||->-> Chapter 27 of the text Torture Knife

Ding Ermiao smiled proudly, put away the 10,000 people on the table, and still **** the umbrella handle.

Wan Shugao hurriedly offered it: "Brother Ermiao, your sword really has a lot of murderous aura, I just looked at it like this, and I was chilled." Where does it come from? Tell me about it. ”

"The predecessor of 10,000 people was a torture knife, and there were too many people, so there was a murderous atmosphere." Ding Ermiao said slowly: "Do you know what a torture knife is? ”

Everyone shook their heads together, as if they had never heard of this term.

"It's the executioner's ghost knife that cuts off people's heads!" Ding Ermiao waved his palm and made a downward chopping action: "The hand rises and falls, and the yin and yang make a judgment!" ”

"Even if it's a ghost-headed knife that cuts off people's heads, it's impossible to kill 10,000 people, right?" Xiao Han continued to be skeptical.

"Three hundred years ago, the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs to dominate the world, and the royal nobles and the children of the Eight Banners were all crowned officials and knights. Many of these special official positions are hereditary, and the executioner is also regarded as a petty official, passed from father to son, and then to grandchildren, and continues from generation to generation. ”

&n&Wan&Book&Bar&Novel{3.w}. {wanshuba}.} bsp; Ding Ermiao, like the old master, told everyone about the history of 10,000 beheadings: "The material of this 10,000-person beheading is said to be an ancient god soldier with different iron, blowing hair and cutting hair like mud. It carried out most of the beheading tasks of the Twelve Emperors of the Qing Dynasty, successively for three hundred years. Tan Sitong, one of the six gentlemen of Wuxu, became a ghost after being beheaded by 10,000 people. Based on the calculation of cutting 50 people every year, in 300 years, there are 15,000 people, right? ”

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill in their necks, and they couldn't help but take a step back, for fear that the ten thousand people in Ding Ermiao's umbrella would fly out and cut off their heads.

"But ......, why is it a sword now?" Xia Bing asked.

"That's a good question!" Ding Ermiao became more and more energetic and said: "Because this torture knife has killed too many people, it has condensed infinite evil energy, the heavens are angry and people are resentful, and the ghosts and gods are angry. At that time, the fortune of the Qing Dynasty was prosperous, and there was the suppression of dynastic luck, so it did not show harm. But later, the Qing Dynasty was overthrown, and the king's spirit was gone, and the evil spirit of this knife could not be suppressed, so it began to make trouble. ”

Speaking of this, Ding Ermiao sold a pass and paused slightly.

"What's the trouble?" Wan Shugao asked at the same time.

"Evil Eater." Ding Ermiao then continued: "After the Qing Dynasty was overthrown, the Republic of China was established, the law was changed, and the death row prisoners were no longer beheaded, but shot. Naturally, the executioner was unemployed. But this beheading of 10,000 people has been kept because it is something that has been passed down from generation to generation. Until one day, the executioner's family killed more than 20 people ...... overnight. Since then, the executioner's family, there have been people who die unexpectedly every day. Moreover, the house that collected the 10,000 beheadings was also lined with people who died on the street. ”

"Later, my ancestor passed by the capital, and he could feel the huge evil qi ten miles away, and he followed the vine and found the master who was beheaded by ten thousand people."

Ding Ermiao was leisurely fascinated, as if he was thinking about his ancestor's demeanor: "My ancestor took away this 10,000-person behead, lived in seclusion in the mountains, and practiced it himself, which lasted more than a year, and finally changed the sword to a sword." The sword is the slaughtering weapon, and the sword is the weapon of the benevolent. After the transformation, the evil qi on the 10,000 people was greatly reduced. My ancestor also used Taoist supernatural powers to make the evil qi restrained, and eventually became a magic weapon to drive away evil spirits and suppress demons. ”

"Your master is so cranky...... Wan Shugao was also greatly impressed. Although Ding Ermiao only said a few words, his ancestor's demeanor has jumped out.

"But my ancestor was injured by 10,000 people because of sword refining, and finally died young, dying in his twenties." Ding Ermiao sighed: "It can be said that it was my ancestor who used his life to exchange his life for the peace of the entire executioner family and even the entire capital." ”

"It's so great, your ancestor, it's a pity to die so young." Ruping and the others sighed together. Although it was the second half of the night, everyone didn't feel sleepy.

"This is also fate, and it cannot be changed. When my ancestor came out of the mountain, the life word he chose was death, so he was destined to live a long life. Ding Ermiao picked up the umbrella and walked to the stairs: "The story is over, let's go to bed early." Sister Ruping will open for business tomorrow, don't sleep too late. ”

Wan Shugao caught up a few steps and shouted, "Brother Ermiao, let's talk for a while?" What is the word life, let me tell you about it. ”

"You don't understand." Ding Ermiao didn't look back, and climbed upstairs to go.

Ruping was as careful as a hair, and quickly followed, found a band-aid from her room, and treated the wound on Ding Ermiao's forehead. In fact, Ding Ermiao's forehead, that is, a skin trauma, is just a one-centimeter-long wound. It's just that the wound is on the face, and the face is ugly.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, Ding Ermiao opened his eyes and found that it was already past eight o'clock in the morning. He opened the door of the attic and was about to go to the bathroom on the second floor to go to the toilet, but he saw a mattress on the roof of the building, and Wan Shugao curled up on the mat, drooling all over the ground. A plate of mosquito coils beside him has burned out.

"Hey, you didn't sleep here all night, did you?" Ding Ermiao kicked Wan Shugao awake: "Get up, the sun is shining to the gutter!" ”

It's past eight o'clock in the summer, and the sun is overhead. In such light and temperature, he can still sleep, what a skill!

Wan Shu sat up with a shout, rubbed his eyes, and said pitifully: "I want to come and go, it is safest to follow you." I didn't dare to disturb you last night, so I laid out a mattress in front of your door. Sure enough, sleeping here, that ghost thing didn't dare to trouble me. ”

Ding Ermiao glared at him and went downstairs to wash. Wan Shugao was in a trance for a while, and then rolled up the mat and followed.

There was no one in the living room on the second floor, presumably Ruping and Xiaohan had already started to get busy. To do this kind of small business, I am very busy, and I have to go grocery shopping early in the morning, and then wash and choose vegetables and cut vegetables, and make all the preparations.

By the time Ding Ermiao finished washing, Wan Shugao had already bought a hot breakfast, and said with a flattering smile: "The newly baked wife cake, Brother Ermiao, eat it while it's hot." ”

"If you eat it, you will eat it in vain." Ding Ermiao took it and gobbled it up early, took the time to point to Wan Shugao's head and said, "I don't care about your business, you just wait for that ghost to find you for your life." Coffins, shrouds, cemeteries or something, should also be prepared. If you have any last words, leave them and tell your father and mother how you died. By the way, don't write about my failed ghost hunt last night, shame on me! ”

"Brother Ermiao, are you really going to die and not save you?" Wan Shu shouted.

Ding Ermiao's eyes slanted: "What's the matter?" Pie in the sky, I'll put your neck on it? Remove your air conditioner, let's clear the two of you, Yangguan Road single-plank bridge, each go its own way. ”

"Brother Ermiao......" Wan Shugao almost knelt down: "The younger brother has an eighty old mother and a delicate wife and weak son, do you really bear to watch me not bloom a flower, and be beaten by the wind and rain?" Be merciful, and give me a beacon of suffering, so that I can turn back to the shore. ”

In a hurry, Wan Shu did not choose to speak, and the drama lines popped out of his mouth one by one.

Ding Ermiao laughed, almost choking on the wife's cake in his mouth. He stretched his neck hard, swallowed the food that choked on his throat, wiped his mouth and said, "Okay, for the sake of your eighty-year-old mother and delicate wife and weak son, I will help you again." But tell me first, why, that ghost is following you?! Don't tell me you don't know, I can tell the difference. ”