Those dozen or so Medicine King Valley disciples originally wanted to go back with Yan Xi. was told by Yan Xi that she still had important things to do, and she didn't plan to return to the Medicine King Valley in a short time. In desperation, the dozen or so Medicine King Valley disciples had no choice but to leave first.

Yu Yang came to Pingcheng with the task assigned to him by Yang Shimiao, and he didn't bring Yan Xi back, so he naturally stayed.

In the City Lord's Mansion, in the study of Song Xiuming, the city lord of Pingcheng, Yang Shen General sat opposite Song Xiuming with a bitter face.

Half a month ago, the guards around Xiao Zhihan, the king of Ming, sent He Feng and dozens of letters to the city lord's mansion. In those letters, all that was said was about the plague.

He had been wondering why this plague had suddenly broken out so widely.

It turned out that He Feng was doing things behind his back, he found the first person infected with the plague, and he was the first to learn that the body fluids of the people who touched the plague could not be touched, and they would be infected if they touched it. So he took the blood of the man who had been infected with the plague and sprinkled it in a vegetable garden in the east of the city.

Nearly half of the people in Heijo get their daily vegetables from the garden.

Therefore, in just a few days, almost half of the people in Heicheng were infected with the plague.

Moreover, the riot in the quarantine area even had the shadow of He Feng. If He Feng hadn't sent people to make ghosts, where would a mere Li Lao start such a large-scale riot.

The most hateful thing is that the surrounding towns, for fear that the plague will affect them, sent troops to blockade Pingcheng, and He Feng has nothing to do with it. If He Feng hadn't given them heavy profits, where would the principals of those towns do such a thankless thing.

After reading those letters one by one, Yang Shenjiang almost immediately wanted to rush into the prison and break He Feng's scum into pieces.

But before he could go out, the voice of the city lord Song Xiumin came from behind him.

"Don't forget, He Feng's sister He Xian'er is being favored by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at this time."

Song Xiumin looked at the letters that exposed He Feng's crimes, and the expression on his face kept changing.

"City Lord, His Royal Highness the King of Naming sent people to us, this is ......"

Hearing Song Xiuming's words, Yang Shen, who was about to go to the prison to kill He Feng, stopped for a moment.

Although General Yang is a military general, he is not a reckless man who only knows a momentary pleasure. But after a moment of silence, the key has already been perceived.

"This is the problem that His Royal Highness King Ming gave me."

Song Xiumin leaned back in his chair and sighed.

If King Xiao Zhihan of the Ming Dynasty directly cut off He Feng, he could be regarded as not knowing. But Xiao Zhihan not only did not directly ask for He Feng's life, but also sent He Feng to him and let him decide He Feng's life and death. This move is clearly forcing him to stand in line.

If he doesn't kill He Feng, I'm afraid that he will become a thorn in the side of His Royal Highness King Ming. Once His Royal Highness the King of Ming gains power, his good days will come to an end.

But if he kills He Feng, he will inevitably become a thorn in the flesh of His Royal Highness the Prince. With He Xian'er's current degree of favor, it is difficult to guarantee that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not condemn him for pleasing beauties.

"City Lord, how is this good?"

General Yang also understood Xiao Zhihan's intentions, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while, just like Song Xiuming.

Song Xiuming leaned all the weight of his body on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and sorted out his thoughts.

"This He Feng, it's a scourge to keep it, it's better to kill it."

After a long time, Song Xiuming opened his eyes, looked at General Yang who was full of anxiety, and ordered in a deep voice.

"City Lord?"

Hearing Song Xiuming's words, General Yang knew that he had chosen Xiao Zhihan between the prince and Xiao Zhihan. Judging from the current situation, it is clear that the crown prince is more advantageous, why did the city lord choose His Royal Highness King Ming, who is not favored by the emperor at all?

"Go and tell everyone that tomorrow at noon, on the streets of Dongshi, there will be a beheading of He Feng."

Song Xiuming waved his hand and motioned for Yang Shen to leave first. Then he continued to close his eyes and leaned back in his chair to pretend to sleep.

"Yes."

Although General Yang was puzzled, since Song Xiuming had already made a decision, he would not say more.

A notice was posted outside the City Lord's Mansion, in which He Feng's crimes were listed one by one.

"We have suffered such a big crime, it turned out that the surname He was behind the ghost!"

"This surnamed He usually does evil everywhere, but this time he killed so many people."

"Kill, kill!"

"But his sister is married to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, can this person be killed?"

"The notices have been posted, this is the order of the Song City Lord......"

“……”

The people of Pingcheng saw the notice posted by General Yang Shen outside the city lord's mansion, and when they saw the crimes of He Feng listed in the notice, they were all furious. If it weren't for the layers guarding the outside of Pingcheng Prison, they would even want to break into the prison directly and beat He Feng severely.

The next day, the day of the beheading of the peak.

There were still three quarters of an hour before noon, and the streets of Dongshi were already crowded. The people of Pingcheng who came to watch were full of excitement and excitement in the crowded crowd.

Some of the people of Pingcheng, who came late, did not make it to the front, so they carried baskets of rotten fruits and vegetables and stood on both sides of the road, waiting for the arrival of the prisoner cart.

In order to see He Feng beheaded, almost all the people of Pingcheng, regardless of men, women, and children, were dispatched. The long queue lined up from the streets of Dongshi to the door of the Pingcheng prison.

The door of the prison was slowly opened, and the sound of chains colliding came out, and the people of Pingcheng who were guarding outside the prison looked sideways.

Two jailers escorted He Feng, who was covered in dirt and wearing prison clothes, out of the cell step by step. He Feng was wearing heavy iron shackles on his hands and feet, and with every step, there would be a "clanging" sound from the collision between the shackles.

After half a month of imprisonment, He Feng suffered no less in prison. His originally obese body also looked a little thinner at this time. The hair was messy and scattered on the head, and some coagulated blood could be faintly seen on the strands of hair that were clumped together.

The dirty prison clothes are not visible in their original color, but they look quite complete, and there are no signs of flesh wounds. But under the prison clothes, there were deep and shallow blood marks.

When the jailer pushed He Feng forward, He Feng's body trembled uncontrollably, and his face was full of pain.

"The surname is He, you should be damned!"

"The surname is He, you return my husband's life!"

"The surname is He, why are you so ruthless, my hard-working child is only three years old!"

……

As soon as he saw He Feng come out, the people of Pingcheng who were watching instantly boiled. One by one, they couldn't rush up immediately, and they bit off a piece of meat on He Feng's body.

After being stopped by the Pingcheng guards guarding both sides of the street, these Pingcheng people grabbed the rotten vegetable leaves in their hands and threw them towards He Feng with hatred.

"Presumptuous, you presumptuous! The current prince is my brother-in-law, if you dare to do this to me, my sister will never let you go. ”

Seeing such a formation, He Feng's face turned pale with fright, but his mouth was not convinced at all, and he still threatened the people of Pingcheng who came to watch.

"Get in."

Seeing that those Pingcheng people were about to get out of control again, several jailers who escorted He Feng couldn't help but be vigilant.

The jailers quickly removed the shackles around He Feng's neck, then grabbed He Feng's collar and vigorously pushed him into the prison car.

"You have eaten the courage of the ambitious leopard, and you dare to do this to me!"

He Feng, who was staggering under the feet of the jailer who was pushed by the jailer, glared at the jailer outside the prison car viciously.

The jailer outside the prisoner's cart didn't pay attention to He Feng's angry glare at all, walked to the begging cart, picked up the whip and gently whipped the horse pulling the cart.

The prisoner cart moved, and everywhere he passed, He Feng was greeted by rotten melons, fruits and vegetables that the people had accumulated for an unknown amount of time.

The rotten smell of those fruits and vegetables made the jailers and the guards of Heping City who escorted the prisoner cart miserable.

When there were still two sticks of incense before noon, the prisoner cart, which was almost unable to move an inch by the anger of the people of Pingcheng, finally moved to the streets of Dongshi.

The people of Pingcheng, who were waiting on the streets of Dongshi, finally threw the rotten fruits and vegetables specially prepared at He Feng.

When He Feng was rescued from the prison car by two jailers and sent to the execution ground on the streets of Dongshi with a rope as thick as his thumb, it was less than half a pillar of incense before noon.

"He Feng, do you have anything to say?"

Song Xiuming, who was on the platform, looked at He Feng with a serious face and asked him about his last words before he died.

"Song Xiuming, who gave you the guts to dare to kill me!"

He Feng was kicked by the executioner in the crook of his knee and knelt on the execution ground. Because his body was tied up by a rope the thickness of his thumb, He Feng struggled for a long time and couldn't get up from the ground.

Hearing Song Xiuming's question, He Feng, who had accumulated a stomach full of anger, glared at him viciously.

"He Feng, you are dying, and you still don't know how to repent."

Song Xiuming shook his head and stopped talking. Looking up at the sky, seeing that the sun was almost noon, Song Xiuming didn't wait any longer, took out the red head sticks from the lottery holder, and threw them on the ground in front of him.

The red-headed sign landed on the ground and the execution began.

The people of Pingcheng suddenly fell silent, held their breath, and focused all their eyes on the execution ground.

The executioner behind He Feng pulled out the death card with his charges written on He Feng's back, held the big knife that had cut off the heads of an unknown number of people, and raised it high.

Looking at the clear shadow on the ground that showed every move of the executioner behind him, He Feng's arrogance before his death finally dissipated, and was replaced by lingering fear.

"Song Xiuming, City Lord Song, please spare my life for my sister's sake. I know it's wrong, I don't dare anymore, please spare ......"

The executioner's hand rose and fell, and He Feng's unfinished words of begging for mercy were interrupted instantly.

Looking at He Feng's head rolling to the ground, the people of Pingcheng who were watching finally couldn't help crying bitterly. Their relatives who died in vain because of He Feng's selfish desires were finally able to turn a blind eye.

Directly opposite the streets of Dongshi, in the private room of a restaurant, Yan Xi and Xiao Zhihan were sitting by the window, watching everything that happened on the execution ground.

"Beheading is really cheap, this surnamed He, with all these things he has committed, Ling Chi is light."

Seeing He Feng's head fall to the ground, Yan Xi drank all the tea in the cup, like a person outside the play, and said a cold word.

"Yan Xi, after the plague in Pingcheng subsides, this king will return to the capital to resume his life."

Xiao Zhihan raised his eyes to look at Yan Xi, with a trace of thin anger hidden in his eyes that was almost invisible.