the wall, there was originally a large pit dug by people, and these days, as the location of the crematorium, has now been filled in more than half, and a platform has been erected on it, but the size is particularly amazing, and it is also very high from the ground, and it can be seen clearly from all sides.

Behind the diagonal side of the platform, a wooden tower was erected against the neutral wall, and on top was a terrace with a lookout, and the cliff and Bai Qian hid on the top of the tower in advance, and it was located directly above the terrace.

Although it is the commanding height of the wooden tower, it is more like a small attic with one wall missing, almost a person's height lower than the wall behind it, just enough to see everything under your feet.

Bai Qian was frowning at this time and looking into the wind, and quietly retracted half of his head, trying to tighten the hood on his head more tightly.

The wind and snow poured in through the huge window opening, whimpering back and forth behind him, and he was curled up in the window, his hands shaking vigorously when he was raised.

Jie Ya beckoned Bai Qian to take refuge inside, he turned around and blinked stupidly, both of them wore wolf eye masks with white backgrounds on their faces, and at such a close distance, neither of them could see each other's expressions clearly.

At this time, the floor below suddenly sounded back and forth, and a familiar voice began to speak, Jie Ya thought about it, and the man who had been drinking with Ao Xiang before came to mind.

He has dark skin and the coat of arms of the Presbyterian Church around his neck.

This person is none other than Wangshu, who has evacuated the people from the resettlement site and the epidemic area to this vacant lot a few days in advance, and is now surrounding the gathered crowd here.

The bearded attendant named Atsuko stood in front of the railing of the observatory and looked down.

The black pressure is full of heads, and there are 30,000 people in the entire Frozen Green City, not to mention less than half at this time.

Scattered snowflakes fluttered in the sky, as if there were a pair of hands sprinkled with fine salt on them, and at a glance it was either white or black, and the world under the canopy of the sky, even if there was a place to shelter from the wind, seemed to be only a little higher than the bottom.

Just thinking about it, it was only a short time, and when he turned around, his face was already covered with snow slag, so Wangshu asked someone to carry two large pots of charcoal fire.

Ao Fei had apparently just woken up, and appeared by the door with a stagger, and sat down with his legs raised and sitting closest to the brazier.

Atsuko stood on the side and didn't dare to say anything, but was caught by Ao Zhen and ridiculed fiercely.

Wangshu thought that you had been rampant for less than a few days, and his mouth couldn't help but show: "Okay!" A noble boy like this, where can he stand this kind of place, we should take care of it more. ”

Ao went to the hippie and scolded back, Bai Qian climbed on top and heard it clearly, couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and whispered in the ear of the cliff: "I've never seen him look like this, he really looks like a son!" ”

Bai Qian may not know that Ao Qu was originally a gentleman, and maybe the face of the secret meeting was fake, which also made Jie Ya wary of this person, and admired it a little.

Jieya didn't speak, and Bai Qian frolicked for a while and then secretly stopped talking.

The temperature was dropping rapidly, and the two men were kneeling on the floor, their clothes soaked with sweat and their sleeves and trouser legs covered with ice.

Jieya looked down and saw that the bundle of oiled paper had been frozen into popsicles, and the sealed straw rope was stiff in mid-air, and no matter how strong the wind came, it still didn't move.

From early in the morning until near evening, even the terrace below was silent, and some slight noises could be heard in the distance, but gradually it was covered by the cold.

People are huddled together with each other, their ears and temples grinding against the strange weather above their heads, and within an hour or two, their faces are cut with knives, white for a while and purple for a while, and a few layers of skin are opened with a mouth.

It's just that everyone's eyes fell anxiously on the wooden tower.

There were clearly people in that place, and the flickering light of the fire could still be faintly seen.

The anxiety of the crowd had already been extinguished half of the way over, and no matter how much resentment there was in his heart at this time, he could only swallow it.

Just like the scroll said, if you don't follow or come out strong, you may be in chaos.

So at this moment, the snowflakes that split their heads and covered their faces have become a bearable thing.

The sky slowly darkened, the wooden tower ordered the campfires around it to be lit, and a two-foot-high pyre was erected on the torture platform, and a bucket of oil was poured on it, and with the flames that kept rolling higher and higher, the firelight reflected the countless faces full of doubts in the audience.

The snow stopped falling at this point, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground, and there were hardly any footprints from above, and the legs that had stood all day seemed to be nailed into the ground.

At different positions, people were asking, "Are you going to start?" ”

"Look at that old man, it's been a long time since he fell, shouldn't he die?"

"You've fallen several behind you......"

"My dress seems to be sticky, and I pull the skin when I move...... Hurry up and help me take a look! ”

Muttering again and again, sounding more like a riot, Atsuko stepped forward and asked Wangshu, "It's almost time?" ”

Wangshu nodded, stood up and stomped his feet to the railing.

On the side, a spirit seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and stretched the instep to the edge of the charcoal stove to stretch his waist.

It didn't take long for the crowd to suddenly explode.

I saw an executioner as tall as a mountain walking out of the torture platform, holding a bowl of thick hemp rope in his hand, and pulled out two people, their hands interlaced and tied to this rope like grasshoppers.

At the moment when the two of them stepped onto the stage, Xiaojing mixed in the crowd, and couldn't help but widen his eyes through the gap, and Ming Mo squeezed forward violently on the side.

The woman next to her was limped by her elbow, staggered a few steps and turned around to scold her: "Ouch, I'm going to die!" Why are you pushing me, so curious about you coming forward! Haven't you ever seen a beheading? ”

Ming Mo didn't have time to pay attention to her at all, and just wanted to see more clearly.

She turned around and pushed Xiao Mazi into Xiao Jing's arms, and let go and was ready to squeeze forward again.

"What are you doing!" Xiaojing hurriedly reached out and took Xiao Mazi down, "Hey! Don't run around, wait for me......"

Pushing the people on his side back and forth, Ming Mo opened a forward route along the back of the crowd, and Xiao Jing followed behind with Xiao Mazi in his arms.

It was already numb from the cold on such a cold day, so the entire Frozen Qingcheng looked at Ming Mo, who was extremely anxious, half of it was not about himself, and half of it was a little disdainful curiosity, and they moved an inch or two silently to let these two people go up.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the stage, Ming Mo suddenly stood on his feet.

The back of the head seemed to have been shattered, and a leather rope bounced back fiercely.

She didn't have to go any further, it was that person.