Fan Wencheng couldn't help but be speechless.

"There are not many punishments that I know, that is, skinning, beheading, splitting, five punishments, Ling Chi, hanging, cooking, palace punishment, and so on. Skinning seems to be a good punishment, and it is said that this punishment is very skillful. First of all, you need to cut the back skin into two halves with a knife, and slowly use the knife to separate the skin and muscles, tearing it apart like a butterfly spreading its wings. Doesn't that sound great? ”

"By the way, and that Ling Chi, it is said that it is also a pretty good punishment. It is said that this punishment is to use a small knife, one by one, to cut the flesh one by one, so that the slowest cut, can be cut for three days and three nights, before you are completely cut to death. How about this one? I also want to see how long you can last. ”

If Fan Wencheng's face was ugly just now, then now his face is like earth: "He Xuan, don't kill people too much." You're over, aren't you?"

"Killing people is not too much. However, what you did was to help the Manchus, and there were thousands of Han people who died because of you. The sins you have committed, even if you spend eight lifetimes to rejoice, will not be able to wash them away. You still want to kill people lightly and don't want to pass the test, it's too naïve. ”

He Xuan sneered.

On Fan Wencheng's forehead, beads of sweat flowed down his forehead.

However, in the end, He Xuan still chose to use the car crack among the ten tortures to deal with Fan Wencheng.

The so-called car splitting is actually the split of five horses.

The authentic five-horse corpse is to tie Fan Wencheng's hands and feet to his limbs and then put a rope on it, and then tie a rope to the head, and then tear the person into six pieces alive by the five fast horses in five directions.

However, He Xuan was afraid that Fan Wencheng, a guy, would die too easily.

Therefore, the rope above the skull was removed, lest the horse tear off his head, and he would die, and he would not feel this endless pain.

And only four horses were used to divide the corpse.

Horses, there were originally more than 1,000 horses for the Qing soldiers here, and most of them were scattered in the battle, but there were still more than 200 left in the same place.

The four horses are divided, and it begins!

It takes a lot of effort to cut off a person's limbs, not to mention pulling them down, and the power of the flowers is even greater. And the suffering of the prisoner is even more obvious. The real pain of this punishment is when it begins to pull.

Four horses, after He Xuan patted the horse, galloped in four directions.

Fan Wencheng has been delicate and expensive all these years, and he was the first minister of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, where could he endure such pain. He scolded: "He Xuan, you can't die well." ”

"He Xuan, if it's a man, you can give me a good time. ”

"He Xuan, you are just a martial artist, and Lao Tzu is a literati. You martial artist!"

"He Xuan, you can't fucking die. ”

"He Xuan, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost. ”

"He Xuan, you will definitely die a miserable death,"

"Before you were alive, I wasn't afraid of you, if you are a ghost after you die, if you dare to come to me!" He Xuan snorted coldly: "For a traitor like you, the cruel punishment shows the cycle of heavenly principles." ”

At the beginning, the four horses were not stimulated too violently, so when they pulled Fan Wencheng's body, they did not break his body, but kept pulling, with severe pain. After two pillars of incense, He Xuan made a direct sword shot, stabbing a sword that was not light or heavy in the back of the buttocks of the four horses.

And now the horse was stimulated and ran madly in all directions.

"Ahh

With this terrible scream, Fan Wencheng's entire hands and feet were torn off by four horses, and blood gushed out from the broken limbs like an injection. Fan Wencheng was in pain for less than a few minutes, and he completely died that he couldn't die anymore.

He Xuan walked up to Fan Wencheng's corpse and smiled coldly.

For the wicked, evil is good.

For traitors, it is the right way.

Wouldn't it be ridiculous to praise all kinds of traitors.

What Hong Chengchou Memorial Hall in later generations, how many anniversaries commemorating the entry of the Manchu Dynasty purple gas, the Founder Monument, and the memorial halls of Ma and Bufang, one thing after another, all seem so ridiculous. There is also the so-called theory that Yue Fei is not a national hero, and it is even more nonsense.

Writing like this, do they have a face of their own?

Hehe.

Of course, before Fan Wencheng's death, his pain also provided him with a lot of negative emotional value. If you look at the system panel, you will see this row of messages.

"Received negative sentiment value from Fan Wencheng, +800. ”

"Received negative sentiment value from Fan Wencheng, +800. ”

There are ten in total, which is equivalent to adding 8,000 negative emotions to yourself. It turns out that 10,000 negative emotions have been left so as not to take the resurrection fruit when you encounter a desperate situation, which cannot be moved. And before brushing the ordinary Qing soldiers, I brushed 500 negative sentiment points, so when I superimposed, I also got 8,500 negative sentiment points.

Otherwise, add some defense.

You can dodge the arrows yourself, but if you bombard yourself with a large number of muskets, it will be difficult to dodge your speed, so add some defense.

"Let's exchange them all for primary defense fruits. He Xuan gave the order, and immediately, seventeen earthy yellow fruits appeared, and they were swallowed one after another, only to feel the heat flow, turning into hot gas and condensing into his skin and flesh.

After all the seventeen primary defense fruits were digested, he looked at his attribute panel and it became like this.

System Host: He Xuan.

Mental power: 5. 3。

Strength: 7. 1。

Speed: 7. 1。

Constitution: 7. 68。

Defense: 6. 5。

Skills: Elementary Thorn Willow Swordsmanship, Primary Breaking Army Sword Qi.

The current attributes are stronger than when they fought the Battle of Songshan three years ago.

He Xuan sorted out his sword, and felt that two swords were useless, and it seemed that he was going to fight two more swords.

Since he did not completely annihilate the Qing soldiers this time, the Manchus already knew that they were resurrected.

There's not much point in staying here any longer.

In case you get stuck in the enemy camp, it's really a trouble.

After all, the primary speed fruit of the escape weapon is actually unique, and you can't use it again after using it once.

Next, go back to the customs and go back to Daming.

Look at the imperial capital, what it has become.

Look at your loved ones, your subordinates.

He Xuan whistled softly, and saw that above the sky, the white eagle suddenly swooped down. finally fell on He Xuan's shoulder for a while, and then rose to the sky again, continuing to follow He Xuan in the sky.