Zhang Dongjie and Zhao Pan, two rookies, have never even killed chickens on weekdays, and when they saw Ah Long cut off the head of the owner of the old Huangli shop, they had already collapsed on the spot, but at this time they were going to cut off other people's heads? Isn't that asking for their lives? Not to mention that these two people have never even seen each other, and they don't know what crime they have committed. However, the sect leader has already ordered that if they don't go, they will resist the decree, and then they will be the ones who lose their heads. What should I do? They are all tormented in pain, it seems that this nobleman is not easy to be, and there are still many opportunities to cut off his head in the future!

"Okay, let's go!" As soon as Zhang Dongjie spoke, cold sweat came out of Zhao Pan's head, I really didn't expect him to agree so quickly. Zhang Dongjie glanced at Zhao Pan and said, "Fatty, there's no way, I don't have a choice." Zhao Pan had no choice but to nod helplessly, what else could he do, could he not go?

"Okay, two lords, please come with me. After Qiu Yuan finished speaking, he led the way, and Zhang Dongjie and Zhao Pan had no choice but to follow behind.

Chop off the head, what to chop it with, is it a big knife, or an axe, or an Oriental knife? Is a person's neck hard, what if it is not cut off and hung on the neck? When the time comes, will there be blood sprayed on his face? Will he become a ghost and come to seek revenge after he dies? Zhao Pan had to think crankily as he walked, he looked at Zhang Dongjie, this kid seemed to be a little calmer, it seemed that he could do it, or let him cut it when the time came. Thinking of this, Zhao Pan was slightly relieved.

Qiu Yuan took them on a long journey again, and they really couldn't wait to get there, so as not to be unbearable along the way. Finally, they came to a remote courtyard again, in which several large trees had grown, and it was very silent and smelled of blood. Zhao Pan thought to himself: "This is the execution ground? It's different from what I imagined." ”

"That's right, this is the execution ground. "It's Qiu Yuan's voice, this guy can actually hear his heart! Zhao Pan is really surprised, a high-level witch like Zhiyou can hear it, this low-voiced eunuch can actually hear his own heart, the people here are too awesome, so dare to think about problems in his head in the future?

Their worst fears were still there: two men with disheveled hair were tied up and kneeling on the ground, they were dressed in rags, and they looked like the hanging silk here, both of them bowed their heads and motionless, as if quietly waiting for their fate. There were several ghost-headed broadswords on the shelves behind them, each estimated to weigh at least ten catties, and the back of this knife was very wide, and the blade looked very sharp.

"Bang", Zhang Dongjie and Zhao Pan, who were nervous, were startled, and when they looked back, Qiu Yuan took two wooden boxes from nowhere, and there was a handle on the box, he put the two wooden boxes on the ground and said, "The two lords have just arrived, let the old slave explain." In my Xianzhou, the head is a treasure, you need to put it away, wait a while, please put the head up, someone will come to pick it up, and then hand it over to the sect leader to apologize. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Pan was about to collapse again, thinking that it would be okay to cut off the head, and he would have to lift the head and put it in the box, his forehead is damn! He glanced at Zhang Dongjie, he seemed to be scared a lot, not much better than himself.

"The old slave still has important matters, so he retired first. After Qiu Yuan finished speaking, he retreated. In this courtyard, only Zhang Dongjie and Zhao Pan are left, and there are two "poor worms" who are about to be beheaded.

"What should I do?" said Zhao Pan timidly.

"What else can I do?" Zhang Dongjie puffed up his strength and walked towards the knife rack, as if the knife was indeed quite heavy, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, and picked up the knife with a little difficulty. Zhang Dongjie held the big knife in both hands, walked to the side of a person, and said, "Please don't blame me, the sect leader let me be executed, and I can't help it." Zhang Dongjie's voice trembled a little, indicating that he was still very scared in his heart, after all, this was a living person, and he immediately cut off his head with a knife, no matter what, he was afraid.

"Let's have a good time. The man only said this briefly, and then did not say anything, still waiting for death motionless. For them, today is certain death, no matter who cuts it, the result is the same, and they can only hope that the executioner will be more skillful and less painful.

Zhang Dongjie looked at the knife, then at the guy who was waiting for death, and then at Zhao Pan, who was stunned on the side, he moved his feet around looking for a suitable angle, the knife in his hand was raised and lowered several times, he gasped heavily, as if he was fighting fiercely in his heart, making a difficult decision. Suddenly, he calmed down, raised his eyes to look at the sky, burst into a shout, raised his big knife and slashed down, Zhao Pan was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes.

There was a "click", and the sound was not crisp, like the sound of a knife cutting through rotten wood. At the moment when the knife went down just now, Zhang Dongjie also closed his eyes, but after cutting it off, he opened his eyes and saw that he also collapsed: Maybe the knife was a little crooked, but it only cut off half of his neck, and the person's head was still hanging crookedly and didn't fall off! Blood gushed out at the knife edge, and a large pool of blood soon flowed on the ground, and the person who was cut off quickly fell forward.

"Ah!" Zhang Dongjie went crazy, and continued to chop with a knife, as if he had cut four or five times in a row, before he successfully cut off the man's head. When Zhao Pan saw this, he completely collapsed, his whole body was weak, and he sat on the ground. Another "poor worm" on the side saw it, and collapsed even more, he never dreamed that it would be so difficult to cut off a head, and he would have to cut so many knives, he was already frightened to incontinence, trembling all over, and there was a stench in his pants.

Zhang Dongjie's face was already sprayed with a little blood, he didn't speak, he took the person's hair and put the person's head in the wooden box and covered it, and then walked towards Zhao Pan with a bloody big knife. Zhao Pan felt that Zhang Dongjie seemed to have changed at this time, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes. He walked up to Zhao Pan, handed over the big knife and said, "It's your turn." ”

Zhao Pan was still sitting on the ground, his hands kept swinging, and his mouth trembled and said, "No, no, no, no, no." I don't even know why he died. I can't do it. ”

When Zhang Dongjie heard this, he shouted loudly: "Do you know what the consequences will be if you go against the will of the sect master? Don't you want to live?"

"No, I can't do it anyway. Applejack, can you help me?" Zhao Pan said while hugging Zhang Dongjie's leg and crying.

"Damn, what a. Zhang Dongjie said angrily, swinging his leg hard and shaking off Zhao Pan's arm. Zhang Dongjie carried a knife and quickly walked to the side of another prisoner and raised the knife to slash. This time, Zhang Dongjie cut very smoothly and easily, Zhao Pan still closed his eyes, and soon heard a "click", and then a "bang" sound like a human head falling to the ground.

Soon, Zhang Dongjie brought over the wooden box containing the human head, stuffed it into Zhao Pan's hand, and said, "Here, this is yours." Then he helped Zhao Pan to stand up. Finally, this beheading task is over, and the strange thing is that Zhao Pan, who did not make a move, was not lightly frightened, but Zhang Dongjie, who made a shot, became more and more relaxed.

Zhang Dongjie found a towel dipped in water, calmly wiped the blood on his face, and said to Zhao Pan seriously: "Fatty, when you become a nobleman, you have the power of life and death, and I think there will be a lot of opportunities to cut off your head in the future." Otherwise, how can you maintain your rule?" and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhao Pan said with a straight face: "If you rely on killing people to maintain your rule, this nobleman should not be right, otherwise your conscience will be disturbed." Zhao Pan's words seemed to be greatly unexpected by Zhang Dongjie, he looked at Zhao Pan strangely, and said: "How difficult it is for us to come to this point today, if you say no, you don't want it? Don't you want to rule those 300 households, don't you want to search for beautiful women, don't you want to do whatever you want? All this, if there is no violence as a backing, if everyone is not afraid of you, can it still be realized?"

Zhao Pan looked at Zhang Dongjie in surprise, is this person in front of him still the Ajie in the town by the Taihu Lake, or the Ajie who talks about the sunshine?