Song Shi stayed in the space for a while before starting the next world.

Before I could open my eyes, I heard a loud voice shouting: "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, execution!" ”

The sun burned people's skin, and the sweat of beans rolled down to their eyes, salty and hot.

Dizziness.

General weakness.

Blurred vision.

But no matter how clearly he saw it, Song Shi still saw the butcher's knife raised high above his head as if it was condensing the light of the past.

The blade is shiny and cold.

The burly executioner next to him, with a flushed face and a beard, looked at him expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a dead man... Ah, I'm really going to be a dead man soon.

The sun rises overhead.

The executioner was firmly planted on the ground, his hands clenching the hilt of the knife, and suddenly his face sank, his jaw tensed, and the green tendons on his arms protruded.

The knife fell quickly.

The entrance to the market was so silent that there was no dog barking.

In just a moment, it will be three feet of blood.

At that moment, the blade collided with the iron chain and emitted dazzling sparks, and the sharp sound made everyone subconsciously turn their heads, and when they turned around again, they just happened to see the scene of the reckless man flattening the sand and falling geese.

Only...

The flying dust and twisted muscles hurt to watch.

The chains were cut off, and the hands were freed.

He picked up the butcher knife and slashed it between his feet, and he didn't know whether it was the knife or the chain, but the shackles that bound him to walk broke in one fell swoop.

Regain your freedom.

Of course, the soles of your feet should be oiled quickly.

The butcher's knife in his hand slashed indiscriminately, bringing out bright red blood from time to time, and the onlookers screamed and fled frantically.

The officer sitting on the high platform shouted "Catch him!" Get him! Life or death! ”

The officials rushed with their swords.

Song Shi kicked one by one, grabbed a knife and threw it at the official whose face was so anxious that he was deformed.

The knife was like a bamboo.

"Someone! Come! ”

The official sat down in fright.

The official left the condemned prisoner and ran over.

Song Shi took the opportunity to rush into the crowd and disappeared into a certain alley in a blink of an eye.

"Run! The prisoner ran away! Pursue! You shit! Waste..."

The roar of anger can still be heard from afar.

Song Shi didn't stay in the city, he casually pulled the clothes hanging on bamboo poles in a certain yard and wrapped them around his body, grabbed the hair that was messed up into a chicken coop a few times, tied it randomly, and then hurriedly ran out of the city.

The condemned prisoner escaped from the battle, and there was a big disturbance at the entrance of the vegetable market, and many people were injured, and the yamen would definitely try every means to arrest him.

Staying in the city is like staying in a cage, and one day you will be found.

Fortunately, his exit from the city went smoothly.

It's not abrupt at all to be mixed in with a group of old farmers who sell vegetables.

He followed for a while, and when he passed a wooded field, he slipped in.

The original scum Qu Zhe, yes, it's not called Song Shi, it's very strange, this person's pot should also be counted on him.

Qu Zhe's life is just like his name, with twists and turns.

When he was young, his parents died one after another, and he finally stumbled to grow up, and saw the age of marriage, but one day the official came to the door and arrested him, saying that he was a murderer.

It's very... Qu Zhe was very confused.

Homicide? Kill whom? Who did he kill?!!

He's wronged!

But there was no alibi.

There were even people who came out to testify that they had seen him near the scene of the murder.

He really didn't go.

But the county order seems to have determined that it has something to do with him.

Seeing that he would not admit it, he rewarded him with twenty boards, and beat him until his skin and flesh were half covered with blood.

His uncle and aunt also pretended to persuade him to confess his sins and be a good person.

Qu Zhe: "..."

After a few fights, Qu Zhe understood a truth, people are inherently dead, or beaten to death, or died of pain and illness.

Maybe a guilty plea is just a prison sentence.

Qu Zhe was just a fifteen-year-old boy, he didn't want to die, so he confessed, and he admitted that he killed the dead who only existed in these people's mouths.

But, no maybe.

It's good to confess your sins.

This is not justified and he will be dealt a decapitation card.

This is drawn, just like a nail is ordered on an iron plate, and if it is not changed, it is useless to shout wronged.

Micheng is remote and not big, and there is only one final word, and there has never been such a thing as overturning the case.

Qu Zhe's fate was decided.

If it weren't for Song Shi, he would have been separated from his head and thrown away on the mass grave by wild dogs.

With this layer of memory, it is easy to do.

The sun is setting in the west.

It's even darker in the woods.

Stepping on the last light, Song Shi walked in the direction of the original slag village.

It's dark tonight.

The moon popped up, sank into the clouds, and never came out again, and the wind whined, and the clouds rolled up, and piled up so high and thick that they seemed to collapse at any moment.

Qu Fu wrapped his clothes and scolded the ghost weather, but he drank a lot of wine, and at this time he was drunk and couldn't go fast at all.

Growing up in the village, he couldn't wrestle with his eyes closed, and Qu Fu wasn't worried at all.

The night was dark, and a man appeared in front of him.

He blinked his eyes twice as hard as the man swayed left and right to show off the afterimage, making him dizzy.

"Who, running out in the middle of the night without sleep," Qu Fu muttered and complained.

Staggered closer.

The man stood in the middle of the road, expressionless, holding a stick crookedly, the corners of his mouth raised as if he had seen something happy.

"Hey, you... You get out of the way..."

Qu Fu didn't hold steady, his shoulder slammed to the side, and he was still saying cruel words in his mouth, "Labor and management tell you, labor and management are my special mother..."

"Loose... Let go..."

Song Shi's hand that grabbed his hair pulled hard, Qu Fu's scalp tingled, and he fell to the ground with this force.

He had already drunk alcohol, and he had no strength in his body.

Lie down, it's very comfortable to lie down.

Although his heart was full of anger and anger, but, "Why don't you... Don't get complacent, there's... If you have the ability, don't run, wait for the labor and management to wake up..."

Song Shi smiled.

"Don't wait, what are you waiting for, I've been waiting for you for a long time." He grinned, raised the stick in his hand and slammed it hard.

A scream rang out.

Qu Fujiu woke up most of the time.

He hunched over and bent to the ground, sweating in pain, before he could see who the person in front of him was.

"Qu... Qu Zhe? Are you Qu Zhe? His eyes widened, "Why are you here!" You—You're not..."

Could it be that this guy is dead and has become a ghost!

Qu Fu trembled with fright, and begged for mercy again and again, "It's not that I'm not me, it's the adults who want to kill you, you want to take revenge and go to him, what are you looking for me for, it's none of my business!" ”

Song Shi rewarded him with another stick, "It's really none of your business?" Let's talk about it after you figure it out. ”

Qu Fu can't hide.

The sticks are solid.

He felt like he was about to be smashed into a dumpling filling, "I... I really... I don't know..."

Song Shi smiled, "Why don't you think about it again?" He shook his head, "It's just that I'm afraid you don't have that much time to figure it out." ”

Qu Fu was horrified.

What doesn't have so much time?

I'm going to be killed, so time is running out?

"I, it's all my father's idea, you have to go and find it, find my father!"

"Oh... It turned out to be the uncle's meaning, of course I had to go to the uncle, but before that..."