Wuhang City, Chengdong Caishikou, has always been the place where the government executes, as one of the few entertainment for the small people in the east of the city, watching the head of a person is a rare concoction in the boring days, the executioner who looks fierce and vicious, the handle of the boss's beheading knife is wrapped in a red cloth, and the sleeper that is soaked in the neck blood of many vicious people is full of deep knife marks.

The midday sun pierced the already thin clouds and hung above Yu Wenzhao's head, and she looked at the shadows under her feet and listened to the voices of people gradually gathering around her.

The entrance of this eastern vegetable market is an open space with a length and width of 500 steps, and if it is not for the execution of powerful figures, it is generally impossible to help but watch. Two wooden platforms were erected in the center of the entrance of the market, one was the place where the prisoner was seated, and the other was the place where the executioner was executed.

Yu Wenzhao wore a red robe, like the eyes of a wedding dress, but in this way, the blood in her neck gushed out and would be hidden in the red, and it would not be too ugly. She went to the toilet before her execution, otherwise she was terrified and out of control when she cut off her head, I was afraid that it would be ugly, she was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of dying ugly.

People who had been friends with her father asked for a bowl of medicine, saying that after drinking it, it would make people so dizzy that it seemed like they were going to sleep, and it passed without any pain with a flick of their fingers.

She knocked over the bowl of medicine, and she wasn't afraid.

However, when Yu Wenzhao saw the machete, she was still afraid, thinking that the ghost head knife that could be the size of her upper body would be cut down, and cutting off a human head was no different from cutting off a chicken's neck.

But the man who had been in good friends with her father came in with a message, saying that the knife was only a scary sight, but in fact it was the most pleasant, and not to mention that he had made money from the executioner, and he would not cut the flesh with a blunt knife, as those poor people do, but only with a knife on his head.

The sound of the crowd under the high stage was higher and higher, but the executioner was not in a hurry, took out wine and meat to eat and drink, three people, one pressed, one used the knife, and one person was on the side to prevent accidents.

Like any death row prisoner, her beheading is also a three-person execution, but there are ten times more sergeants guarding by the high platform to prevent trouble, as for what to guard against, she can't help but feel that this is a little ridiculous, how many people can survive in Yanyulou, even if there are, who will take such a risk, so many people who are nervous, what are they guarding against?

The executioners, who were halfway through eating and drinking, wiped their mouths with their forearms, and these executioners, who were dressed in thin clothes to facilitate their movements, did not want to suffer a little more from the cold, so they moved forward the time of execution a little earlier.

The official who supervised the beheading was a military attache from the eighth rank that could be seen everywhere in Wuhang City, although he was also a military attaché, in fact, he only did some copying things in the government office, and he did not have jurisdiction over the three executioners who belonged to the Jiangzhou army.

Both sides tacitly agreed, and the execution was carried out in advance, and the spectators in the audience were also happy to watch the excitement early, some shouted good, and some laughed at her with foul language, and the scoundrel who spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on her face, and turned back into the crowd with triumph, which was more worthy of boasting than stealing the belly pocket of a beautiful lady in the city.

The sergeants guarding the high platform were resentful of the behavior of these spectators, and pulled their swords out of their sheaths to deter them, but more of them were indifferent and even gloating.

It's like a flower in all its beauty, which has been rudely crushed with dirty hands, and the people next to it are always happy to see it.

The viscous sputum hung on Yu Wenzhao's face, and she still couldn't fall off for a long time, she struggled to raise her head, and said angrily to the spectators under the high stage:

"If my dad were still here, I'd let him kill you all!"

But the ordinary people were frightened by her majesty for a moment, and for a time the Yaqi was silent, but after a while, someone raised his hand and scolded her:

"The big guy is afraid of this female devil, this little bitch's family has long been dead, and she is going to be slaughtered now, what kind of majesty are you still doing here, I'm sorry. ”

The man pointed at Yu Wenzhao, who was tied up, and finished scolding, and stepped forward and spit on Yu Wenzhao's face, he was still a raged scoundrel in Wuhang City, but he was just a different person.

The people around cheered, this kind of occasion is the time when these Wuhang City-stirring sticks show their skills on weekdays, and so are the people who were quite tired of the broken skin scoundrels in the past.

Among the guests under the high platform, there are people shuttling, mostly small businessmen in the city, who have no capital to rent a shop or set up a stall, relying on walking the streets and alleys to sell snacks and needles and threads, affected by the depression of this winter, these people are even difficult to fill their stomachs, and now it is a rare lively scene in the east of the city, so they all gather here from all over the city, and it is indeed in the near future that they have done a business that may not be possible in the past two or three days, so that these small businessmen who have been sad for some days have a smile on their faces.

After the centurion who was the leader of the garrison sergeant came up to pass the breath, the latter gave an order, and the sergeants surrounding the high platform drew their swords together, and the approaching spectators immediately retreated in panic.

"If you get closer to within a zhang, you will blame the sword for having no eyes. ”

The leading centurion shouted at the crowd that was pressed by the black pressure, but after a short time the spectators slowly approached, and he was also helpless, it was not good to really order these people to fight each other with swords, if this was the case, then he, the centurion, would have to bear the responsibility of walking five hundred miles.

Get closer, get closer, what can happen in Wuhang City?

He was a little more relieved, and his swordsmen, who were hesitant to draw their swords, were also ordered to put their swords back into their sheaths, and even so, the centurion still had to write a letter of explanation to the officials of the government office when the swords were unsheathed in Wuhang City.

Seeing the helpless face of the centurion who turned his head and waved his hand, the petty officer who supervised the beheading immediately understood the current situation, and estimated that there were only two moments left before three quarters of noon, so he motioned for the three executioners to take the stage.

The executioners, also dressed in red, came up, the most burly of them, also a knife-wielding executioner, reached out and ripped off the belt of his clothes, revealing a muscular chest, densely covered with curly black hair. He lifted the jar of liquor in front of him, poured a few sips into his mouth, and poured the whole jar onto his body, looking around with red eyes, and a piercing cheer was remembered around him.

The burly executioner squirted a mouthful of wine into the devil's head knife in his hand, and then raised the knife above his head, and the people around him responded with even greater cheers.

Another executioner, who was only slightly inferior to him, also took a sip of the spirits, strode forward, and lifted Yu Wenzhao up with only one hand, and the other put a wooden pillow almost a foot thick in front of her, the old and new knife marks and blood stains on the sleeper were mixed together, Yu Wenzhao was a person who loved cleanliness very much, and it was difficult for her to accept dying on a dirty sleeper like this.

"Can you change it...."She tried her best to turn her head back, but the executioner behind her kicked Lu Guichen's knee backbend coldly, and at the same time slapped him the back of the neck, Yu Wenzhao, who was not in the martial arts realm, could hardly resist this not small brute force.

She knelt down, unable to lift her head, and the people under the high platform cheered.

"It's a pity that what a good little girl, it's a pity that death is coming, why don't you give your brother a kiss with a small mouth, and my brother will give you a good time?" The executioner with the knife lowered his voice and said in her ear, "Anyway, they are all people who are about to die, so give my brother a happy life." ”

"Fuck you. ”

For the first time in her life, Yu Wenzhao, who felt that swearing was so comfortable, smiled for the first time after being escorted to the high platform, and the thick phlegm on her face finally fell, which made her feel that these two small fortunes were happier than the two boxes of beautiful clothes she received in the building before.

The executioner with the knife was not annoyed when he heard Yu Wenzhao's scolding, but just raised his leg and pressed his knee on Yu Wenzhao's back, so that her head was closer to the groove on the wooden pillow, and the disgusting blood was getting closer and closer, making Yu Wenzhao unconsciously want to move her head farther away, but she couldn't compare to the force coming from behind, and her side face was completely pressed into the groove of the sleeper.

"Sideways head? The brother can't keep it all right, can he cut off his sister's head with a knife, anyway, he received a hundred taels of silver, and he didn't do anything after receiving the silver, which is really unkind. ”

The executioner handed the seat he was holding on his knees to another person and walked to Yu Wenzhao's side.

Both on the guillotine, the zombies died, leaving people from the peakless circuit to the knife. The knife should be sharpened, and the light can discern people. The blade of the knife sharpens iron like clay, and the tip of the knife penetrates into the wood for three points. Cut off the green silk, and it will be gone in an instant. Release blood and sprinkle red dust. Three inches behind the head, with bones and tendons. The hand is up and down, and the clothes are not marked. Don't drag mud and water, don't hurt yourself.

Since entering the industry, the master has said to him, in our industry, a lot of silver should be collected, but what should not be collected, not a penny, rather than not happy, not for others unhappy, otherwise when you lose your head one day, you will know the stakes.

The master trained him very well, he never missed after the teacher, everything that has been dotted up and down, is a neat and neat thing, as for the money dotted, as long as it is not extremely vicious and really annoying, it will also give a pleasure, it will be regarded as a virtue.

It's just that this head is cut off and watched, this executioner is a little bored, many people who don't like the eye, and they haven't made money with him, they often just give a knife with their hands, half of their neck is not broken, and they are still panting and crying out for pain, so they will make up for another knife.

Tut-tut, it's a pity that this little lady with fine skin and tender meat is estimated to hit the ground with a knife in her hand.

The drum beats, and the drumsticks jump sharply on the drum surface, heavier and heavier, more and more urgent.

Will anyone come to save her? Dad, Uncle Yu, Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Qian, they are all dead, who else can save her.

Even him....

Yu Wenzhao didn't think about it anymore, she closed her eyes and silently read the name of the man who had been about to lift her red hijab.

The drumbeat stopped.

The executioner raised his sword, but it never fell.