August 18,

Under the East Gate.

The sun is shining,

The autumn breeze is bleak.

anti-thief Song Jiang,

Behead the Fa-rectification!

Song Jiang is going to the execution ground to cut off his head again.

Why do you say the word "again"?

Because he went to the execution ground in Jiangzhou once, he was accompanied by Dai Zong that time, and a group of good brothers sacrificed their lives to save him.

He still remembers that the big black man who jumped down from the upper floor, holding two axes, slaughtered all directions, like a demon god descending!

There was also a group of brothers who came out on all sides and rescued him.

That feeling of fleeing from death is still fresh in his memory.

Song Jiang sighed, why is his life so bitter!

After killing Yan Po, he hid under his cellar and couldn't live in fear;

On Qingfeng Mountain, the heart was almost taken alive;

In Qingfeng Village, he was hung up by Liu Zhizhai and beaten to the point that his skin was open and his flesh was open, and he was drenched in blood;

On Jieyang Ridge, he was almost made into meat buns by Li Li;

In Jieyang Town, he was bullied by Mu Chun and had nowhere to stay;

On the Xunyang River, he was almost thrown into the river by Zhang Heng;

In Jiangzhou Prison City, he was beaten to death and put on the execution ground once, and that kind of fear was the same as now!

And this time, no one came to save him!

He was emaciated, huddled in the corner of his cell, the fear of death drowning him like a tidal wave.

Is it meaningless that I have suffered so much?

The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and act chaotically!

I have gone through all kinds of tests, and finally sat in the second position on Liang, actually controlling the power of Liangshan, and speaking is more effective than Chao Gai! He thought that the bitterness would come willingly, and since then he has called for wind and rain and made great achievements, but he was beaten to the dust in a blink of an eye!

"Leader Song, go all the way!" Li Ying, who was in the cell opposite, said gloomily.

Song Jiang raised his eyelids, glanced at them, and lowered them again.

are all dying, how can they be in the mood to do a battle of words!

A group of jailers poured in, opened the door, and brought a sumptuous meal of wine.

"Take a long break, but miss your hometown on the bridge; Say goodbye to wine, don't look back on the platform ......"

An old jailer suddenly sang, his voice eerie as if it were a conjuring, making the prisoners shudder.

Although he really had no appetite, Song Jiang still ate two big bowls with tears - you can't be a starving ghost on Huangquan Road!

When he had finished eating, the jailers took out ropes and tied him up like rice dumplings.

Then I brushed my hair with glue, tied up the messy hair on the top of my head, and crooked it to one side, revealing my true face, and the whole person looked fresh and neat, very energetic.

The jailers put a red ayazi paper flower on his sideburns, and said happy one after another, which is the so-called red and white happy event, and the funeral should be treated as a happy event.

This operation has a strong sense of ritual and adds to the fear of death.

The fox dies and the rabbit is sad, and the thing hurts it.

Li Ying and Du Xing felt cold in their hearts, their hairs stood up, and they couldn't say a word.

Everything was in order, the jailers pushed Song Jiang to the blue-faced sage case, put on a stick of incense, got out of the prison, and went to the entrance of the Dongmen vegetable market.

On both sides of the street were onlookers, pointing and pointing, and from time to time there were a few meaningless exclamations from the crowd. After all, eggs are very precious, and they are usually reluctant to eat at home, so they are willing to use them to smash people, and if they hit the officials, they are asking for trouble.

If it is in Jiangzhou or Qingzhou, I am afraid it will be another situation, Song Jiang owes a lot of blood debts in these two places, and the people hate it to the bone.

Song Jiang was like a walking corpse, muddy, a pair of feet like stepping on cotton, one foot deep and one foot shallow to the entrance of the vegetable market.

The two jailers reached out and pressed Song Jiang's shoulder, but before he could exert force, he knelt down.

The autumn sun was still scorching, but Song Jiang felt cold, looked up blankly and looked around, only to see dense human heads and faces with different expressions.

The crowd buzzed, his ears buzzed, and he couldn't hear anything, just like his blank brain, with only boundless cold fear.

……

There were several restaurants on the side of the execution ground, and at the table by the window on the second floor of one of them, there were four men with extraordinary bearing sitting - Zhu Long, Luan Tingyu, Qin Ming, and Shi Xiu.

The other tables were empty, because the entire second floor was reserved by Zhu Long.

"I think Song Jiang is also a character, but he ended up like this!" Luan Tingyu was quite emotional.

"Humph! Deserve! Qin Ming sneered, he was very happy to see the enemy end up like this.

Shi Xiu's face was solemn, he used to be Song Jiang's younger brother, and the relationship was okay. Now watching him go to the execution ground to be beheaded, I feel a little uncomfortable.

When he was up and down in Dongping Mansion Prison for Li Ying and Du Xing, he didn't forget Song Jiang, so Song Jiang had wine and meat every day in the prison, which was also his best.

Zhu Long's gaze did not fall on Song Jiang, but looked at the red-faced man who was quite tall under the prison beheading platform.

That person has a foot of beautiful hair, two eyebrows into the sideburns, phoenix eyes facing the sky, and holding the Qinglong Yanyue Knife!

Shi Xiu noticed Zhu Long's gaze and explained, "That person is the new governor of Dongping Mansion - 'Big Knife' Guan Sheng. It is said that after the martial saint Guan Yu, he is familiar with military books and is well versed in martial arts, and he is not an idle person! ”

Zhu Long nodded and did not make a sound.

Guan Sheng's appearance is so distinctive, he can recognize it at a glance.

He was condescending, and the arrangement of the officers and soldiers at the execution ground was clear at a glance.

He put himself in his shoes and thought that if he wanted to rob the Dharma Field, it would be very difficult.

First of all, Guan Sheng used a carriage to circle and isolate the onlookers outside, and there were five rows of officers and soldiers in the circle, holding spears in their hands

The alleys and alleys around are blocked, leaving only a few main avenues, and the entrances are guarded by soldiers to check whether the people entering are carrying weapons.

Other important positions are guarded by officers and soldiers, and they are very strict.

Zhu Long secretly admired that Guan Sheng was still very capable.

His eyes moved, and he saw Dong Ping on the prison platform, and saw that he was wearing silver frost iron armor, covered with a cyan unicorn robe, and a phoenix-winged silver helmet on his head.

Now that he has been promoted and made a fortune, his attitude towards Zhujiazhuang has changed subtly, and Zhu Long didn't dare to trust him too much, so he didn't tell him when he sneaked into Dongping Mansion this time.

Suddenly, there was a quarrel downstairs.

"Guest officer, there is already someone upstairs, you can't go up!" Xiao Er said anxiously.

"Go away! The lord is in a hurry, you'd better have some eyesight! A man's voice said coldly.

"No...... Ouch! ”

Xiao Er shouted, as if he had been pushed down.

Then there was a knock of footsteps on the stairs, and the man came upstairs.

Qin Ming and Shi Xiu were angry, got up and left the table, to teach the troublemaker a lesson.

As soon as he took two steps, he saw a majestic man appear at the top of the stairs, and his physique was a little more majestic than Qin Ming.

The two were taken aback and paused.

This big man is dressed as a head, wearing an iron hoop, wearing a soap cloth straight jacket, black-edged cuffs, two ring knives hanging from his waist, and a string of human parietal bones and beads hanging around his neck.

Syllable!

Zhu Long lost his mind, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered to the ground.

"Isn't this the Wu Song I thought about for a long time?"