After a few breaths, under the inexplicable gaze of the jailer, Zhou Mujin took the paper.

He had only seen the name at the bottom, and had not carefully read what was recorded on it.

In the first month of the year of Xinwei, Zhou Mujin, a native of He'an Mansion, abused lynching in the Zhou Mansion in the middle of the night, and killed his wife Zhao and his concubine Xu with a cane, and instructed the people of the Zhou Mansion to bury two maids Zhou Lan and Zhou Xiang alive, a total of four lives.

"Zhou Gongzi?" Seeing that Zhou Mujin was silent for a long time with the paper, the jailer couldn't help but urge, "As long as it is dipped in red painting, this pot of osmanthus aged Zhou Gongzi can be enjoyed at will, how about it?"

Zhou Mujin frowned slightly.

Since waking up, his memory seems to be completely blank, and at this time he only knows his name, and no one can tell him whether he really killed four people the day before.

"What happens if I draw a bet?"

The jailer tried his best to hide a hint of joy in the depths of his eyes, and said as if coaxing a child: "As long as Zhou Gongzi draws the charge, you can drink this pot of osmanthus aged wine that you have been thinking about for a long time!"

Obviously, in the eyes of the jailers, this eldest prince of the Zhou Mansion was just a fool who could be fooled with a little effort.

According to what the noble man said, Zhou Mujin was addicted to alcohol, and once he encountered the good wine he liked, he was like losing his mind and couldn't care about anything.

Zhou Mujin sniffed the rich aroma of osmanthus wine, his eyes gradually turned a little red uncontrollably, stretched out his right hand, trembled and dipped in a touch of red mud, and printed it on the paper.

"It's finally here!" The jailer snatched the paper and hid it in his arms as if he had found a treasure, glanced at Zhou Mujin obliquely, and let out a cold snort in his nostrils, "If it weren't for the strict regulations of the He'an Mansion, I can't torture you in private...... It's just a pity that this pot of osmanthus is aged!"

With that, he walked out of the cell impatiently, leaving the cell without even locking the door.

Only a small pot of osmanthus aged with a rich fragrance remains.

Zhou Mujin picked up the delicate wine jug, his lips moved slightly, and in the depths of his heart, he exuded an extremely fiery desire for it, and uncontrollably raised his head directly and sent it into his mouth, and drank it all.

A thunderbolt flashed through his mind!

What did I do!

After drinking it, Zhou Mujin's eyes suddenly cleared, but the mellow wine had already flowed down his throat, and no matter how much he retched and wanted to spit it out, it would only be useless.

The soreness and weakness in his body became more and more intense, and Zhou Mujin tried his best to maintain a trace of clarity, but suddenly his eyes went dark and he fainted.

I don't know how long it took.

Half-asleep, the faint sound of conversation came to my ears.

"That pot of osmanthus has so much crane top red added to it, this guy is not dead?"

"It's okay, anyway, he has been dipped in red painting before, and he will be beheaded in two days, and if he is not poisoned, his life will be counted, and he will live for two more days. ”

The feeling of sleepiness hit again, and Zhou Mujin's heart was extremely restless, but he couldn't even open his eyes, so he had to fall asleep again in the struggle of consciousness.

Bang dang.

Bang dang.

Suddenly awakened by violent jolts and tremors.

Zhou Mujin's consciousness gradually sobered up, and the dazzling sunlight shone directly, making him squint his eyes slightly, and he could barely see the angry people in all directions.

The yellowed rotten vegetable leaves and the stinky broken eggs were thrown into the prisoner car, Zhou Mujin stretched out his hand with a heavy chain to cover his face, and looked down at the wooden wheels rolling on the uneven road under the prisoner car, his mind was like a mess, and a deep sense of powerlessness permeated his whole body.

Execution.

Kicked Zhou Mujin on the back and kicked him to the ground, and the executioner Zhao Hu held a shiny beheading knife and said hatefully: "Evil beast! My sister, a person like a flower and jade, married into your family, was beaten to death by you ruthlessly! God has eyes, and you have today!"

The people around were cheering.

"Good!"

"Good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil, it's not that you don't report it, the time has not yet come!"

"Let's get executed!"

Noon.

Zhou Mujin was tightly tied to the side of the stake on the ground, his head hung low, unable to move at all, and a pair of somewhat distracted eyes looked at the bluestone bricks on the ground of the execution ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

The flash of the knife even brought a hint of harsh wind.

The sharp pain came from the back of his neck, followed by the cold chill pouring into the neck bone, Zhou Mujin's consciousness instantly fell into an indescribable blur, but he faintly heard the exclamation of the crowd again.

"Is that so?"

"Zhao Hu has been an executioner for more than ten years, how could this mistake happen?"

"Is he dead?"

The executioner, Zhao Hu, stood in place, stunned as he looked at the beheading knife stuck in Zhou Mujin's neck bone, and was stunned for a moment.

The knife was so sharp that it never had its head cut off with all its might!

Blood sprayed like arrows, and even stained the stone platform of the execution ground under him, Zhao Hu hurriedly pulled out the big knife that had been infected with a bright red color, and slashed it with a single blow again!

Its head fell in response.

Zhou Mujin's consciousness also fell into darkness completely.

......

Somewhere else, an extremely thick golden thread slowly fell off from the golden true spirit and turned into powder.

And in the human realm, a full few decades have passed.

Xu Disheng, as a rare demon who condensed the Nine Dao Yuan Gods, needs to cross the Nine Paths of the Heart Tribulation, but under the distortion and blessing of the rules of heaven and earth, these Nine Paths of the Heart Tribulation have almost changed their original nature, and they are completely different from the Heart Tribulations that the rest of the living beings need to cross.

Its first tribulation dream is the first primordial god, that is, the tribulation of the natal ancient bell primordial god, this heart tribulation has no hope at all under the terrible superposition of the rules, and the mortal fetus who has lost its memory wants to break the game, and there is no vitality at all.

Although its terrifying heritage has played a great role, so that it has not been directly poisoned or slashed to death, it still cannot withstand the layers of killing machines everywhere.

Outside the prison where he did not look, and even in the crowd outside the prison car, there were still dozens of people with sharp knives hidden behind the prison walls, hidden among the people, if he had been lucky enough to get rid of the tall and strong jailer with his weak body at the beginning, what was waiting for him was nothing more than a dense stabbing blade.

The first dream is destroyed.