Song Tanxi hurriedly covered Song Yunting's face with wide cuffs.

In case anyone sees something different.

"Kill the demon and punish the evil!"

The earth-shattering shouts of the people continued.

In the distance, at the mouth of the alley, Qi Mingyue's jealous eyes were red.

She really didn't understand why Qingshu was so good!

This will allow her to escape!!

And that demon road, what the hell is going on?

She was unlucky enough to come to the menstrual period before going out today, and she was delayed in the house for a while, and when she got here, she only saw that Qingshu had already solved the demon path.

It also caused these people to cheer like crazy!

It just doesn't make sense!

Qi Mingyue's fingers grabbed the wall, almost ripping off the adobe on the wall.

At this time, the soreness in her lower abdomen made her more and more angry, and her whole person was a little shaky.

She subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab Wanqiu, but Wanqiu stood indifferently at a distance from her, quietly looking at the high torture platform in the distance.

Qi Mingyue was stunned.

Obviously, there was no emotion in those eyes, they were empty, but for some reason, she still had a bad premonition.

My heart was pounding.

At this time, on the side of the execution table, the ceremony of the trial officer continued.

Those who have made serious mistakes have already been cut directly.

Those who were a little lighter, or whose sins were not unto death, were also pulled aside.

In the end, only the prefect of Song was left.

The people in the audience couldn't help but be silent when they looked at the old man kneeling on the torture platform with a vicissitudes of life, so thin that only a handful of bones remained, and gray hair.

Before the drought, the Song prefect had always been the most admired person in the hearts of the people.

They all know that this is a good officer.

Therefore, during the tenure of the Song Governor's Office, Lingzhou, which was not a rich land, the people lived a good life, and even dared to go to court if they had grievances. Because they knew that the Song Governor could administer justice to them.

Having such a Qingtian master here is one thing that makes them feel at ease.

But after the drought, the Song prefect, who has always loved the people like a son and enforced the law impartially, repeatedly shattered all their illusions.

Even if he is still running around and working for them, a middle-aged man has boiled himself into an old man with gray hair.

He is more than ten years old.

It's not that the people don't miss him, but he hurt them so much that they can't survive, and the court can't see any relief food, and even going out to escape the famine will be intercepted.

The kind of days when there was no hope and no day had already worn out all their expectations of the Song Governor's Mansion.

unconsciously regarded him as the same as those big corrupt officials, thinking that he was just for his own interests, for fear of His Majesty's guilt, he would do this.

So when Song Tanxi wanted to run out to cry out for his father, they were so angry.

Angry, he longed for the Song family to go to hell.

But today, they have seen with their own eyes that all the officials who have done evil on the execution ground have been duly punished, and it is they who have personally tried these corrupt officials who have committed the most heinous crimes.

Only the prefect of Song remained.

They could not speak for a moment.

"When I slashed the demon dao, I already told you that the Song prefect was poisoned by this demon dao, so he made a wrong decision, but the mistake has been cast, and all his merits and demerits are left to you to judge!"

"Whether the Song Governor should die or not, whether he should be punished or not, it is up to you to decide!"