Lao Tingwei glanced at Yinggao and shouted: "Verify the correct body, execution——! ”

With the voice of Lao Tingwei, the Weishui Dacaotan Execution Ground, which was originally cheering, suddenly quieted down, Chang Yu was torn apart by the car and died in an instant, Yinggao felt that the world suddenly turned red.

This scene is extremely shocking.

Living in the afterlife, it is a harmonious society, and killing people is only a picture that can only be seen in film and television dramas, and even if it is seen, it is just a peanut.

Far from a big living person, the horror and shock of being torn apart by the car.

This scene is too bloody!

As a result, Yinggao's body trembled a little at that moment, and his mind was also a little dizzy, but at this moment, Chang Yu was torn apart, which was just the beginning.

This will be a funeral that begins with the body of Chang Yu and is attended by nearly 5,000 people.

When I looked up, it was blood-red, as if even the sky had turned red at this moment.

"Chaos in the country harms the people, and the ...... should be killed"

"This is the biggest execution ground since King Hui killed and restored the old world, and the Qin State is going to have a new atmosphere......"

……

At this moment, the entire Weishui Dacaotan Execution Ground was full of voices and talks.

"Long live Qin Fa, long live King Qin......"

"Long live Qin Fa, long live King Qin......"

"Long live Qin Fa, long live King Qin......"

……

The huge cheers once again resounded in the sky, and the stirring Weishui Dacaotan Execution Ground echoed.

The old Qin people cheered, they saw the strength of the new king, and the anger that pressed on the head of the old Qin people disappeared with the executioner's hand and sword.

The long-standing dark clouds were torn apart by this grand killing, and the long-lost sun penetrated the clouds, making the hearts of the old Qin people gradually cold again.

They saw that the Qin Law continued to be strong, the new Qin King still revered the Qin Law, and the heavens of Great Qin had not changed.

……

Looking at the cheers of the old Qin people, looking at the rolling blood, the corpses and heads everywhere, Yinggao's face was pale, and his Adam's apple was surging up and down, and he forced himself down.

At this moment, I was shocked by the killing, and I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

There was a sea of people on the execution ground of Weishui Dacaotan, but only he knew what this grand blood sacrifice meant.

This means that an old era is gone, and it means that a dazzling and unprecedented era will appear, and this time, Qin Shi Huang is high above, and the Great Qin Empire will be glorious for all eternity.

The body was trembling, and the fear and paleness on Yinggao's face gradually decreased, replaced by a kind of coldness, a kind of indifference, and a kind of excitement.

After a few moments, even my cheeks flushed a little.

An old era has fallen, and a new era is coming, and he will surely win high in this coming era, like the rising sun, full of brilliance.

Even if he is like Qin Shi Huang, he can't block his light!

……

Back in the palace, Yinggao fell asleep.

He had experienced too many things today, and he was too excited, and there was obviously something wrong with his expression, so that Wang Jian forced Yinggao to rest.

In Wang Qian's study, Wang Ben and Wang Jian sat opposite each other, the atmosphere was silent, and no one was willing to speak for a while, until later.

"Father, there is something wrong with the third son's demeanor, this will not be a problem, right?" After all, Wang Ben did not have Wang Qian's deep determination, so he couldn't help but ask.

And Wang Jian is his father, and he is not as good as his father, and there is nothing to be ashamed of, so that Wang Ben doesn't mind.

After all, he knows how powerful his father is, and what Wang Jian has experienced is far from being comparable to him at this moment.

Hearing this, Wang Jian did not answer immediately, and solemnity appeared on his resolute face for the first time: "Have you carefully observed the expression of the third prince just now?" ”

"There was shock and excitement in the look of the third prince......"

Glancing at Wang Ben deeply, Wang Jian said in a deep voice: "My father saw excitement in the eyes of the third son, if the third prince is a great soldier, he is a killing god!" ”

At this moment, Wang Jian had the idea of not wanting to become a talented person in his heart, because he knew that the last god to kill, in the troubled times of the Warring States period, a million people were sacrificed.

"Father, do you need to report to the king?" Wang Ben was also taken aback, was silent for a while, and said.

"Wait!"

Wang Jian shook his head, he knew in his heart that if he reported to King Qin at this moment, there was a chance that Yinggao would be ruined. As a teacher, he really can't get down to this heart.

"Let the third son learn to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and also learn Confucianism to collect his temperament!" After being silent for a while, Wang Jian instructed Wang Ben and said.

He knew in his heart that not everyone could become a peerless killing god like Wu Anjun Bai Qi.

If you can't control yourself by killing, you will only become a war machine.

"No!"

Nodding in agreement, Wang Ben said in a deep voice, "Father, don't worry, I'll do it!" ”

……

Yinggao, who was lying on the bed at this moment, naturally didn't know what Wang Jian and his son were talking about, and at this moment, he couldn't sleep at all, and his mind was full of the scene of five buffaloes tearing apart.

"Hey!"

With a long sigh, Yinggao put on his clothes and walked out of the room. He knew in his heart that even if he continued to stay, he was destined to have no sleep tonight.

The scene of the car splitting and replaying in my mind kept replaying......

The cheers of the crowd, the indifference on the face of the old captain, and the pain and numbness on the face of the criminal, scene by scene, were like nightmares.

The more he wanted to forget, the clearer it became!

Walking in the backyard, Yinggao took a bamboo sword in the moonlight, and practiced the sword again and again, using all his strength every time.

This time, Yinggao rarely did not count.

He's here to vent!

……

"Father, is it really okay for the third son to go on like this?" On top of an attic, Wang Jian and his son stood, blending in with the night.

Wang Jian looked at Yinggao who was slashing wildly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Have you forgotten the scene when you first went to the battlefield?" ”

"The third prince is venting, he has found a way, after this venting, everything will be fine......"

Wang Jian said it lightly, but he was surprised in his heart, a seven-year-old child, gave him too much surprise.

Many things that adults can't do have happened naturally in Yinggao's body.

At this moment, he suddenly had a strong interest in Yinggao, and before Yinggao, another famous prodigy was Ganluo.

Thoughts flickered in his heart, and Wang Jian thought of Gan Luo's envoy to Zhao when he was twelve years old, so that Qin could get more than a dozen cities, and Gan Luo was given the title of secretary by the king of Qin because of his merits, and he was also silent in his heart.

Sometimes, genius is such a thing as a thing that is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and it is not surprising that anything happens to them.

In Wang Qian's opinion, the young man who is crazy about slashing swords in the moonlight at this moment will be a peerless genius who is not inferior to Ganluo.