"Ah, I know who this is!" Wu Yongchang suddenly said, "This is your third mother!" ”

"Ahh "O madman," they threw away their torches and fled quickly.

Wu Yongchang's words can be said to be the convergence point of the two scenes. Prior to this, the two scenes were played out in parallel on their own special stages at the same time, one that we had just seen and took place in the dungeon, and the other that we were about to see took place on the guillotine.

The witnesses to that scene were only two small children, and the audience for the latter was the villagers we had seen gathered around the riverside guillotine.

When the group saw that the four catchers had been standing at the corners of the guillotine since nine o'clock in the morning, they expected that the execution was about to take place, so in an instant, the crowd of onlookers increased dramatically, and they surrounded the four catchers tightly, and the four catchers had to whip and push with their horses' buttocks more than once, and according to the words of the time, squeezed the crowd.

The villagers waited to watch the public execution, but they were calm and did not look impatient. When you are idle and bored, you will watch the killing as a pastime.

The so-called guillotine is actually a very simple kind of platform, which is cubic in shape, about one zhang high, and the middle is empty. There is a steep, rough stone staircase called a ladder that leads to the platform at the top, on which a round of planks is laid flat. The prisoner knelt with his arms cut backwards and was tied to the turntable. Hidden inside the platform is a winch, which, when turned, pushes a wooden axle, which then rotates and remains on a flat surface at all times, so that the face of the prisoner is continuously presented to the audience, and can be seen from any corner of the circle.

The prisoner, tied to the back of a prisoner van, finally arrived.

He was then dragged onto the platform, where he could be seen from all sides tied to the turntable with rope and leather strips, and at this moment an earth-shattering boo erupted in all directions, mixed with wild laughter and cheers.

Everyone recognized him at a glance, he was the bed bug Ho.

Sure enough, it was him. He's back this time, it's really not what it used to be. Last time, he was triumphant, as if he was in control.

After a while, the hero of Qinglong Town, Huai Yong, asked everyone to be quiet, and read out the verdict at the top of his throat according to the ruling and order of the new regimental training master. Then, he led his armor-clad regiment to retreat behind the cart.

The bed bug He was expressionless, and he didn't even frown. Any resistance is impossible, the binding is merciless and solid, and it can be said that the leather strips and chains are likely to sink straight into the flesh.

Bed bugs are allowed to be dragged by others, pushed, carried, carried, tied, tied and tied.

His expression was not at all guessable except that of a savage or an idiot's astonishment. People thought he was deaf and seemed to be blind.

They put him on the roulette wheel and knelt down, and he was at the mercy of him, kneeling whenever he wanted; People stripped off his shirt and shirt until he was on his upper body, and he was at his mercy, and let people pick it up if he wanted to.

People used belts and buckles to tie him again, but he was still at his mercy, and if he wanted to tie it, he would let people tie it up. I saw him panting from time to time, like a calf tied to a butcher's cart, his head dangling on the edge of the cart.

The audience couldn't help but laugh when they saw the hunchback, chicken breasts, calluses and hairy shoulders of the bed bug Ho*. While everyone was having fun, a man wearing a number coat, five short and three thick, climbed up on the platform and walked over to stand next to the prisoner.

His name immediately spread among the crowd, and this man was the legal executioner, Lao Pi.

He first placed a black hourglass in one corner of the guillotine. The bottle at the top of the hourglass is filled with red sand and leaks down to the container at the lower end.

He then took off his two-colored coat, and saw that in his right hand hung a slender leather whip made of long white strips of leather, shiny and full of pimples, with some metal claws at the end.

With his left hand, he casually lifted the sleeve of his shirt on his right arm, all the way to his armpit.

At the end, as soon as the executioner stomped his foot, the wheel spun in turn. The bed bug He was tied up solidly and shook a little. The deformed face suddenly panicked, and the surrounding audience laughed even more fiercely.

The spinning roulette wheel sent the bed bug He Yi to the old skin, he raised his right arm, and the slender leather strip was like a poisonous snake, making a piercing hiss in the air, and slammed it on the shoulder of the bed bug Ho.

The bed bug woke up suddenly, and its body jumped involuntarily, and then it gradually understood. He shrank into the cord in pain, and the muscles on his face twitched violently from astonishment and pain, and his face changed.

But he didn't make a sound, but threw his head back, turned to the left, and flashed to the left, and shook it like a bull bitten by a gadfly in the ribs, shaking its head and tail in pain.

This was followed by a second whip, a third whip, whip after whip, and so on. The roulette wheel kept spinning, and the whip rained down like drops, and suddenly blood gushed out, and blood flowed from the dark shoulders and back, and when the slender leather strip swiped in the air, blood droplets splashed everywhere and splashed into the middle of the crowd.

Bed Bug Ho reverted to his original aloof demeanor, at least on the surface.

At first, he was silent, and he couldn't see any movement on the outside, but secretly he tried to break the shackles on his body. I saw that his one-eyed eyes were shining, his muscles were tense, his limbs were curled up, and his belts and chains were tightly pulled.

It's powerful, it's wonderful, it's hopeless. The old shackles, however, were so strong that they just crackled and that's it.

The bed bug was exhausted and fell down again.

The expression on his face suddenly changed from astonishment to bitterness and frustration. He closed his one eye, and his head fell to his chest as if he had lost his breath.

Then, he stopped moving. Whether he was bleeding from his body, whipped with a whip, whipped with a whip, or with the more excited and intoxicated executioner, or whistling with a terrible leather whip sharper than the claws and hissing sound, nothing could make him move again.