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In the city of Beijing in late autumn, the sun is also dim. Due to a light rain in the early morning, when the wind is blowing, everyone will feel a kind of autumn chill.

The entrance of the vegetable market did not look cold because of this autumn cold, but it was crowded with people, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two naked ** in the center of the court, waiting for Ling Chi to torture the two long-haired bandits.

It was two people, one old and one young, hanging face to face on two identical wooden shelves. Their long hair was fluffy, and it was stained with straw sticks from prison, and their faces were black and dark from the torture, except for the skeleton of their bones, which could vaguely discern the strong demeanor they had once had, and they looked like bones. Unable to resist the chill of late autumn, although they tried their best to grit their teeth and hold on, they still trembled unconsciously.

They all closed their eyes tightly, not wanting to look, nor wanting to look at the qiē around them. They are all from Guangxi, and it is impossible for anyone to see them off here, and those who stand in the crowd of people who are also trembling in the autumn wind, except for the bloodthirsty freaks, are just poor worms who want to be stimulated, and they are not worth seeing. In addition, they are indeed a little shy, not because they are naked, what their father and mother give everyone is the same body, there is nothing to be ashamed of, they are just ashamed because of their trembling, which is likely to make the onlookers feel that they are afraid.

The two executioners, whose faces were full of flesh and like a mold poured out, were watching the apprentices polish their delicate knives with ease, and from time to time they turned their heads to look at their slaughtering objects, thinking about the strength and heat of the knives when they were lowered for a while. They almost all felt a little regretful, because the two prey were so thin that they were uncomfortable to cut.

There were inevitably women in the crowd, some of whom sneaked a few glances and pretended to be serious and looked around, for fear that others would laugh at them. Some hands covered their faces, but everyone knew that the seams of her fingers must be open. A rare kind of humanity.

It was estimated that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and the prisoner on the beheading platform slipped up to the two prisoners, and poked his finger into the chest of the old man, "Hehe, this is the benefit of being a long-haired mess." However, the official is still a moral person, and when he is about to be executed, what else do he have to say? ”

The old man opened his eyes and glanced around with disdain, "Haha, I'm a two-horse horse, and before I die, I can bring the crown of the prime minister of the Celestial Empire and enjoy such luxurious treatment, it's enough, it's enough." As he spoke, he looked at the butcher-like executioner and grinned mockingly, "Brother, don't tremble your hands then." After speaking, he twisted his head and closed his eyes.

"Alas! It's really unrepentant, and there are times when you feel bad. The warden came to the young man again, "Tell me about it." ”

The young man looked at him, held his breath hard, and suddenly smiled, "Dare to ask your lord, are you Han?" ”

"Of course!" The supervisor didn't understand what was going on for a while, and blurted out, "This master was born as a scholar, unlike you long-haired rebels who lost the face of the ancestors of the Han people, who don't pay attention to etiquette and humiliate the saint's temple. ”

The young man laughed wildly, "It's really rare, you still know that you are a Han." Lao Tzu is a strong man in Guangxi, but I still know who the ancestor is, not like you wearing a dog's skin, dragging a pigtail-like braid, and following the Qing demon as a slave. Sage? The saints have long been shamed to death by you. Go home and ask your father, your mother, who the fuck are you? Hahahaha" The young man's words almost exhausted all the strength of his body.

The supervisor really didn't expect this "extremely vicious" traitor to say such a thing, and he was stunned for a while, his face was blue and purple. After a while, he raised his hand, as if he wanted to slap the other party hard, and immediately he changed his mind again, stomped his foot, and rushed to the prison beheading platform, Zhu Bi fiercely ticked the names on the two criminal cards, and rushed back to the center of the court like a mad dog, "Chop, cut it for me immediately!" With a lift of his hand, two foul cards smashed into the young man's chest.

The young man sneered and looked at him teasingly, "As long as you go back at night and don't have nightmares, you can do it." If I cry out in pain, my mother won't be raised by my father! ”

The supervisor was really going crazy, turned his head to look at the two executioners who seemed to be waiting for three o'clock in the afternoon, and scolded hoarsely, "If you don't do it, this official will chop you together!" ”

The executioner finally moved, and almost at the same time, the two executioners slapped their palms on their prisoner's chest, and then the sharp knife in their hands swirled at the prisoner's right breast, and the right breast came down with the knife, along with a piece of meat the size of a broad bean. They followed with a flick of their hands, and the slices of meat on the tip of their knives floated high into the air. Immediately, the crowd suddenly shouted, "One! ”

People are fleshy, who doesn't hurt? The old man's brows tightened, his whole body trembled and his teeth clucked, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his companion opposite, "Brother, brother in heaven, I am waiting for you, I will still be a heavenly army in the next life, and I will kill the demons!" As he spoke, he bit off his tongue, carrying a thick mouthful of blood, and spit it out to the prison officer.

The young man also shouted, "Don't worry, brother, I will follow you in the next life, the army of the day, kill the demons!" "The same mouthful of blood, with half a tongue in it, all spurted at the warden.

Perhaps it was too much of a surprise for the two executioners to turn their gaze to the warden. However, the habits of their profession have long since made them lose their humanity. They can't talk about being individuals at all, they're machines. To them, the inmates in front of them are like butchers who often practice their crafts in their free time, but they are just meat on the board. They will also be scrupulously fulfilling their duties. They are not even as good as the prison beheader, and the young man's question can make the prison officer angry, but they don't feel it at all. Next, they will rotate the victim's left breast with the same neatness, and then gradually expand over the original opening until the thumping heart behind the chest mucosa is exposed. and they will gouge out their tongues and eyes, and cut off their ears and their lives, and go again

I don't know how many knives, some say three hundred and sixty-five, some say five hundred, some say more than a thousand, and some say more than three thousand. How much, perhaps, doesn't mean anything to us, that's enough.

Wiping the blood on his face, the supervisor has changed from annoyance and anger at the beginning, to anger and corruption, which is the so-called urgency can make madness, and urgency can make madness. When an irrepressible anger poured into his brain, his brain suddenly went blank, and his ears seemed to echo the words of the damned traitor, "Go home and ask your father, your mother, who the fuck are you?" ”

"Who am I?" He spun around a few times, looking around with confused eyes. The black pressure around him was full of grinning and unkempt ghosts, looking at him with a strange smile, and shouting "two, three" rhythmically, as if they wanted to fight for their own flesh. He covered his ears tightly and shouted desperately, "Who am I? ”

He was really crazy, with a blank smirk on his face, and dirty foam flowing from the corners of his mouth, which he couldn't tell whether it was white or red, jumping and jumping around the execution ground, shouting from time to time, "Who am I?" ”

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