After throwing the third piece, Zhao Jia immediately made the fourth knife, he felt that Fang Xiaoru's flesh was very blunt and not easy to cut, which showed that Fang Xiaoru's body was extremely unhealthy, and he didn't have much muscle at all - as a scholar and an emperor, this is normal, but this is not a good thing, because Zhao Jia has a hunch that he will be very tired in the future, and tiredness is secondary, and the most important thing is that he can't do handsome work.

They are like chefs in the kitchen, if there are no first-class materials, even if they have exquisite cooking skills, they can't hold a fine banquet, they are like carved carpenters, if there is no wood with moderate hardness and softness, even if they have the skills of the devil, they can't carve a structure that conveys the spirit.

The master said that when he was young, he had seen the grandmother of the Yuan Dynasty do a prostitute who was said to have harmed the life of the prostitute because of the money, and the master said that the woman was really fragrant and beautiful, and her delicate and docile appearance was loved by everyone, and no one would believe that she was actually a murderer, and the master said that the executioner's greatest mercy for the prisoner is to do a good job, and if you respect her or love her, you should make her a model of punishment.

The more she pities her, the more she should do her work meticulously, which is the same as the famous performance.

The master said that on the day of Ling Chi's beautiful prostitute, most of the capital of the Yuan Dynasty was empty, and the execution ground was only bigger than the Jinling East City Execution Ground, and there were more than ten spectators who were trampled to death and squeezed to death, and the master said that in the face of such a beautiful body, if you don't work hard wholeheartedly, it is a crime, and if you don't do a good job, the angry spectators will bite you to death.

The work of that day, the master did a good job, and the woman cooperated well, this is actually a big play, the executioner and the prisoner perform together, in the process of the performance, the prisoner's excessive wailing is naturally not good, but it is not good to be silent or gagged like Fang Xiaoru, it is best to be moderate, rhythmic wailing, which can not only stimulate the hypocritical sympathy of the spectators, but also satisfy their evil desires.

The master said that he had been sentenced for decades and killed more than a thousand people before he realized a truth, all people are two-faced beasts, one side is moral benevolence, the other side is bloodthirsty and indulgent, facing the body of a beautiful woman divided by a knife, whether it is a righteous gentleman or a lady, who comes to watch the execution, they are all excited by the evil taste.

Ling Chi Beauty is the most tragic and poignant performance in the world.

The master said that those who watched this performance were actually more fierce than those who held the knife, and he often spent the whole night recalling the process of the execution, just like a clever chess player, recalling a wonderful game of chess that brought him great fame.

Even if by the last knife, the beauty's body was gone, but her face was still undamaged, with that kind of singing and crying, which made the master's heart sour.

Then he cut off the last piece of her heart, and the master looked at her pale goose egg face with emotion, and heard a deep sigh from the depths of her chest:

"Unjustly... In vain..."

The flame of her life was extinguished, her eyes were dim, her skull, which had been shaking during the execution, hung limply, and the black hair on her head was like a black cloth that had just been lifted out of a dye vat, covering the skeleton of flesh and blood.

When Zhao Jia cut off the two hundred and twenty-seventh pieces of meat, Fang Xiaoru's chest muscles on both sides were just rotated, and the work was done here, but it was just a beginning, Zhao Xiaojia handed him a new knife, he gasped twice, adjusted his breathing, and saw that the ribs on Fang Xiaoru's chest were all visible, and the center of those ribs was covered with a membrane, and the huge heart was like a hare covered with gauze.

Then he smelled the pungent stench, Zhao Jia looked down and saw that the smell emanating from the basin was ten times worse than that of a pig in the water.

Zhao Xiaojia opened the basin, Zhao Jia's mood calmed down again, the work was not bad, the blood veins were closed, the chest muscles were cut off, and the original plan was just realized.

realized the plan he had set last night to study Fang Xiaoru's body like a craftsman.

Of course, the only fly in the ointment is that this filial piety is too rough.

Except that the eyes were almost out of their sockets, except that the cloth in the mouth had been stained with a lot of blood, except that the whole body had gone from spasms to weakness, this supposed performance was like a pantomime that lacked contagion.

Zhao Jia couldn't help but think that maybe in the eyes of the people in the audience, he was just a butcher surnamed Zhao, not a clever chess player like his master.

He looked up at Fang Xiaoru's face, and saw that his gray hair stood on end, his eyes were round, his black eyes were blue, his white eyes were red, his nostrils were exploding, his mouth was full of blood, and two extremely high cheeks had bulged out on his cheeks.

As if it had just appeared at this time, the crazy cheers and scolding of the people in the audience reached Zhao Jia's ears, making his hand holding the knife a little sore.

These scoldings, is the other party filial piety or to him?

According to the rules, after spinning the breast meat, if Ling Chi is a male prisoner, he should spin the things in the crotch, which requires three knives to be cut, and the size does not have to be the same as that of other parts of the meat.

The master said back then that according to his experience of serving several times, what the male prisoner was most afraid of was not skinning and cramping, but cutting off the baby, not because there would be special pain when this part was cut, but because of a kind of spiritual fear and shame of personality.

The vast majority of men would rather have their heads cut off than have their heads cut off.

Except, of course, for those eunuchs in the palace.

The master said that no matter how strong a man is, as long as he is cut off that thing, he is like a fierce horse with his mane cut off or a rooster with his feathers plucked.

Zhao Jia no longer looked at Fang Xiaoru's face, and looked down at the grunting thing, which was pitifully shrunk like a silkworm chrysalis.

He sighed, pulled the thing out with his left hand, and cut it off with a single knife with his right hand, which was as fast as lightning.

Zhao Xiaojia reported the number loudly:

"Fifty-first knife!"

Zhao Jia threw the thing to the ground casually, and a skinny dog with leprosy skin that came out of nowhere picked up and ran, and Fang Xiaoru, who had been gagged, finally desperately squeezed out the cloth ball in his mouth and let out a desperate howl.

Despite being mentally prepared for this, Zhao Jia was still taken aback, not to mention the people in the audience, who almost took a step back in unison.

This cry is not like a horse or a donkey, it is very penetrating, and his scream makes all the men in the audience receive a deep stimulation and a huge shock.

After a while, many people couldn't bear to look at it anymore and turned their heads, most of them men.

And many more people just bent over and vomited.

One after another, the sound of one person vomiting drove the others, and the entire execution ground was enveloped by this sound, and a sour gas rose.

Zhao Jia didn't look back, he looked at the legs on the log that were tightly wrapped in leggings and shaking wildly, as if Fang Xiaoru's strength had returned, Fang Xiaoru screamed repeatedly, his body twisted, the heart that could be clearly seen was beating very violently, Zhao Jia was even worried that the heart would break his ribs and fly out, if so, this Ling Chi punishment that had been planned all night would be a complete failure.

"Brute, brute!"

Fang Xiaoru's head shook sharply from front to back, left and right, hitting the log with a dull sound, blood stained his eyes red, like a ghost, his facial features were distorted beyond recognition, anyone who saw such a face would have nightmares.

Zhao Jia looked at his son, the child who had not yet fully grown up was already as pale as earth, Zhao Jia stiffened, bent down, and aimed at the ball.

Zhao Xiaojia shouted with a crying voice to report the number:

"The first... Fifty-two... Knife! ”

Zhao Jia threw the thing on the ground, and the way he saw it was so ugly that he experienced a physiological reaction he hadn't experienced in years: nausea.

"Damned... You damned. As if the earth shattered, Fang Xiaoru, who was already dying, suddenly shook up his spirit and scolded, "Yan Wei usurped the throne, you helped to abuse, and I will take your life after I die!" ”

Zhao Jia didn't look up, he didn't know what the expressions of the people behind him were, he just wanted to hurry up and finish this work.

The people who could continue to watch were already exclaiming in amazement, these voices seemed to make Zhao Jia regain some of his confidence as an executioner, these voices were a compliment to him and an affirmation of his craftsmanship.

He bent down again, picked out another ball, and spun it down, just as he was about to stand up, Fang Xiaoru opened his mouth and gnawed on his head, but fortunately through the hat, he was not bitten out of the wound.

The cheers of the people in the audience were even louder, and Zhao Jia on the stage felt a little shuddering, if he was bitten on the neck, he would be eaten by Fang Xiaoru little by little, and if he was bitten on the ear, the ear would be absolutely gone. He felt a sharp pain in his head, and in a hurry, he pushed his head up, and this time he hit Fang Xiaoru's chin, and he heard Fang Xiaoru's teeth and tongue bite together, making a crisp sound that made people's hearts palpitate.

Blood spurted out of Fang Xiaoru's mouth, his tongue must be rotten, but he still screamed and cursed, although his pronunciation was already vague, he could still hear that he was still scolding Zhu Di, Jin Yiwei and... Those Jianwen old ministers who watched Zhu Di succeed to the throne.

"Fifty-three... Knife! ”

Zhao Jia threw away the pills in his hand, the Venus in front of him was rising, he felt dizzy, a sour liquid in his stomach rushed to his throat, he gritted his teeth, and secretly reminded himself that he couldn't vomit no matter what, if he vomited today, the famous name of the criminal department and the executioner of Jinyi Wei for many years would be buried in his hands.

"Cut off his tongue!"

Zhao Jia heard Ji Gangsenhan's voice behind him, and couldn't help but turn his head, only seeing Ji Gang's bruised face, but the commander of the Jinyi Guard, who had just ascended to a high position, was still staring at this side, and did not turn his face sideways like the others.

He heard Ji Gang repeat again:

"Cut off his tongue!"

Zhao Jia wanted to say that it was not in line with Ling Chi's rules, but he saw Ji Gang's suppressed anger, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

What else is there to say now? Fang Xiaoru fell into the hands of His Majesty, fell into the hands of Jinyiwei, before ascending the throne, His Majesty said that he would not let Fang Xiaoru go, but one night Jinyiwei decided Ling Chi, and gave him, the old executioner, a final chance to take a curtain call, the rules of Your Majesty and Jinyiwei... It's the rules.

What does Fang Xiaoru's angry scolding and questioning have to do with him? He is just an executioner, and as long as His Majesty makes a judgment on the other party's filial piety, he is just a tool for execution.

No, he is also one of the protagonists of this big drama.

Fang Xiaoru's face was already swollen, and blood foam was pouring out of his mouth, and there was no way to go under the knife, even if Fang Xiaoru was a weak and old scholar, but to dig out the tongue of a prisoner who was close to madness, a little sloppiness was almost like pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth, but Zhao Jia did not hesitate to carry out this order, because now he can only firmly carry out this punishment.

He used the shortest time to recall the teachings of the master and the experience that the master had taught him, but he didn't think of anything to learn from, Fang Xiaoru still grunted and cursed, and Zhao Jia suddenly remembered a tongue-pulling punishment that he had done back then.

He put the knife in his mouth, lifted a bucket of water with both hands, and splashed it on Fang Xiaoru's face, Fang Xiaoru was dumbfounded, taking advantage of this opportunity, he reached out and pinched Fang Xiaoru's throat, pinching it to death, because he couldn't breathe, Fang Xiaoru's face turned the color of pig liver, the purple tongue stretched out, and the front end was rotten.

Zhao Jia's one hand continued to pinch Fang Xiaoru's throat, and the other hand took the knife from his mouth, and with a shake of the tip of the knife, he cut off Fang Xiaoru's tongue.

"The first... Fifty-four knives. ”