Chapter 7: Fireflies
"Do you recognize him?" The drenched Xie Bangui didn't seem to see Gao Sheng's pale face.
"He's Wang Huchen!" Gao Sheng's face was as white as paper: "It's the fourth county magistrate who disappeared in Zhenshui County, I am the same as him and Wuju, how did he become a prison officer?" β
"Oh!" Xie Bangui agreed disappreciably, and reflexively jumped into the water again. This time, it wasn't until the sun was set that Xie Bangui swam back, holding a bottle in his hand: "Go back to the county government first." β
Lao Qian pouted at the official kneeling by the river: "What should they do?" β
"If you like to worship, let them continue to worship, if you want to die, no one can stop you." Xie Bangui is not a person who can't be saved when he sees death, but he is not a rotten good person who is compassionate everywhere.
Gao Sheng made a bonfire: "Brother, are we looking for another place to live." I'm in this place, and I always feel like I'm in the hair. β
Xie Bangui flipped the weapon picked out of the river by the light of the fire: "There is no safer place in the entire Zhenshui County than the county office." The yamen is a place where the mirror hangs high, and the yin and yang are judged, representing the majesty of the imperial court, with the blessing of the imperial luck, and other idle evil things dare not approach the yamen. β
Gao Sheng's eyes were about to bubble up again: "But, didn't those ghosts come in last night?" You mean, those aren't ordinary ghosts? β
Xie Bangui patted his head and said, "When did you become smarter?" I just wanted to give you some comfort, okay? β
Mei Xin'er saw that Gao Sheng was really pitiful, and couldn't bear to say: "He is right, those who can enter the ordinary county government must at least reach the level of ghost soldiers." Didn't you see that most of the ghosts were out last night? β
"It's okay, it's okay......" Gao Sheng was a little relieved: "Brother, have you seen it for half an hour, do you see anything?" β
Xie Bangui casually handed him half a spear: "Look at the rust on this weapon, as well as the degree of decay of the wood of the torture platform...... Although these things are more than 100 years old, they are not antiquities, they are all things from this dynasty. β
Lao Qian looked at the spear and said: "That's right, it is indeed the standard ordnance of this dynasty, and the shield array used by those ghosts last night is simply the dragon iron armor shield that has only been used in recent years." β
"He ......" Gao Sheng pointed to the corpse thrown in the corner: "Wang Huchen has a team of 100 people equipped with dragon iron armor under his command, and they have all become ghosts?" β
Gao Sheng and Lao Qian only felt a chill rushing up from under their feet, and shivered violently against the fire.
"Your Excellency...... My lord...... Help me! A group of officials rushed in: "The torture table, the torture table has appeared again!" Xiao Liuzi and Lao Wang have been pulled into the river, adults, please help! β
Xie Bangui shook his head and said, "It's hopeless, no one dares to go into the water now." β
At noon, the catcher who stopped Xie Bangui from entering the water shouted angrily: "You are still not an official of the imperial court? How can you not save yourself when you die? β
Xie Bangui sneered: "My master told me that there are three kinds of people in the world who cannot be saved, one is the great traitor and evil person, and this kind of person is guilty of evil if he is saved. The second is an ungrateful person, even if he is saved, he will kill him again, so as not to harm others and himself. The third is the person who is looking for death by himself, and there is no point in saving this kind of person. β
"You, ......" The catcher pointed at Xie Bangui and trembled angrily: "You mean we are looking for death ourselves?" β
"Isn't it?" Xie Bangui's smile was even colder: "Do you dare to kneel by the river and worship God at night?" It's better to wipe your neck faster. β
"We ......" The official knew that Xie Bangui was telling the truth, but he said stiffly: "We are begging Grandpa River God to raise his noble hand and let us innocent go." β
Xie Bangui pointed out the door: "Your grandfather is here, if you don't want to die, hurry in, be careful not to step on the circle painted by cinnabar in front of the door." β
The torture table appeared again, and every time the torture table came out of the water in the past, it was earth-shattering, but this time it was quiet. It's like a piece of driftwood floating down the river, floating up and down the river. The two officials, covered in blood, were hung upside down from their heads and feet on the wooden shelves of the torture platform, and rows of blood splashed red blood in the black water along their drooping fingers.
"Little Liuzi, Lao Wang...... They're all dead......" A group of officials were so frightened that they ran into the cinnabar circle.
Only the official who was talking to Xie Bangui knelt down with a puff, kowtowed like garlic and shouted: "Grandpa River God spares his life, Grandpa River God spares his life......
"Fool!" Mei Xin'er was so anxious that she stomped her feet again and again: "Xie Bangui, save him quickly!" β
Although Xie Bangui was tough-mouthed, he really couldn't help him when it came to death, so he stretched out his hand and put on the soul claw, threw out the iron rope and grabbed the man's shoulder. How do you know that when the official heard the wind behind him, he directly pulled out his waist knife and knocked it outward: "Who wants you to be troublesome!" β
Xie Bangui originally thought that it was a simple matter for the flying claw to save people, and there was no internal force infused into the soul claw at all, and the steel claw controlled by the mechanism was knocked into the air by the waist knife. Xie Bangui hurriedly released his internal force to control the flying claw in anger, and the Soul Claw threw a silver arc in the air, grabbing the officer's shoulder again.
The Soul Claw was close to the officer's shoulder half a foot, and a low roar suddenly came from the execution platform: "Execution!" β
The official screamed miserably, his shoulders, legs, neck, and wrists, and a few qi and blood were about to rush up, and suddenly a few hollow iron pipes with fingers thick and half a foot long suddenly pierced out. Thumb-thick blood arrows spurted out along the iron pipe, and the hot blood threw ten arcs in the air and sprinkled to the ground, and the uncooled blood flowed hot air on the rocky beach.
In the heart-rending screams of the servant, his exposed flesh dried up inch by inch, and shrunk into a sallow, dried corpse in the blink of an eye. Only a pair of eyeballs that had not lost water burst out of their sockets, full of resentment, unwillingness and regret.
After the torture platform killed Liu Tou'er, he quietly sank into the water and did not attack the county government again.
Liu Tou'er...... Liu Touer...... Liu Tou'erββ" A group of officials cried and grabbed the ground, but they didn't dare to take half a step out of the door.
Xie Bangui said in a deep voice: "Sure enough, as I expected, there is more than one torture tool. There is more than one overseer. β
"This is torture and bloodletting!"
Among the publicly executed death sentences of the Ming Dynasty, the death penalty was the lightest, followed by beheading, and the highest was Ling Chi. As for the unbelievable and brutal punishments, they are not non-existent but are rarely used in public executions. Phlebotomy is one of them.
Lao Qian stammered: "Is it true that the more fierce we resist, the more cruel the punishment will be?" β
Xie Bangui shook his head and said, "I don't know either. β
The tall fat man pointed to Wang Huchen's corpse and said, "Then what's the matter with him?" How did he become a prisoner? β
"He's a ghost!"
The tall fat man said nervously: "What is a service ghost?" β
Old Qian gasped: "It's the ghosts who were enslaved after being killed by evil creatures, they lost all their memories and were unconscious, and they would only act according to orders." Is it the torture table or something else that enslaves Lord Wang? β
"I can't say! And he is not the only ghost" Xie Bangui pulled out the porcelain bottle brought out of the river, and a green glow flew out of the bottle, turning into a ghost soldier with a spear in the wind. This ghost soldier is no longer as cold as it used to be, fierce, and stupidly floating in the air.
"What the hell!" Gao Sheng raised his palm, and with a thunderous sound, the extremely violent innate true qi exploded in the ghost soldier's body, instantly blasting it into phosphorus fire.
Xie Bangui's face was full of helplessness: "What are you panicking about?" β