"Six doors to handle the case, idlers avoid it!"

The voice is loud, with the blessing of internal force, it is long and far-reaching, resounding in the ancient capital of the Qin and Han dynasties.

Chang'an, located on Shaanxi Road, has been an important town since ancient times.

There is a poem that says; The capital city is a large country, and the eight rivers flow around the four mountains. How many emperors prospered here, and the world said Chang'an in ancient times.

It is the place where the emperors of the past dynasties built their capitals. Since the Zhou, Qin and Han dynasties, the three states are full of flowers, and the eight rivers flow around the city. Thirty-six flower willow alleys, seventy-two orchestra buildings.

However, the hometown of the emperor in the past is now like the remnant sun in the sky, exuding the last afterglow.

Since the Tang Dynasty, the large-scale felling of trees, serious soil erosion, barren day by day, the name of Guanzhong, which has resounded throughout the world since ancient times, has been replaced by Shaanxi.

In the past, the violent Qin embraced the 800-mile Qinchuan in the pass, sent a letter to the pass, and attacked the six countries to dominate the world.

Han Gaozu about three chapters, occupy Guanzhong, defeat Xiang Yu, and dominate the world.

Tang Gaozu rebelled against the army, based on Guanzhong, and then dominated the world.

Those who have won the middle of the world, this is the pride of the people of Chang'an in the past, the hometown of the emperors since ancient times, making them superior, but all of this has become the yellow flower of the past.

The streets are dilapidated, there are few pedestrians, only the towering blue brick city wall that is tightly bonded by rice pulp, still stands there, and it also indicates the majesty of the Han and Tang dynasties in the past.

Dense footsteps came out, and the officers and soldiers in black robes, carrying Pu knives, held their heads high, and they pressed a prisoner and strode around.

A strong man, burly, his robe was bulging with muscles all over his body, as if with a little force, the robe would be torn apart.

He opened his chapped lips and cried out loudly at the top of his voice; "Six doors to handle the case, idlers avoid it!"

A roar, like an earthquake alarm in the afterlife.

The pedestrians on the street in front of them, as if they had encountered an earthquake, began to retreat one after another, avoiding them one by one, as if they had encountered a demon.

The six doors are famous, which can be seen.

Just like the east factory and the west factory in the Ming Dynasty, it makes people fear from the bottom of their bones.

This has been the case since ancient times.

It is a place where you eat people and do not spit out bones, whether you are justified or not, you will inevitably be plucked off a layer of skin when you enter.

The ground of the execution ground was dark red, and if you looked closely, you could see that it was the color of the blood after it had coagulated.

Blood and dirt mixed together, making the dirt look like dark red earth, bare and barren.

At this moment, it is summer in July, and the temperature is hot, but the entire execution ground feels a chill from the deepest part of the bones.

The official withdrew the iron chain with the thickness of the arm in his hand, came to the prisoner, raised his right foot, and kicked quickly, the movement was fast and vigorous, and the next plate was solid, and he was good at leg skills.

With one foot down, two consecutive kicks hit the diamond-shaped depression popliteal fossa in the back of the prisoner's knee, and the prisoner could not stand under the difficulty, so he pounced and knelt directly on the ground.

The prisoner knelt down and rattled with chains.

After the prisoner knelt down, he was unwilling, his body struggled to get up, and the official had another kick in the face, and the prisoner was in pain, fell to the ground, and his face hit the ground, cutting his face, and blood appeared on his face.

The official stepped forward, grabbed the prisoner's messy long hair, pulled the prisoner up, looked at the prisoner's eyes were blank, all stunned, the mud continued to fall down the face, he let go of the long hair in his hand, kicked the stupid prisoner, and scolded in a low voice; "Bad luck!"

"I don't know what the hell is going to kill a fool,"

"Executioner,"

"Finish cutting early, I'll go back early," shouted the official as he stretched out his hand to the executioner.

An executioner with an upper body was holding a machete in his arms at the moment, standing there coldly, his eyes full of indifference.

Hearing the official's words, he strode forward, but the machete in his hand was upside down in his hand, and he came to the prisoner in a few steps.

Looking at the prisoner who was kneeling on the ground, bowing his head, looking stupid.

The executioner did not have any expression, the executioner specializes in killing people and cutting off heads, many people think that this camp is unlucky, and in the yamen, the executioner is not even a servant, not even a high-grade catcher, and his status is extremely low.

But this executioner is a popular errand, because after the execution of the head, the yamen will give red envelopes, the relatives of the prisoners will give red envelopes, and even some people who buy blood steamed buns will also give red envelopes, because the executioner has a murderous aura, and it is easy to ward off all evils, and some occasions for doing things also require the executioner to be present.

This is a fat shortage, under the temptation and confusion of silver, the brother Xiao Wall, the master and apprentice turn against each other, in the unfortunate profession, as long as there is silver to earn, it can naturally lead people crazy.

For the prisoner, regardless of his status? What secrets does he have?

All of this has nothing to do with him, only in this way can he always occupy the fat shortage on this chopsticks.

The machete in his hand was raised high by him, this machete, black and shiny, with a long blade and a thick back, is the most suitable for chopping.

No matter how hard the prisoner's neck is, with a knife,

and shall separate his body, and he shall die on the spot.

The machete slashed hard, reflecting the sunlight in the sky, and the knife light flickered.

The chopsticks showed a cheerful face, cutting off his head again and again, he was afraid from the beginning, to the final adaptation, to numbness, but now, it makes him feel happy.

He liked the feeling of the knife going down and the corpse being separated.

He liked the blood-red blood that erupted, and only at that moment could he feel that his body and mind, which had been indifferent, would become hot.

But the joy on his face was replaced by shock.

With a knife, the corpse separated, the head flew high, and the scene of erupting blood did not appear at all.

While!

The sound of metal striking came directly on the machete.

A force of shock came out, making the executioner's hands numb.

This made the executioner a little stunned,

You can't kill with a knife, is this still a human being?

"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and carry out the execution? Seeing this, the official scolded him directly; If you don't want to do it, someone else can take over,"

Every executioner must be skilled in swordsmanship, saying that he is hacked to death with one knife, and he must not be cut with a second knife, and he cannot be killed with a knife, which is a serious dereliction of duty.

The executioner suppressed the shock, and he raised the machete high again, and slashed at the prisoner's neck again.

There was a fierce look on his face, and a flushed look appeared on his face, he was going to rely on this profession to eat, even if the monster was here, he would hack the monster to death,

Dang, the sound of metal striking sounded again.

"Bell jar?"

"Or the Iron Shirt?"