Lelia watched as the executioner raised the butcher's knife, feeling numb from neck to head. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She saw the criminal, kneeling on the far right, dressed in a robe, the cloth almost stained with blood, wet against his back. He was trembling slightly, his head covered with a gray linen, and he had no face.

The Empress Regent ordered the executioner to stop and asked in a loud voice, "Warlock, the king is forgiving and allows you to recount your last wishes." What were you talking about?"

The hemp hood covering the head rises and falls rapidly, wrapping the bridge of the nose and the outline of the mouth, but the sound is indistinct as if coming out of a water pipe.

"Say it again. The queen commanded expressionlessly.

"Turing, come back, revenge!" the prisoner shouted word by word, apparently screaming as hard as he could, which almost brought him to the ground, but the shouts were still changing, as if they were erupting from beneath the earth, from the depths of the sea.

But this was enough to frighten the Queen Regent, who felt that Turing was standing opposite her, tearing open her dress and licking her body with her tongue, but the tongue was black, and the eyes were black along with the whites of the eyes, and the lips were black, and the water coming out of her head was also black!

"Kill him, kill them, cut off their heads, burn them!" ordered Lelia, her face white as a ghost.

The butcher's knife was raised high and aimed at the prisoner's head, but the kneeling riddler still shouted word after word:

"Turing, come back, get revenge!"

When he called for the third time, the blade fell quickly on the back of his neck, perhaps because of the hindrance of the sackcloth hood, or because the blade was not sharp enough, his muscles opened, his cervical vertebrae cracked, but it did not break, and blood spurted out, like a fountain of the sun, surging into the sky, but the head did not fall, and the body did not fall.

There was still a whining sound from his mouth, and the Queen Mother Regent could hear it clearly, and what he said was:

"Turing, come back, get revenge!"

The executioner raised his knife a second time, this time aiming the blade at the ripp, slicing through the air and falling onto the red and white neck, finally stopping the cry of the rigoletto.

His head was still covered with a sackcloth hood, but it was all soaked with blood, like a juicy tomato.

Lelia's legs were weak and her expression was solemn, and Repon happily tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes and shouted, "Mother, look, human head!"

The executioner raised his butcher's knife again and aimed it at the second kneeling Rigoletto, a criminal dressed in thick animal skins and with a particularly large head. At this time, he seemed to have been pressed by some mechanism, and began to scream.

"Repon is dead! Lelia is a prostitute!"

Before he could finish the shout, the blade fell to his neck, and this time it went well, and another head rolled down.

When the little king heard the criminals scolding him, he burst into tears, broke free from his mother's hand, and tried to run over and kick the head of the man who had rolled down, but was dragged by Lelia.

Then came the jack-of-all-trades, who shouted, "Empire is gone!", and then lost his head as well.

Finally, there was the murderer, who struggled, knocked down two guards, and almost jumped up, and his voice came through the sackcloth hood: "Kill a few, count a few!"

The executioner cut off his head with swift speed.

The detached head and body lay on the ground, spurting blood like a broken water pipe, flowing sideways in all directions, staining the sunset fountain red.

"Burn them. The Empress Regent finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed, "Burn them for me!"

The guards first lined up the corpses and heads in a neat row, like a row of sausages, and then brought a bucket of fire oil and poured it evenly over the body, looking like a layer of shiny gel on the bright red.

Then they raised their burning sticks and lit oil and cloth.

At first, because the wind was too strong, the flames flew up and were swept away, and only black smoke remained. It took two or three times for the guards to ignite the fire.

Tongues of fire scurried around the corpse, the charred fabric made an unpleasant stench, then the grease was dried and crackled, and then the skin was exposed, charred and brittle like an eggshell, and layers by layer were swept into the swirling air stream.

As the burning became more and more intense, the row of corpses quickly turned into a black shadow, like a large tuber, allowing flames to grow from above. More black smoke came out, mixed with red, choking people to tears.

The Empress Regent breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her whole body was being emptied, and her feet were straight and weak.

Elio Parton gritted his teeth and whispered, "Look, what stupid thing you're doing. If you want to insult us, you can only bring shame on yourself. ”

The Queen Mother looked at him with a pair of blue eyes, gasped a few times, and responded coldly: "This is the evil result of your disrespect for the royal family." If you hadn't had each of your own ghosts, and the Imperial army had gone out to the south early, there wouldn't have been such a scene. ”

The former Prime Minister clenched his sword and cursed, "Damn the traitor, damn the Larson family mongrel." ”

"Burn them to ashes, as they do today. The Queen Mother Regent steadied herself.

The fire burned for two hours, during which the guards kept adding fire sticks to the fire, and at last the flaming tubers shrank smaller and smaller, until only a thin line remained.

The sky became pitch black, and the light of the fire became tiny, like a small oil lamp swaying in the darkness, and then even the oil lamp went out, leaving only a cloud of black charcoal and a few red streaks. Eventually, the red streaks dimmed, leaving only black smoke drifting around like a ghost.

A few guards brought wooden sticks and smashed all the blackened bones into pieces, and the rigolettos in a row turned into a small mass of ashes.

The Empress Regent had long since regained her composure, and Turing's ghost had disappeared along with the corpse of the criminal, and she was thinking about how to use the southern expedition to make these disobedient ministers and resentful local nobles obedient.

But at the same time, she felt that there was a cold thorn hiding in the shadows, aimed at her back—on the day of Midsummer, who was the informant to the Central Inquisition?

She looked at Elio Parton with a cold face, the Prince who almost fainted, the suffocating beautiful woman next to the Prince, Nikolai Gluck, who had always maintained his demeanor, Mark Duna with a smile on his face, and Evan Hall who was groveling and humble, and felt that everyone wanted to kill her and Liepen.

Elio Paton, on the other hand, held the eagle eagle tighter. In his eyes, these stupid farces were all made by his sister, who lacked leadership brains. Isn't it a joke that a and a kid with a brain problem want to rule the empire?

The southern conquest may not be a good opportunity for the Imperial army to march and the combined army to advance into the Golden Palace again and kill the man surnamed Stanley - who can stop him from ascending to the Golden Throne?

At this time, the guard's words awakened people's deep thoughts: "Your Majesty the King, Your Majesty the Queen Mother, the death penalty has been completed, do you need to inspect it?"

Repon pulled at the hem of his mother's skirt and shouted, "Ashes!

Lelia smiled, "I'll take a look." ”

So she stepped on the marble floor, which was stained with viscous blood, and though the attendant carefully held up the hem of her skirt, it was still stained with dust.

Repon happily ran to the ashes, grabbed them with one hand and wanted to put them in his mouth, but the three servants pulled him back, and then he slapped the black ash on the servant's head with the other.

The Queen Mother stood in the middle of the ashes and kicked hard, and all the black ashes were raised, fluttering and whirling in the sky, choking into the tracheas of those present. She threw a ball in her brother Elio's face, and his red robe immediately became embarrassed, and his pale face was like that of a miner, and the Queen Mother laughed loudly.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, come and taste the dead!" Lelia burst into tears.