Fang Xiaoru's face had turned into the color of golden paper, blood spurted out of his mouth, blood and water on his body were mixed together, there was no tongue, the continuous screaming and scolding finally stopped, although he was still making a sound, no one could understand what he was saying.

Zhao Jia threw away his tongue, he only felt that his hands were burning and unbearable, he felt that his hands would turn into flames and burn to ashes at any time, and he felt that he really couldn't hold on, but his high degree of professionalism did not allow him to give up halfway, although because of Ji Gang's order to disrupt the procedure, he could execute Fang Xiaoru as soon as possible, but his responsibility and morality did not allow him to do so.

He put his hands in the bucket and soaked for a while, slightly reducing the scorching heat, he understood that the speed of the execution must be accelerated, the cut pieces of meat must be reduced, and the dense blood vessels must be avoided, because Fang Xiaoru is almost unable to hold on, the most difficult beginning of this thousand knives has passed, but the next is still a long time, and the original execution plan must go through some adjustments...

If Fang Xiaoru is allowed to die like this, then the executioner of the Criminal Department and Jinyiwei will really become a ninth-rate butcher.

With a movement that the people could not perceive, he poked the tip of his knife in his thigh, letting the sharp pain drive away the numbness and weariness, and at the same time distracting himself from the burning sensation in his hand.

He no longer cared about the people behind him, the knife was like the wind, Zhao Xiaojia's report was like hail falling from the sky, one knife after another, those pieces of meat cut from Fang Xiaoru's body flew around like insects fluttering in the grass in summer.

He used 600 knives to cut off Fang Xiaoru's two thighs, 200 knives to cut off Fang Xiaoru's arms, and 225 knives to Fang Xiaoru's abdomen, slightly more left and right buttocks, and 500 knives to finish.

Foam was pouring out of his mouth, and his internal organs were swelling outward, especially his stomach, like a nest of poisonous snakes in a thin bag.

Zhao Jia straightened his waist and breathed a sigh of relief, he was already sweating, the thighs were sticky, I don't know if it was blood or sweat, for the prestige of the executioner of the criminal department, for his life, he paid the price of blood.

There were only the last seven knives left, Zhao Jia felt that the victory was in his hands, he reached out and grabbed Fang Xiaoru's left ear, and cut it with a knife, only to feel that it was as cold as a piece of ice.

With the next knife, he unscrewed off Fang Xiaoru's right ear.

When he threw that ear on the ground, the thin dog that couldn't hold up the road staggered over, sniffed with a pointed nose, and then turned around and walked away with some disinterest, Fang Xiaoru's ears were lying on the ground so lonely, like two gray shells.

Zhao Jia suddenly thought that when the master said that when he was a peerless famous prostitute in Lingchi, he cut off her exquisite left ear, and he really couldn't put it down, and there was a gold earring hanging on the earlobe, and the ring was inlaid with a dazzling pearl.

The master said that the law would not allow him to hide this beautiful ear in his pocket, so the master had to throw her to the ground with infinite regret, and a group of intoxicated spectators broke through the dense defense line of the prison squad like a raging tide, and pounced, and the crazy crowd scared away the fierce birds and beasts that eat human flesh.

They wanted to snatch that ear, perhaps for the gold earrings hanging on the ear, but the master saw that the situation was not good, and quickly unscrewed off the other ear of the prostitute, and threw it into the distance with all his might, and the crazy crowd immediately diverted.

At this moment, Fang Xiaoru's appearance was already terrifying, Zhao Jia still had five knives left, according to the rules, there were two options at this time, one was to gouge out the prisoner's eyes, and the other was to gouge out the prisoner's lips.

But Fang Xiaoru's lips were already in tatters, and Zhao Jia really didn't want to go under the knife there anymore, so he swept up and decided to gouge out his eyes first.

Be a ghost who keeps to himself, out of sight and out of mind, the province is still tossing in the underworld.

Zhao Jia aimed the sharp knife at Fang Xiaoru's eye socket, and Fang Xiaoru, who had been keeping his eyes open, suddenly closed his eyes, which was really a bit unexpected by him, because Fang Xiaoru was now dying, and he could still feel... Afraid?

As an executioner, he will not mix personal likes and dislikes when executing, whether Fang Xiaoru has caused trouble to the dynasty, whether he has bewitched the Son of Heaven, it doesn't matter to him, His Majesty has spoken, the judicial yamen has set the punishment, and the next thing is his work, he just works, regardless of anything else.

So he doesn't sympathize with Fang Xiaoru.

Of course, it was also a pleasant thing for him not to be able to look at the eyes of the condemned prisoner, he seized this great opportunity, and let the tip of the knife turn along Fang Xiaoru's eye socket, and then the tip of the knife was raised, and a bloodshot eye jumped out.

The 1581st Knife... Zhao Xiaojia reported the number weakly.

However, when he raised the knife and was about to gouge out Fang Xiaoru's right eye, his right eye suddenly opened, and at the same time, he let out a final scream, which made Zhao Jia's spine chill, and among the people in the audience, dozens of people actually fell like a heavy wall.

Zhao Jia stiffened his head and got off the knife, and when the blade of the knife rotated along Fang Xiaoru's eye sockets, it made an extremely subtle "hissing" sound, this sound could not be heard by anyone except Zhao Jia, the prisoner Ji Gang could not hear it, Zhao Xiaojia who was standing on the side could not hear it, and the Jinyi Fanzi who was guarding near the execution platform could not hear it, and those people who were full of panic, or looked or turned around, like wooden people, could not hear it, all they could hear was the howl like flames and poison from Fang Xiaoru's broken mouth, Such a howl can destroy the nerves of ordinary people, but Zhao Jia is used to it.

What really made Zhao Jia feel thrilling and trembling was the "hissing" sound when the knife touched the flesh, for a while he only felt that he couldn't see or hear, those sounds penetrated his body, wrapped around his organs, took root in his bone marrow, and became the absolute sound of his life's execution.

I am afraid that it will be difficult to uproot it in this life and this life.

The 1582nd Knife... He thought.

His son had already fainted and fell to the ground, and dozens of others fell to the ground.

Fang Xiaoru's two eyes fell to the ground, covered with dust, but there were still two blue and white, cold death lights shooting out, as if staring at something.

What was Zhao Jia staring at? Is it staring at His Majesty, who is now succeeding to the throne, or at the Jinyi Guard, who is in charge of punishment, or is he the executioner? As the person who personally sent Fang Xiaoru on the road, he should often think of him for the rest of his life, but how long can the busy Majesty, the people of Jinling, and the Jinyi guards who are in prison remember him?

No, it should be said in another way, except for Zhao Jia, who regarded this execution as the curtain call of his execution career, who else would care about Fang Xiaoru, who was on the execution table and was Ling Chi?

Look at the people, their eyes are so frightened, so trance-like, they are not sympathetic to Fang Xiaoru, but they just think that one day they are on this execution platform, they are not afraid of Zhao Jia, but afraid of the law and discipline of the Ming Dynasty, afraid of His Majesty who set the punishment, this is the meaning of public execution.

As for those who show excitement on their faces and can't take their eyes off it, they are the ones who dare to suppress the soft side of their hearts and prevent them from seeing the light of day.

The 1583rd knife spun off Fang Xiaoru's nose, and at this point, Fang Xiaoru's mouth could only flow blood foam, and he couldn't make a sound anymore, and the neck he had been desperately trying to dodge the knife was also hanging softly on his chest.

On the 1,854th knife, Zhao Jia spun off Fang Xiaoru's lips, leaving only Senbai's teeth exposed, looking like a huge hole.

In the end, Zhao Jia stabbed Fang Xiaoru in the heart, and a stream of black dark blood, like boiled syrup, flowed out along the knife edge. The smell of blood was extremely strong, and once again made Zhao Jia feel disgusting, he used the tip of his knife to rip off a little bit of Fang Xiaoru's heart, and quietly watched Fang Xiaoru stop breathing.

After so many years of imprisonment, this moment has finally come to an end.

In the future, even if someone invites him again, it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to go out of the mountain again, look at his hands that are still burning, like holding the coals, it has no way to pick up the torture instrument again, and then continue to do what should be done for the law and discipline of the Ming Dynasty.

After so many years, how many people have died at their own hands? The beheading, the waist chopping, the car splitting, and Ling Chi, by today, they are all finally together.

Fang Xiaoru is not a good target for execution, compared to the prostitute that the master had been late in the past, it is completely incomparable, the master's day is like a wonderful chess game, and his own today is like an emotionless massacre.

It's the most important day in my life, and it seems that I don't have the luck of my master.

But fortunately, at the end of his sentence, he still caught up with a Ling Chi, thinking about it this way, maybe I have to thank Jinyiwei and thank you... Fang Xiaoru.

Go all the way, if you can still be a noble person in the next life, don't get involved in those things anymore, Zhao Jia thought lightly.

He hung his head, looked at his toes, and said:

"The 1855th knife, Ling Chi is finished, please judge the sentence."