The entire West Market was silent, and everyone was looking at the executioner, as if enjoying an ingenious artistic performance. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info yes, it is an artistic performance, and murder has been raised to the level of art.

"Chop!" the executioner raised the knife in his hand high, and the winter sunlight, which was not obvious, shone on the blade, reflecting a layer of cold light.

His feet were firmly nailed to the ground, his knees squatted slightly, his hips were forced, and his hands were slammed down. With a thunderstorm shout, the sword fell like lightning, swinging to the end.

In everyone's ears, a crisp cracking sound was heard, some like a naughty child stepping on ice in winter, and some like a hard-working peasant woman breaking a green onion. All in all, the sound is crisp.

"Poof. A pillar of blood rushed up two feet, and a large head rolled on the ground. The skull's lips were slightly open as it rolled, as if it wanted to say something, but it didn't make any sound.

Fang Hong noticed that after this person was beheaded, his soul was also broken into pieces for the first time, and then absorbed by the Ghost Head Knife. The evil qi on the Ghost Head Knife increased by one point again.

"Ah......h Although at this time, it was useless to shout anything, but he just wanted to vent his inner fear.

Between life and death, there is a great terror!

"Click. After killing the first person, the executioner did not hesitate at all, his hand raised and fell, and four heads fell to the ground one after another, and the entire execution ground exuded a strong smell of blood.

And the executioner was also steaming all over his body, and sweat was rolling down. Cutting off your head is not only a physical job, but also a technical job, you need to find the connection of the spine and cut it off accurately. Otherwise, this knife is easy to get stuck in the neck, not only will the prisoner be more painful, but even the officials will not like it.

After the beheading, several officials put away the corpses, and the five heads were hung on bamboo poles above the West Market. Usually, after being beheaded, the most vicious people need to abandon the city for three days to deter lawlessness.

Fang Hong didn't have much interest in cutting off his head, and even the gore in it didn't make him feel much. Nor is it like other teenagers, who can't eat or even vomit.

He is mainly interested in that knife, this knife is about to enter the demon, if he continues to kill dozens of people, and after a long time of worship, I am afraid that it can really become a magic knife.

At that time, this knife can not only become a sharp weapon for killing, but also kill gods and ghosts, but also just wait for leisure. Fang Hong is basically helpless when he encounters a high fate now, and he can only let a yellow skin be on his head. After all, Huang Pizi is just a brute, and his limitations are too great, and he can't understand many complicated commands at all.

After cutting off the head, the executioner put on a cotton coat, and then held the devil's head knife in one hand and headed to the east. Fang Hong took Ah Gui and followed.

"You are Uncle Yang, I live next door to your house, my name is Fang Hong. Fang Hong walked directly to the executioner's side and greeted him very familiarly. This ugly man's name is Yang Zheng, who is Yang Ping'an's father and the only executioner in the county.

"Hahaha, I've heard Ping An talk about you. Yang Zheng wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve, and when he saw Fang Hong stepping forward, he couldn't help but smile and said.

"Uncle Yang, your knife skills are really powerful, as soon as you go down, your head will fly. Fang Hong touched the back of his head and said with admiration, as if he had seen an idol to worship.

"Your baby is really interesting, I'm not afraid to see the head killed, before I learned to kill the head, I was often forced by my Lao Tzu to go to the execution ground to see the head killing, every time I vomited, I was much more than you at that time. Yang Zheng is very talkative, speaking boldly and magnificently, but without a trace of anger.

"What's there to be afraid of, the bad guy is killed, you should be happy. Fang Hong said indifferently. Looking at the lack of fear in his eyes, Yang Zheng only felt that this young man was more interesting.

"If you learn to cut off your head with me, you will definitely be better than me......" Yang Zheng said jokingly as he walked with Fang Hong all the way.

"Then Uncle Yang, you have to be careful, lest I rob you of your job. Fang Hong followed Shopkeeper Zhao for a month, and he also learned a lot of speaking skills, so he opened his mouth and said.

"You kid, you're pretty confident. When Yang Zheng heard these words, not only was he not angry, but his eyes were a little more affectionate. This beheading job is a cheap job after all, and many executioners even specialize in finding the kind of hard-working beggar as an apprentice, so when he says that he wants to teach people to cut off their heads, if others are more sensitive, they may think that he is scolding.

Fang Hong's words sounded arrogant, but in fact, it also showed that he did not reject the executioner's profession, which made Yang Zheng sound very comfortable.

"Uncle Yang, where are you going, aren't you going in that direction to go home?" The three of them walked all the way to the east, basically coming to an end, Fang Hong couldn't help but ask.

"Since I put this knife in the City God Temple, this thing has been stained with human blood all year round, killing countless people, if you don't let the City God Lord press it, I'm afraid it will become a murder weapon. Hearing Fang Hong's inquiry, a positive color immediately appeared on Yang's front and said seriously.

"I see. Fang Hong now understood, what he said was that if this knife was placed at home, it would be aspiring, although the ghosts and gods could not be approached, but it also destroyed their own luck, which is why many executioners always have a good death.

The temple of the City God Temple had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when he saw Yang Zheng coming, he immediately greeted him, still holding a bowl of sesame oil in his hand.

"I'm tired. Yang Zheng nodded towards the temple, dipped a piece of cotton cloth in sesame oil, and then carefully wiped the ghost head knife in his hand.

"This sesame oil is used to light the lamp of the Lord Chenghuang, and it is used to wipe the blade and remove the evil spirit. Yang Zheng explained while wiping.

Fang Hong's eyes faintly flashed with a glimmer of divine light, and sure enough, after being contaminated with sesame oil, a faint trace of incense wish power penetrated into the blade, forcing out the evil qi in it and scattering into the void.

However, the power of this bit of incense adds up to less than one, and it is simply a fool's dream to get rid of the evil qi inside. After Yang Zheng wiped it several times, the evil qi on it weakened slightly. (To be continued.) )