It is said that the punishments in the dark ages of the Middle Ages in Europe were cruel, but compared with China, which has a brilliant civilization of 5,000 years, the punishments in Europe are simply crude and simple, and they are completely inadequate.

In China, ink, slashing, chopping, palace, car cracking, cooking all kinds of meat punishment patterns emerge in endlessly, and accidentally create some such as Sun Bin, Sima Qian, Zheng He and other bull fork figures.

Among the various corporal punishments, the most famous except for palace punishments, I am afraid it must be Ling Chi.

In fact, a large part of the source of fame comes from a group of artists on the other side of the sea who have never seen the world.

The word Lingchi is derived from the Khitan language, which began in the Five Dynasties, was established in Liao, became a regular punishment in the Song Dynasty, and was used until the end of the Qing Dynasty to change the law before it was abolished. Unexpectedly, the abolished "Ling Chi" at that time shocked many people because the photos taken by the French soldiers who invaded China were printed and published. There are even quite a few writers and artists who claim to have inspired themselves from this, and it is from then that the word Ling Chi really began to become famous.

Qi Zihuan listened to the whisper of the beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the bed, as if he could hear the hoarse howl of the noisy crowd with the flying knives, and the cold sweat that had not been seen for a long time began to emerge from his back.

Unlike Alesa's of rust and blood in the church, the word Ling Chi itself means a cold blade, a calm emotion, and a long and endless pain.

"By the way, what about your husband? Didn't you say that Lao Liu was accidentally stabbed by you and Zuo Ruize and brought here, how are you going to deal with him? Qi Zihuan asked knowingly.

At the mention of Lao Liu, Ke Xiaoqi's face immediately changed, and his eyebrows were full of anger and disgust.

"The surname Liu is no longer my husband, from the moment Rui Ze knew the secret and hugged me tightly, I swore that I would only be his person for the rest of my life." Ke Xiaoqi said very seriously, "He's in another room, I'll take you to have a look." ”

The little paper figure simply jumped to the center of the room and lay down in a pool of blood, letting the bright red blood soak all over his body without striking a beat.

Ke Xiaoqi didn't get up immediately, but leaned down and pecked lightly on Zuo Ruize's thin lips, before turning around and leading the way.

Walking to the door of the other room in the hall, she stepped out of the way, stretched out her hand and said, "Lao Liu is inside, I don't want to see him again, you can go in by yourself." ”

Qi Zihuan took a deep look at her, and silently stepped forward and pushed open the door.

The smell of blood was so strong that it could not be dissolved, and the room was almost full of blood, and the stumps and flesh on the hospital bed looked particularly terrible in the dazzling light.

But any normal person, at first sight of such a hellish scene, will definitely be greatly frightened and stimulated, immediately screaming and running away or vomiting on the spot.

Even if it is like Qi Zihuan, who is determined because of some kind of exercise, he will at least shake his mind and be stunned for a few seconds.

However, a few seconds of trance time is enough for many things to happen.

For example, the carotid artery was cut by a quick knife.

Qi Zihuan has such a fast knife behind him. The blade was like ice, the blade was like ink, and it was lightly pinched by several fingers as slender as jade, and slashed towards the back of his neck.

Quietly, not even a hint of wind was raised.

As fast as lightning, it was about to touch Qi Zihuan's skin in the blink of an eye.

With such a fast knife, such an accurate knife, almost no one can avoid it.

Unless this person has already seen the gore in front of him, he doesn't even have those few seconds of trance.

I saw Qi Zihuan's head suddenly leaning forward, his movements were extremely fast to avoid the cold blade, his feet were wrong, and his waist twisted strangely, and he had already become a posture facing Ke Xiaoqi.

Even his heels were on the edge of a pool of blood, and he didn't stain his shoes a bit.

It's just that there is still a trace of blood oozing from the back of the neck, which is very shallow, but after all, it is broken and injured.

Even though he had been secretly on guard, he never thought that the knife could be so fast.

Ke Xiaoqi looked at the drop of blood hanging on the knife in disbelief, and said in his mouth: "How can it be...... How could you not be surprised at all......"

Her steps began to spread, and she stepped back.

Qi Zihuan stepped forward, his whole body was already faintly golden as he went, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed her.

Ke Xiaoqi's right foot that retreated was not yet grounded, and suddenly turned into a light, not retreating, but advancing, and the knife in his hand slashed towards Qi Zihuan's wrist.

The direction of the knife is the position of the tesuji, and the score is exactly the same.

Qi Zihuan relied on the golden armor to get around, but simply turned his wrist sideways to avoid the tendons, and still went castrate to grab Ke Xiaoqi.

The sword light touched the golden armor, and there was only a trace of invisible lag, and then it slashed again.

Blood splattered, and the wound was deep almost to the bone.

Qi Zihuan covered his right hand and retreated, frowning and looking at the knife in Ke Xiaoqi's hand.

The dual-mindedness just now still made him not concentrate and think carefully, although he was always on guard, but he forgot a very important thing, which led to continuous errors in judgment.

As the saying goes, if you kill more than 100 with a knife, you are a murderer. Ke Xiaoqi's ancestors have been executioners for generations, if this set of knives has really been passed down from the family, and it has been stained with the blood of many Ling Chi criminals, it has already become a weapon of great evil. If it is taken by someone who learns the Tao and the law, it can be refined into a rare magic weapon, which can be used to kill ghosts and ghosts and ghosts.

Qi Zihuan's Golden Light Divine Curse carried the attack of the Yin Matter Ghost was indeed effective, but when it encountered a physical attack, it was already average in defense, not to mention this kind of weapon, which was broken after only a little bit of strength.

He didn't dare to hold it up anymore, the golden light on his body did not decrease, and he summoned the Zhaori Pagoda in his uninjured hand, while moving left and right, trying his best to avoid the blade that attacked again.

Ke Xiaoqi has obviously practiced a little physical skills, but he is not profound, it is nothing more than that his footsteps and body are more flexible.

The most terrifying thing is the knife in her hand.

The hand is steady, and the knife is fast.

Qi Zihuan's small teng technique was completely used, only dodging and not attacking, but he also lost the embarrassment at the beginning.

The injured hand slapped the wooden tower with blood, and the golden purple thunderbolt swam out and directly drilled into Ke Xiaoqi's body.

Ke Xiaoqi was so electrocuted that he couldn't help himself, and stood on the spot.

Qi Zihuan was no longer polite, brutally snatched the knife in Ke Xiaoqi's hand and threw it into the corner, and then pressed her tightly on the ground with his knees, and touched her from head to toe with both hands without hesitation.

This has nothing to do with taking advantage, but for fear that she will take out a knife from somewhere.

After confirming that she had no other sharp weapons on her, he took out Ke Xiaoqi's belt and tied her hands tightly.

Qi Zihuan sat on the side, clenching the lower end of his elbow, and after the wound gradually stopped bleeding, Ke Xiaoqi had also recovered from the paralysis.

"I've had a question since I walked in the door. You say that whether you kill your husband or elope, there are reasons for it. ”

Qi Zihuan tilted his head and looked at the woman on the ground who had lost his fighting spirit, and asked coldly.

"But why did you lie to me and kill me?"