On the beheading platform, the executioner held a ghost-headed sword, and it was difficult to get off the tiger.

The county magistrate determined that he accepted bribes and deliberately kept his hands when he took the knife. This was a huge injustice.

In the executioner industry, everyone avoided it, but it was rich in quality. This was a family profession. He knew how to be sensible and knew which money could be collected and which money could not be collected!

For example, if the neighbors in the city want human blood buns, they can secretly put money to him, and the money can be requested!

However, if you take money from the prisoner and deliberately fail to kill, this matter is too serious. At the least, you will not be protected by public office, and at the worst, you will be implicated.

Executioners are also civil servants within the system. They can keep income from drought and flood, and can pass on each generation from generation to generation. How can they easily play?

"Master, let me try again?"

The executioner gritted his teeth and raised his knife to chop the prisoner's neck hard. This time he used his hand to kill him, causing the tiger's mouth torn apart, his arms were sore and his whole body trembled.

However, the sharp blade could not even cut through the prisoner's skin.

"Master, I..."

The county magistrate waved his hand and said, "Substitute!"

One of the executioner's apprentices took the ghost-headed sword tremblingly. His skills were far less than those of the master, and he could not swing out a beautiful circle. He lifted it up to his head and then raised the knife to slash it.

"when!"

The prisoner remained motionless, and cracks appeared on the wooden board pressing down on his knees, but the back of his neck was slashed one after another, and even the white seal was not left behind.

At this time, the toll who was with the county magistrate whispered, "Master, the situation is wrong. This person is afraid that he has practiced his skills and can withstand the knife and axe chopping!"

The county magistrate frowned slightly, "Is there any problem that can be solved?"

"This is easy to deal with. If you penetrate the pipa bone with an iron hook, you will be able to break it!"

The method of constables is specially used to deal with thieves, and has been tried and tested.

After a moment, two tolerances walked to the beheading platform with sharp iron hooks in hand.

The prisoner was not afraid, and he straightened his chest, "Come on!"

After a bloody operation, the prisoner was worn with a pipa bone, and he was still full of energy. He looked at the executioner and said, "Your apprentice cannot do it, you should come!"

The executioner was angry, snatched the ghost head knife, drank a sip of strong wine, and his blood boiled, and he slashed at his neck with a knife.

The crowd was in an uproar because this time, it failed again.

On the big tree, Fang Dou was almost asleep and shook his head repeatedly.

"Idiot, you can't behead your head, you can change it to Lingchi, you can bury it alive!"

I once heard that among the seventy-two transformations of the Earth Evil, there is a "sending stick" that can transfer the sticks, whip, etc. you have suffered onto other things. It seems that this death row prisoner is practicing this magic.

Ultimately, it is still a illusion.

This foundation is different from the horizontal practice in the world, and it is useless to wear a pipa bone.

The ghost head knife is not very important. The executioner waved it several times in succession, and his arms were already sore and looked at the county magistrate in a dilemma. "Master, this..."

The county magistrate turned sideways and asked the tolerance around him, "When will Captain Cai be back?"

Now, he can only hope that Captain Cai can use punishment and control the demon.

The toleration looked embarrassed, "Captain Cai went out to work for business and could not come back for nearly a month!"

...

On the beheading platform, the prisoner became proud and shouted at the executioner, "I have a great head here, and I can't touch me at all if you can cut my sword and axe?"

The executioner gritted his teeth. For him, the failure of the beheading was a great humiliation.

"Haha, the little county town is just like that. The men of my Qianqiu Society have arrived and turned into ruins on their backs!"

The county magistrate quickly stepped forward, "You monster, don't be arrogant!"

The prisoner was brave at this moment and was not afraid of seeing the county magistrate. "Do you know why our group broke into the county government?"

The county magistrate's heart was shocked. Could it be that it was because of the murder of Lang Qi before?

When he knew that Lang Qi belonged to Qianqiu Society, he was also very shocked, but the road was already done and there was no way to make a comeback!

The three demons came here to take revenge for Lang Qi?

"There are actually people in your county who dare to go against my Qianqiu Society."

"We are all stones that explore the way. You can easily kill them. Once the subsequent old men arrive, I'm afraid that the whole county will not be able to bear it!"

The prisoner became more and more cruel, and the threat was beyond words.

The county magistrate's face became increasingly ugly and he turned around and brushed his sleeves.

"Come here, cut him in half!"

The prisoner's face changed, and he did not practice his skills to his waist.

Suddenly, the executioner knelt down and asked for his order, "Master, our family has been passed down for five generations, and they have been cut off their heads for death row prisoners in the county. The ancestral skills are so shameless. Please let me try again!"

If the beheading fails, it will be turned into a half-cut. The executioner will not want to eat this business for the rest of his life!

The county magistrate frowned, "You have tried it several times. This human-monster magic is powerful, and the idle method is useless!"

"Try again, my subordinates will definitely succeed!"

The county magistrate nodded, "Let me let you try again!"

The executioner took the order and happily lifted the ghost-headed sword. This time he did not rush to cut the sword, but instead surrounded the prisoner, stepping on the beat and slowly walking around slowly.

The prisoner was calm at first, but when he saw that he was so confident, he felt nervous.

"Quickly, what are you waiting for?"

The executioner smiled mysteriously and said to him, "Don't be anxious!"

He raised his head, his eyes passed through the crowd, fell onto the canopy, and he was seeing Fang Dou.

"My little master, if you can help me escape this disaster, I will eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name for the rest of my life!"

It turned out that the executioner was about to give up just now, and Fang Dou secretly passed the message to him and asked him to try again.

At the beginning, the executioner was skeptical, but Fang Dou's method of passing the message was clever and gradually convinced him.

The executioner held the ghost-headed knife and walked three times, finally stopping behind the executioner.

"Go on the way!"

The prisoner sneered at him, "Do you?"

The executioner held up the big knife and took a deep breath. He practiced countless movements in his life, and did it in one go, skillfully.

"Crash!"

The big knife slashed the prisoner's neck.

The prisoner used his magic power, his head and neck tightened, and he suddenly became as strong as steel.

"A thought is free from dust!"

On the beheading platform, the executioner and the prisoner's ears were heard at the same time.

Things start to change!

The prisoner's tense neck suddenly loosened, and he felt bad, and the cold light had already covered his whole body.

Dongdong, the hard object landed on the ground.

Blood gushed like a spring, and the people who were close to each other were splattered all over.

"The head has fallen to the ground, the head has fallen to the ground!"

Cheers came from the crowd, which immediately sparked a craze of cheers.

In the awning, the county magistrate breathed a sigh of relief, and the official robe was covered in cold sweat.

As the executioner said, today the king was killing people, and he said that he would be beheaded if he was beheaded. If it was changed to be beheaded in half, even if the prisoner could be executed, he, the county magistrate, would be the responsibility of the county magistrate.

On the tree canopy, Fang Dou yawned, what's the difficulty!

How could a flesh and blood be truly invulnerable to swords and guns?

The spell "Sending Staff" practiced by the prisoner is similar to the illusion, and can use the means of moving flowers and connecting trees in public.

In other words, the executioner waved his knife and cut it down, which seemed to hit the back of his neck, but was actually secretly replaced by him with other things, such as big stones, iron lions, etc.

Therefore, the executioner repeatedly attacked the knife, but it was useless.

But Fang Dou's Liuli's state of mind is best at breaking the illusion. With one eye blow, he immediately broke the illusion, leaving the death row prisoner nowhere to move, and was forced to get this knife.
Chapter completed!