didn't wait long, Fang Xiaoru was brought out from Zhao Prison by several fans, and was escorted all the way to the execution ground.

The people who were watching did not pick up some rotten vegetables and throw them over as before, nor did they make any shouts and scolding, they looked at Fang Xiaoru who was escorted over a little blankly, but subconsciously moved some distance for fear of getting into bad luck.

I have to say that there is less publicity, even if the people are interested in Ling Chi's execution, it is difficult for them to have any subjective opinions on this matter, and then the other party hates the filial piety and the widow to the core, and they are more watching the excitement of this execution.

The thin and thin Fang Xiaoru seemed to have a premonition of something, and after being locked up and tortured for a few days, his body, which had run out of oil, suddenly burst out with some strength and began to struggle frantically.

When the crowd got out of the way, he saw the execution table and knew what was about to happen.

He has made a lot of mental preparations these days, but in the face of life and death, who can be truly indifferent? Even if Fang Xiaoru accepted the fact that he was going to die eventually, he couldn't help but feel extremely panicked at this moment.

Fang Xiaoru, who was escorted away by several fans like a puppet, saw Zhao Jia wearing black clothes and a face full of chicken blood, saw Ji Gang who looked cold on the execution platform, and saw the people with eyes full of expectation.

No one spoke, everyone was waiting, but Fang Xiaoru didn't know what he was about to face.

Several brocade guards grabbed Fang Xiaoru's hands and feet and tied him to a standing log.

Fang Xiaoru's body trembled in the morning breeze, he thought that he was a man with lofty ideals like those ancients, who could die without any burden and accompany His Majesty who took the first step, but at this moment, his body betrayed him, and clearly told him that he was afraid.

He wanted to say something about righteousness, and wanted to make an accusation against Zhu Di, who was sitting in Miyagi and already held the country in his hands, but his Adam's apple trembled a few times, but he couldn't say anything.

Ji Gang's eyes brightened with anticipation, he saw that Fang Xiaoru wanted to say something, in order to prevent him from confusing the public, Ji Gang motioned to block his mouth, then looked up at the sky, and threw out the arrow:

"Execution!"

"Wow!" There was a commotion among the people in the audience, Fang Xiaoru's face turned from white to red, and then from red to blue, and suddenly he trembled, and his pants were wet.

The two fans frowned, and directly stepped forward to pick up Fang Xiaoru.

A fan walked to the execution table and read out Zhu Di's holy decree:

"Fang Xiaoru bewitched the king, caused chaos in the government, committed serious crimes, and was heinous! Today, Your Majesty is here, and Ling Chiming will be punished! ”

With a bang, he put away the holy decree, and stepped down without delay, without looking back.

Zhao Xiaojia shouted: "Open the knife!" ”

Zhao Jia took a step forward suddenly, took a knife forged from fine iron from Zhao Xiaojia's hand, and walked in front of Fang Xiaoru, who had been gagged by the pillar and rolled his eyes a little after hearing Ling Chi's words, and frowned.

Fang Xiaoru, who was stripped naked, still had a smell of urine on his body, Zhao Jia knew that this person was afraid that he had reached the limit of his psychological endurance, and with more stimulation, if the knife fell, he would inevitably continue to be incontinent.

When the time comes, the stage will be filthy, and he will fall into his own name.

He was really dizzy by this smell, and gave his son a look, Zhao Xiaojia took a basin and put it under Fang Xiaoru, this scene was like picking up a pig and going into the water when he killed a pig.

Since ancient times, the executioners who have been sentenced to Ling Chi have not wanted to meet that kind of tough guy, and they will not shrink their muscles in fear when the knife falls on their bodies, only that kind of person can withstand more than 3,000 knives and still have one breath left, and they can still hold on until the execution is completed, only that kind of person can make an executioner like Zhao Jia go down in history.

can look at Fang Xiaoru in front of him, thin, timid, he has read all his life, he has been a teacher for a lifetime, the flesh on his body is shaking like a tide under fear, and his body exudes a bad smell.

This is simply the worst Ling Chi target, and I don't know if I can withstand more than a thousand knives.

If he dies halfway, Zhao Jia's reputation for a lifetime of punishment will really fall.

"Master, offended!"

Zhao Jia whispered, as soon as the words fell, his heart was as hard as iron and stone for a moment, as still as water, the living person in front of him was gone, and only a pile of flesh and blood bones piled up according to God's mold was left on the log.

Ignoring the pleading in Fang Xiaoru's eyes, he slapped Fang Xiaoru's heart with a slap, his eyes rolled when he hit him, and the people in the audience let out an exclamation in unison.

Just when the loud blow had not disappeared, he held the knife in his right hand, and with a dexterous turn, he hung a piece of meat the size of a copper coin from Fang Xiaoru's right chest, and this knife also happened to spin off Fang Xiaoru's breast grains, leaving a wound similar to the eye socket of a blind man.

Fang Xiaoru's body shook suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly, and his naked body shook violently.

Zhao Jia, in accordance with the unwritten rules of the executioner's business, pierced the piece of meat with the tip of the knife, held it high, and showed it to the prisoner Ji Gang and the people in the audience, Zhao Xiaojia reported loudly on the side:

"The first cut!"

The piece of flesh that was picked on the tip of the knife trembled and trembled, looking annoying, Zhao Jia seemed to be able to feel the trembling of this piece of meat, he listened to the nervous gasps of the people in the audience behind him, and the sound of footsteps rubbing when the body of the Jinyi Wei Fanzi who was standing close to him moved unnaturally, and he didn't have to look back to know that the faces of Fanzi and the people had changed color.

Of course, he also knew that all the people who watched this scene had their hearts beating unevenly.

At this moment, his heart was filled with the pleasure of schadenfreude, over the years, there have been quite a few big people who have fallen into the hands of the executioners of the criminal department, especially in the Hongwu Dynasty, the fallen officials are simply a film, but the dignified emperor, being punished in front of the public, is the only time in Zhao Jia's life in almost sixty years, he is used to seeing those big people show off their power when they are in power, and he has also seen Fang Xiaoru trembling in the face of punishment, at this moment, he is the embodiment of the law, It is an executioner without any emotion.

At this moment, Zhao Jia is supreme, he represents His Majesty, represents the imperial court, represents justice and law and discipline, and represents all the executioners who stand in the shadows and silently dedicate themselves to the law.

This is Ling Chi, this is... Zhao Jia's life.

……

With a flick of his wrist, the fine iron knife that had never been used for Ling Chi flashed with silver light, and the piece of flesh pierced on the tip of the knife was like a projectile, flying up with a whoosh, flying to a high place and then falling, like the excrement of a bird flying by, it fell on the head of a common person with a chirp.

The people screamed strangely, as if someone had been beaten on the head, and their bodies shook, and the people around them hurriedly avoided them.

According to the rules of the executioner, the meat of this first knife is thanks.

A smear of bright red blood jumped out of the wound on Fang Xiaoru's chest like beads, and a part of the blood beads flowed down the edge of the knife, wetting Fang Xiaoru's chest red.

The second knife is from the left chest, and the first knife is as neat and accurate, and the left chest grain is unscrewed off at once, and now on Fang Xiaoru's chest, there are two holes the size of copper coins, but the bleeding is not very much, the reason is that the palm at the beginning, caught off guard and vigorously coupled with vigorous force, beat Fang Xiaoru's heart tightly, which greatly slowed down the speed of blood circulation, maybe Zhao Jia can't say the specific reason, but this is how many generations of executioners in the prison department in the lobby of the Criminal Department have been in the long process of execution, The accumulated experience has been tried and tested.

Fang Xiaoru's body has begun to spasm, this is a bad phenomenon, his body has been convulsed for a long time, the physical and psychological pressure has reached the limit, Zhao Jia can hear Fang Xiaoru's blocked mouth also squeezed out a few small snorts, so small that only he can hear it, as if it came out of his ears and eyes.

Zhao Jia tried not to look at Fang Xiaoru's face that had been completely distorted because of pain and fear, he was used to hearing the miserable howls of the mortals who were executed, in the background of that sound, he was able to maintain a high degree of calm, but when he encountered a prisoner like Fang Xiaoru who was gagged and couldn't resist and scream, the purity in his ears made him a little uneasy, as if something suddenly happened.

He concentrated on hanging the second piece of meat on the tip of the knife, meticulously showing it to the people, when the piece of meat slowly moved away from the people, their eyes moved, as if that piece of meat had some magic, Zhao Jia could clearly see the fear in their eyes.

Zhao Xiaojia on the side continued to report loudly:

"Second cut!"

According to custom, this knife is naturally sacrificed, but Zhao Jia decided not to continue such a cumbersome display in the future, he was not afraid that he would not be able to withstand it when he was old, but that Fang Xiaoru would not be able to hold on.

According to Zhao Jia's experience in executing sentences over the years, the executioner showed the officials and the people what this kind of late punishment cut from the prisoners, first, to show the harshness of the law and the meticulousness of the executioner's execution, and second, to let the people be shocked by their hearts, so as to restrain evil thoughts and not to commit crimes.

This is why the dynasties have publicly executed executions and encouraged the common people to come and watch.

And the third, it's a very dark point, to put it bluntly, in order to meet the psychological needs of the people, no matter how wonderful the drama is, it can't be as exciting as Ling Chi's living people, which is also the fundamental reason why the executioners in the prison of the Criminal Department look down on those actors who can enter the palace to act.

Zhao Jia hadn't read any books, but he knew a lot of truths, on the one hand, it was the Dun Dun teachings of his master and some predecessors, and on the other hand, it was the summary of his long life.

I have seen a lot of things, and if I think about it more in my spare time, the truth will naturally come out.

The executioner must be calm and calm when executing, not only to be careful as a hair, but also to be decisive, like a big girl embroidering, and like a butcher killing a donkey, any indecision and impetuousness, will make the hand movements deformed.

It stands to reason that Zhao Jia shouldn't think about it so much, but he has a hunch that this... It may be the final curtain call of his executioner career.

In the days that followed, he would either help train the Jinyi Guard in the Jinyi Guard's yamen, or he would really grow old as an old man.

He doesn't want all the executioners in the world to become the kind of people who are punished by Ling Chi, who dismantles people and stabs them to death.

The executioner is the absolute center at the time of execution, and the tip of the knife in his hand and the flesh on the tip of the knife are the center of the center, when the meat is thrown into the sky, everyone's eyes follow the heavens, and when the meat falls to the ground, everyone's eyes also fall to the ground.

Zhao Jia enjoyed this moment very much.

He used a clean towel, dipped in salt water, wiped the blood beads on Fang Xiaoru's chest, so that the knife edge was like a fresh cut mark on the tree, he cut the third knife on Fang Xiaoru's chest, this knife is still the same size as before, the wound is fish scale-shaped, the edge of the new knife and the old knife edge are connected and the boundaries are clear, this is taught by the master, according to the master, this knife method is also called "fish scale cutting", it is indeed a very vivid image.

The third knife went down, and the exposed flesh stubble was white, and there was not much fat under Fang Xiaoru's flesh, but the amount of bleeding from this old body was also very small, and only some blood beads were oozing from the wound, which indicated that the work had a good start, which made Zhao Jia very satisfied.

The master said that the successful Ling Chi, the bleeding is very small, the palm before the operation, will make people's blood concentrate in the abdomen and stomach, at this time can be like cutting radish, cut enough knives, and people do not die, otherwise the blood flow is like an injection, the fishy smell is pressing, and the blood stains the flesh, it will affect the observation, there is no way to go under the knife, and it is bound to be a mess in the back.

In that case, no matter how calm the executioner is, he will be at a loss.

And the emergency solution is not nothing, that is, to pour a bucket of cold water on the prisoner with his head and face, so that he is suddenly frightened, close the blood channel, and if the cold water can't be stopped, then pour a bucket of sour vinegar.

Of course, if this method does not work, then only two pieces of flesh can be cut from the prisoner's leg and stomach to bleed, but this method will often cause the prisoner to bleed to death before the execution is over, if there is no way, it is better not to use it.

Fang Xiaoru's blood seemed to have stopped, which made Zhao Jia's heart feel a little easier, today's success in this job has been grasped by five points, the bucket is ready, and the sour vinegar placed next to his son seems to have been saved.

Zhao Xiaojia shouted:

"The third knife!"