The busiest street in Daqing.

A five-meter-high stone platform rises from the ground and stands in the middle of the city.

The eyes of countless people converged.

There is excitement, doubt, horror, and admiration.

Apparently.

Except for a few idiots who really have a hole in their brains, most of the ghost civilians know what Shen Jian wants to do.

That's why they admire it so much.

The justice lost by the court is now to be recovered by the officials of the court.

With such thoughts, everyone watched quietly.

Looking at the high platform, the arrogant figure who single-handedly supported the fair executor of the law of Qingguo.

It is also the only executor.

Even if the other party knew that this was against the court and would be retaliated against in the future, he still chose to use this method to seek justice for the people of Qingguo.

Pacifying the envoy is the last conscience of Qingguo.

The other side.

Seeing that the high platform was built, the flow of people gathered, and finally formed a mighty crowd, Shen Jian knew that the time was ripe.

He looked at Prince Li, who was kneeling on the ground, and smiled sincerely: "How?" Now you know why I didn't kill you before? ”

Prince Li's face turned pale, and the pain of his legs being mutilated was not as good as his fear at the moment, he panicked and said: "You can't kill me, I am the prince, my brother is the emperor of Qingguo, if you kill me, Daqing will no longer have a foothold for you, you will be hunted down until the last drop of blood is drained, and you will be in pain for the rest of your life." ”

Perhaps because he was executed in public and watched by countless pairs of eyes, the noble prince still maintained the last trace of calm: "Don't make mistakes again and again, I'm not dead yet, everything can be recovered, if you don't feel happy, you can put me in a prison in Beijing and not go out for the rest of my life." ”

Prince Li panicked.

He never imagined that he would one day miss the environment of Jingjiao.

He didn't want to die yet.

I don't want to be hacked to death by this sword.

Normally, even if the ghost is beheaded, it can rely on the characteristics of the supernatural immortal to put the head back on.

The execution, on the other hand, is the use of special ghost weapons to prolong the recovery time of the ghost and achieve the result of death.

But this death is not inevitable.

If there is an existence above the ghost god level to help, then it will soon be able to revive its consciousness and regain its life.

This is how the Praetorian Guard worked.

However.

The sword in the hand of this dog thing is very evil.

He couldn't even feel his mutilated legs, which completely disintegrated his body.

Even if he gets his legs back together and puts them back together, in a sense, it's no longer his legs.

Damaged supernatural spirits will not be restored by the recovery of the remnants.

For the ghosts, this is more terrifying than a crash.

If his head is cut off by this sword, he is truly dead.

on this.

Shen Jian was indifferent.

put the sword on Prince Li's neck, and said coldly: "Say, in front of the people, tell who the real traitor is?" ”

Prince Li was frightened.

The sword was only 0.01 centimeters away from him, but Heaven didn't give him another chance.

He had a gut feeling that if he answered slowly, the sword would stab him in the neck.

Come to think of this.

Prince Li tensed.

Even his voice was distorted: "It's me, it's me Prince Li, I betrayed the intelligence of Qingguo, causing a city to be slaughtered." ”

"Then why were you acquitted?" Shen Jian said lightly.

Hear this.

There was a bit of struggle in Prince Li's eyes.

Shen Jian is not used to it.

The Seven Star Demon Sword pressed down.

The sword went into his neck, and the ghost's blood flowed down.

This moment.

Prince Li completely collapsed.

The fear of death overcame all, and he shouted: "Because Your Majesty, Your Majesty has saved me, as long as Your Majesty does not change his mind, I will not be guilty, and the court will naturally not be able to judge me." ”

As soon as this remark came out.

It's like stirring up a thousand waves.

The ghosts were excited, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Everyone knows that the current court is ruled by the crown prince, and in their opinion, the prince and those ministers made their own decisions and sentenced Prince Li not guilty without authorization.

But now, Prince Li told them that His Majesty knew about this matter and was willing to protect this brother to the death.

This time.

made many ghost people who had some hope for Qingguo show disappointment.

The prince betrayed the country, and the emperor protected him.

The owner, who was supposed to resolutely maintain the interests of Qingguo, resold his own things.

This Qingguo is hopeless.

At this moment, the group of ghosts only felt as if something had collapsed in their hearts.

Shen Jian sighed.

This situation like Qingguo is rare in the world.

No matter which dynasty it is placed in, it is the existence of no one before and no one after it.

He was even a little skeptical, did this Emperor Qing want to rebel himself?

Pondering.

A cold voice rang out.

"On the orders of the crown prince, I came to kill the rebellious envoys."

The words fell.

On the roofs of houses on both sides of the street, figures emerged one after another.

His body was filled with all kinds of dead human shapes.

The leader was a dead man who had just crawled out of the grave, and the grave soil was constantly falling from his body, and his body was filled with a rotten and festering aura.

The supernatural coercion emitted by it made everyone look sideways.

Ghosts.

It was a ghost.

Seeing this, Prince Li's face was overjoyed: "Commander of the Praetorian Guard, save this king quickly and kill this fang." ”

As he spoke, there was a bit of hope in his eyes.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard, a ghost-level ghost, and among the ghosts and gods, he is also a standout.

Because of the high level of terror, he was appointed commander of the Praetorian Guard and was responsible for the security of the palace.

Drinking the blood of ghosts and gods, he was not Shen Jian's opponent, he admitted it.

After all, he is not a real ghost god, and there is still a difference between the ghost god who relies on external forces to achieve it and the real ghost god, but the commander of the Praetorian Guard is not only a ghost god, but also a leader among them.

He didn't believe that Shen Jian could still act in front of the other party.

"Don't worry, sir, wait for me to take this fang......"

The Janissary Commander smiled sadly.

But the next second.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

His face became even stiffer.

When I saw Shen Jian waving his hand, a bright golden light bloomed behind him.

The golden light dissipated.

The light clusters like miniature suns are like stars holding the moon, guarding Shen Jian in the center, setting off him like a god of the sun.

The light on his body was so strong that it seemed to pierce the eyes of a blind man.

Completely unable to look directly.

"You say...... Who are you going to take? ”

Shen Jian looked at the commander of the Praetorian Guard, and as far as his eyes could see, the bright light clusters were also aimed at the other party, and if he didn't agree with him, he would release the golden beam and beat it into a hornet's nest.

This moment.

The Janissary commander was dumbfounded.

His eyes widened.

What the fuck are you doing?

I haven't moved yet, so you're going to open it on the spot?

Ah no.

Open on the spot?

Ciao, you can play it.

If you're like that, you'll look like I'm stupid for what I just said.

At this moment.

The Janissary Commander looked constipated.

The horror in his eyes could barely be concealed.

He swallowed, his gaze growing in fear as he stared at the bright clusters of light.

Because he could clearly perceive that the spirits brewing in these light clusters had reached a terrifying level, and each miniature light cluster was comparable to all the yin qi of a ghost god, and if they attacked him together, he would be scolded.

The kind that died thoroughly.

He thought about it.

The position of the commander of the Praetorian Guard is to protect the palace, and when he leaves the palace, everything is not under his control, so strictly speaking, everything that happens here has nothing to do with him.

Soon.

The Janissary commander convinced himself.

showed a helpless expression to Prince Li.

"I'm sorry to disturb me, I forgot that I still have soup at home, and it's still an old hen, but it can't be stewed for too long."

Let's talk about it.

The Janissary commander turned and left.

The other Praetorian Guards looked at the departing boss, a little dazed.

Yes?

Boss, you are a dead man who sleeps in the grave, and you still make old hen soup?

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"The boss is busy making soup, I'll go and see."

"Hey, I'll go too, I just happen to have some experience in this matter."

"You're all gone, then what am I staying for, it's stewed old hen soup, who can miss this."

"Coward, flee, as a member of the Praetorian Guard, I am ashamed of you, and I will- condemn you for this behavior."

The last member of the Praetorian Guard looked at his fleeing teammates with disdain and chased after them, strongly condemning their immorality.

“……”

The people in the audience watched all this in amazement.

I only feel that the three views are broken.

Meantime.

They were a little curious in their hearts: Is this stewed old hen soup true or not?

The other side.

Prince Li looked at the departing Praetorian Guard commander with a desperate expression.

I almost vomited blood.

God makes soup.

You are a ghost and a god, or the commander of the Praetorian Guard of the Imperial Palace, what is your duty? What about your festival? What about your loyalty?

Have you been so undisciplined all the time, or is it only today?

"The people in the way are gone, it's up to you next."

Watching the Praetorian Guard commander go away, Shen Jian's eyes flickered, and after thinking about it, he still resisted the urge to rush up and capture him.

After all.

His current personality is a good official for the country and the people, and it is really difficult to arrest the commander of the Praetorian Guard.

Thereupon.

Shen Jian returned his attention to Prince Li again.

The voice is like Hong Zhongdao: "Prince Li of the Daqing royal family, suspected of framing good ministers, aiding and abetting, betraying the intelligence of Qingguo, causing a city to be slaughtered, hundreds of thousands of people killed, blood debts, unforgivable, according to the law of Daqing......"

The words have not fallen.

The audience suddenly erupted in an earth-shattering roar:

"Be punished!"

"Be punished!"

"Be punished!"

A deafening roar echoed through the streets.

This moment.

The people's hearts have never been more cohesive.

This is the public opinion of the people of Daqing who have suppressed it for several days and have nowhere to release it, and they are extremely aggrieved.

Shen Jianfu to the soul.

The quaint Seven Star Demon Sword was raised, and the sound of ghosts and gods rippled.

If the king of Hades comes, ask for his life.

"His sin - deserve to be punished!"

The words fell.

Laugh at!

Prince Li's head was cut off.

Heads roll down.

reflects Prince Li's terrified face.

That moment.

The world in Prince Li's eyes turned upside down, he saw the scarlet sky, saw his corpse, and saw Shen Jian standing indifferently.

There was only one thought left in his mind: how dare he kill me!

The skull rolled down the stone platform.

Prince Li was still trying to return to his body, but the wound cut by the Seven Star Swinging Demon Sword could not be healed even by the Mantuo Ghost God, let alone a top-notch Ghost King.

Gradually, his consciousness completely dissipated.

A member of the dignified Daqing royal family, a prince with a distinguished status, died on the torture platform in front of everyone alone, under Shen Jian's sword.

He deserved his death.

It's also this day.

It is recorded in the history books of Daqing: Daqing from the Sipin town to pacify the envoy, in the imperial capital angrily killed Prince Li, and the cry resounded throughout the country.

The whole country is boiling.

(End of chapter)