Sure enough, there is a heritage!

Zhang Biao's heart was pounding.

During his trip to the Snake Mountain Witch Temple, he saw the weird horror of the spirit world, without relevant knowledge and techniques, no matter how good his kung fu was, he had no power to resist.

With this face, you can actually walk through the spiritual world?!

It's a pity that you need to cultivate during the Qi refining period.

Just holding this thing in your hand, it feels like a pinprick, and if you wear it without cultivation, you will probably be unlucky.

Also, the message prompts "Jiang Liang is dying, and the noodles are longing for the soul to be watered...".

I haven't heard of "Jiangliang", but it is estimated that it is the name of the tiger-headed monster enshrined in the witch temple.

"Death," he knew.

When the "磔" was an ancient sacrifice, the killing of animals to sacrifice to the gods was to dismember the livestock. Now it has evolved into the most horrific form of torture.

"Daliang Laws and Laws" records: The punishment of breaking the stone, commonly known as chopping the crime, is what people call a thousand cuts.

The punishment was easily not used, he had seen it once, and he felt uncomfortable and left halfway.

It is rumored that the people who were tortured would turn into ghosts, and after the execution, they would have to drive the iron nails of the town into their heads.

Therefore, "death" also represents a powerful ghost.

"Jiang Liang eats and dies, and the noodles long for the soul..."

Could it be that this thing can devour ghosts?

It has been damaged, and it can still be ranked as the third level of yellow products, which shows that the inheritance contained in it is much more powerful than his own "Three Yang Sutra"!

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao became more and more cautious, and originally wanted to put it back in the dark grid of the beam, but after thinking about it, he still wrapped it in a leather bag and buried it under the backyard wall with the "Sanyang Sutra".

Now that there is an inheritance, the next step is to cultivate the sense of qi as soon as possible and enter the qi refining period.

Of course, you have to get rid of Grandma Wu's ghost first.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao turned around and returned to the wing, picked up two leather arms wrapped around chains, and buckled them carefully.

This is his family heirloom.

This thing is forged by meteoric iron, tenacious and extraordinary, I heard that it was built when the ancestors were still generous, and it is also a treasure in the rivers and lakes, and it is famous.

But he has seen it with the eyes of spiritual vision, and it is still a mortal treasure, not at the level.

After his father's death, it was passed on to him.

Putting on the uniform and equipped with a horizontal knife, Zhang Biao removed the oil-paper umbrella on the wall, and said in a deep voice to the surroundings: "Grandma Wu, if you want to see the heads of the three Xiao people fall to the ground, you have to follow!" ”

With that, he pushed the door open.

Boom!

There was a sudden knock on the door outside the courtyard, accompanied by Wang Xin's lazy voice.

"Brother Biao, open the door!"

Zhang Biao hurriedly stepped forward to open the courtyard door, and when he saw that it was his subordinates Tie Shouming and Wang Xin, he immediately frowned and said, "Why are you here?" ”

Tie Shouming arched his hand and said: "Head, Beijing has not been peaceful recently, and there is a shortage of manpower, so I want you to go back to the yamen in advance to receive the order." ”

Zhang Biao thought for a moment and nodded: "It's really not peaceful recently, okay, when I go to Xishi to see the beheading, I just have a trip back to Yamen." ”

With that, he strode into the rain with an umbrella.

Tie Shouming and Wang Xin glanced at each other, both of them looking embarrassed, but they still followed...

………………

The rules of the West Market are open at the right time.

When Zhang Biao and the three arrived, the door of the fang had been opened, even at the end of the cold dew, the autumn rain was cold, and the West Market was still full of people, cars and horses.

Zhang Biao suddenly stiffened and stopped.

He could feel a sudden chill behind his spine, a chill lingering around his body, and the water in the ground had the potential to condense into frost.

Oops, why did you suddenly do something at this time.

Zhang Biao was a little helpless, and immediately walked quickly with an umbrella, so as not to let people find out what was wrong.

When passing by the ghost head willow, he deliberately made a big circle, avoided it from a distance, and walked into the nearby Jinyu Building.

"Little Er, upstairs in the private room, get some tea, dried fruits and snacks."

"Haole, please come inside."

After going upstairs, Zhang Biao found a private room near the window, and was relieved to see the hustle and bustle outside the window.

He didn't use his spiritual eyes to look at the ruins of the Witch Temple, but he guessed in his heart that it was also connected to the spirit world like the ghost head willow.

The people of the Yichonghui had no abnormality before, and it was probably the ghost of Grandma Wu who followed him into the cave, causing everyone to fall into the spirit world.

It's just a guess,

But he didn't dare to bet.

If the ghost head willow also makes the spiritual realm descend, none of the people around him can escape.

That's right, there are quite a few people gathered below.

In Yujing City, many people like to watch the killing of heads, and even with a kind of morbid obsession, it is not wrong to be windy and rainy, and they rush to squeeze into the front row.

Look at the killing head, and even have a delicate and doorway.

The officials who committed the crime are the most hateful, no matter what reason they were convicted, anyway, they spat twice, scolded the dog officials and deserved it, watching these usually high-ranking old men crying and calling their mothers, and their hearts and eyes were full of comfort......

There is a difference between rivers and lakes and green forests.

Whether you are murdering and robbing, or raping and plundering, as long as you stick your neck and shout "I will be a hero again in 20 years", you will win applause...

But if you pee your pants in fright, it will cause laughter and disdain...

In short, after watching the killing, there was talk in the next few days, and all kinds of absurd and uninhibited stories were circulated.

Today, the death row prisoner was beheaded, and the Criminal Department posted a notice early, so many people came to occupy the position in advance.

The surrounding vendors selling breakfast are also busy, and the entire West Market is like a temple fair.

"Brother Biao, why are you running so fast!"

At this time, Wang Xin and the others also entered the private room, and as soon as they sat down, they complained non-stop.

Zhang Biao was still thinking about the matter, absent-mindedly, and asked casually: "Something has happened in the past few days and nights?" ”

Tie Shouming said in a deep voice: "I only caught a few thieves with empty doors, and the gang in the city may have gotten the news, and they are all very honest." ”

Wang Xin said with a smile: "Brother Biao, don't worry, although Huo Feng is an official fan, he has two brushes, and he is on the line with Jin Wuwei, I will wait for the night patrol to find something strange, and Jin Wuwei will be able to arrive in a moment." ”

Tie Shouming also gossiped: "I heard that Liang Dingshan, the deputy general of Jin Wuwei in charge of the right battalion, is from the same class as Huo Feng, and they both learned the plum blossom Liuhe gun. ”

"Liang Dingshan?"

Wang Xin's eyes lit up, "I heard that he has a daughter named Liang Qiuyue, known as Qiuyue Wushuang, a jade-faced overlord, not only has high kung fu, but also is beautiful......

Tie Shouming took a sip of tea and said coldly: "Do you think people can take a fancy to you?" ”

Wang Xin suddenly lamented: "Brother Tie, be kind..."

The two played treasure and joked, but Zhang Biao's attention was all attracted by the ghost head willow.

The autumn rain is dripping, and the willow branches are green.

Under the towering willow trees, the wooden torture platform that had been built for many years was somewhat decayed, and the old blood stains were also black and mottled.

The executioners of the criminal department are already busy, sharpening knives, setting wooden basins, burning incense... Continuing the process passed down from generation to generation.

There are good and bad executioners.

The good thing is that in addition to the imperial court, you can also receive red envelopes from family members to give death row prisoners a good time.

The bad thing is that they kill people all day long, no matter how good their temperament is, they are all ferocious, and no serious girl dares to marry.

Even so, there are many people who want to do it.

Those who were busy with the work were apprentices, and the executioners in charge of the execution sat on the chairs.

It is tall, fat and strong, with a red scarf on its head, a face full of meat, squinting its eyes, and drinking a large bowl of tea.

This person's name is Ma Tang, a generational executioner, the third in the family, and the two brothers died young.

It seems to be reckless, but in fact it is slippery.

Everything is the same as usual.

But a trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Biao's eyes.

He cultivated the Three Yang Sutra, and although he had not yet refined the Qi Sense, his feelings were extremely sensitive.

This ghostly willow seems to be more eerie...

Could it be that it can still evolve?

If that happens, sooner or later it will lead to disaster.

But it's useless to burn.

Although Zhang Biao didn't know the relevant knowledge yet, he already had a guess in his heart that once this thing was connected with the spirit world, it would be difficult to cut off.

It's like the witch temple, which has been in ruins for at least a thousand years, and can still drag people into the spirit world.

I don't know how the ancient cultivators responded...

"It's coming, it's coming!"

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd below.

I saw that outside the gate of the West Market, the officials of the Criminal Department appeared in a line, carrying water and fire sticks to scold the crowd and open a passage.

The warden rode his horse, and behind him the donkey cart pulled the cages, which were full of death row prisoners with disheveled heads, shackles, and scars.

The crowd boiled.

Rotten leaves, rotten eggs, and rubble rained down on these death row inmates.

There was also the naughty child, who pulled stinky on the street, grabbed it and threw it over, causing the surrounding people to laugh.

When the supervisor saw this, he didn't pay any attention.

A hundred years ago, there was a clear stream that said that the execution was carried out in public, and the people were all excited, and tyranny and poison breeded, and in the long run, the heart of benevolence and righteousness was no longer there.

However, there was a great Confucian who was known for his benevolence and righteousness in court, saying that the people feared the law in order to be safe, and they worked hard all day long.

Since then, no one has mentioned it.

Death row inmates also behave differently.

Some are half-dead, with only one breath left...

Some of their faces were smashed with stones and blood flowed, but they were silent, just looking at the sky, and their faces were only numb...

There was also a one-eyed man, who roared angrily at the surroundings: "Death is death, at most a bowl of big scars!" ”

The words were heroic, but his voice trembled, and the smell of urine dripping under his crotch attracted the ridicule of the people.

"Yo, which hero is this...... Why are you scared to pee? ”

"What a bullshit thief, but that's it!"

In the midst of all the noise, the midday clock struck.

The supervisor stood on the wooden platform, holding the document and reading aloud: "This year, there are many new crimes, and the criminal department is out of order...... Otherwise, it is forgivable, so that the ministers and the people will not forget! ”

After that, he said: "Verify the right body!" ”

When even a small official stepped forward, grabbed the death row prisoner's hair, pulled it back, and showed his face.

"Wang Dacheng, male, seven out of thirty, murdered the court official, upright!"

"Qiu Li's family, female, three out of twenty, poisoning her husband is full of doors, and she is upright!"

"Zhang Zhao, male, eighteen years old......"

With one report after another, the heads of the death row inmates were revealed one by one, and the people spit on them one after another.

Finally, the little official came to a man with a disheveled hair, grabbed his hair, and revealed a face full of scars and a beard.

"Xiao San, male, one in thirty, murder and robbery...... Straight! ”

Zhang Biao's face changed and he got up suddenly.

The death row inmate,

It's not Xiao San at all!