Sure, he'd seen countless of them, but he didn't want to experience that kind of treatment for himself one day.

was pressed by seven or eight officials, and watched his waist break in half, but he didn't die.

Immortal, unable to move except for the head, but also unable to be freed.

According to the rules set by the county lord's golden rule, the punishment has just begun.

After the waist is cut, it will be pulled to the city gate tower for at least five or six days.

Looking up, there was a scorching sun on his head, along with a thick rope that he could not break free on his own.

Looking down, under the feet are the people who are flowing out or entering, men, women, young and old, all of them are looking at their noses and noses, their feet are fast, and they will never look up.

Not long ago, they were all the same.

But at this moment, the hanging tower no longer looks like a person.

Hanging on a high place, it was pulled by two invisible forces, one up and one down, and gradually took off its human form, turning into an existence no different from the dried salted fish hanging under the eaves of ordinary people's houses.

I have seen a lot, although there are different men, women and children, but the master remembers clearly that anyone who has come to this point will generally end up in the same fate.

The body was swollen at first, swollen and white. It then shriveled down at a rate visible to the naked eye, turning into an empty shell lighter than skin. The flesh and bones were dried by the sun, escaping from the mouth and nose, turning into a wisp of ethereal white gas.

The master is full of poetry and books, and he will not be able to discern whether such a situation is cruel or not.

Is it cruel?

Nature is cruel.

But the county lord said, "If such a rogue is allowed to act, he will become a chaotic minister and thief in the future, and the country will be in trouble!" The sooner you dispose of it, the sooner you can relax. ”

Rebels and thieves are the existence of everyone who gets and is punished, and this kind of punishment seems cruel to others, but once it is involved with the rebel thief, it must not be said again.

Punishing a person with a wrong mind by cruel means is called justice.

The people of the past did not look up, not because they did not want to see how much justice this kind of justice was.

Something new always arouses curiosity, no matter how you feel after reading it.

And they don't look up because they don't dare to lift it.

Generally speaking, on the third day, when you pass under the feet of this person, you will hear a murmuring sound.

It's not that there are strange forces in the blue sky and daylight, and it's not that someone is happy to be idle and deliberately pranks.

Everyone knew that the intermittent moaning sound of a weak insect would disappear at the same time as this murmuring sound.

What is wiped out is a living human life, and what is dripping in my ears is the corpse oil that drips from this person's body.

The people were so frightened that they once put away all the wax goods and kept their mouths shut about it, and refused to eat it again.

But the county lord is very keen on this method of drying salted fish, and enjoys it, so the master pretended to be deaf and dumb, and at the same time pleaded with his daughter-in-law to throw all those sausages and bacon to feed the dogs.

The corpse oil is sticky and slippery, full of smell, and the county lord is not very enthusiastic, so he has no intention of taking care of such troublesome aftermath.

So the county government would send two or three officials to clean up, and the corpses would be thrown on the mass graves, and even the lowest stupid dogs would not be seen.

But the dog can't think of anything bad with the corpse oil in front of him, so he gnaws all kinds of cured meat very happily, and grows into a fat and strong body.

When he didn't move, his eyes always narrowed slightly unconsciously, which was no different from the county lord's expression at the moment.

The master thought about the swollen and transparent corpse with a finger print, and watched the county master smash his mouth a few times.

Zhao Xianling originally didn't want to lift his noble buttocks off this newly changed beauty couch, but thinking that his master was not completely unreasonable, he finally got up with condescension.

Damn, there's not a day of peace!

Although the little white-faced prince is very likely to be a paper tiger, this paper tiger is not without the slightest deterrent, and it is very likely that he will never be able to get up again if he raises his paws and pats him at will.

Complaining is complaining, this account is still clear to Zhao County.

So he stood up scoldingly, instructed his master, whom he had always relied on very much, to prepare a sedan chair, picked up the shoes that had been thrown on the side of the couch by himself, and stuffed a pair of feet shaped like pigtails into them.

According to legend, His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan is like a god.

When the war in the Quartet was pacified, he put on the cold armor of Xuantie for the first time in his life, walked out of the royal city of flowers and brocade for the first time in his life, and returned to the embattled battlefield for the first time in his life.

From the moment he stepped out of the gates of the royal city, no one thought that he would come back unharmed.

The distance is the unknown distance, and the enemy is the enemy you have never met. Tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves are full of poison, step by step, whether they are good soldiers or soldiers, their heads are all connected into a string, tied to their own trouser belts, and they may fall off at any time.

At the moment of the hand-to-hand encounter, the cold iron sparked, and the military advisor who followed was already so frightened that he peed his pants, only then did he know what the paper was talking about.

And the young handsome sword in his hand, handsome Yin plus body, but he has been able to do it like no one.

He has never been out of the palace, from the croaking to the ground to the current Jiangshan Sheji, born and raised in Si, is a real little boy who is ignorant of the world.

But at that time, he was obviously outside Guanshan, but he was still calm and calm.

Even if he had never been to a place before, he could guess where its breakthrough point was, and after three or two battles, he became the backbone of the hearts of all the soldiers in one fell swoop.

And this time, his judgment should not be wrong.

But Shi Qingran looked left and right, his head turned in a spiral circle, and he couldn't expect someone to come.

She stood with sore eyes, squatted down and clubbed her head down, and there was a small nest of ants under her feet, crawling out along a crack in the ground, and her huge body was dark and shiny.

In his ears, Xingwang was still slowly telling Song Yuchen how this dog official was ruthless and greedy, scraping the ground.

This young man is worthy of having read a book, even though he has landed in such a field as he is now, he still talks well, his words are clear and coherent, and he can add a few words of resentment and anger in addition to the tone and frustration.

It is so pleasing to the ear that I don't know how much it can be used compared to the half-drunk butcher who is full of nonsense.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan can talk nonsense when he sees ghosts, and he can naturally talk when he sees people at this moment, even if he doesn't speak, he will definitely be able to put on a decent gentleman's appearance.

For example, at this moment, the others were sitting in five or six places, looking clear and upright, no matter how you look at it, they are all reliable and upright young people.

Xingwang obviously thought the same way, and poured out the words that had been held in his heart for an unknown amount of time, and the only remaining eye was a big circle red, and his voice trembled hoarsely.