Chapter 642: Did you burn incense before execution (3)
Bihe turned around and shouted with a smile, "Brother, it's okay, don't wait. You didn't hear the people chanting, follow the will of the people."
"It's not yet three quarters past noon!" The big man's hand holding the knife softened. After so many executions, this was the first time he saw a prisoner urging him to be executed. He looked around, and indeed, there were constant voices of curses. What?
Also came out.
"Brother, did you burn incense before your execution?"
"Burn." The voice was rough, like a bell. Black face, still black face.[
"oh.……"
"Last words? Or the family wants to see each other for the last time?"
"Family? No family. Can you say your last words?"
"explain!"
"Last words, these are not considered last words. This is just a question."
"..."
"It's a beheading. Why do we have to do it at three quarters of noon?" She knew that the moment when the shadow on the ground was the shortest was also the day of her death.
The swordsman was stunned. He had never seen such a tricky question from a prisoner on death row. However, it was an expert's question and it was not difficult to answer. He answered Bihe's question with just a few words. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the most yang energy of the day is
At a serious moment, ghosts may be suppressed and afraid to appear. The yin energy of a person's death is strong and will not bother the executioner. This is the most important reason.
"So that's it. Brother, there are no ghosts in this world, haha. There are, but they are only in people's heads. They are limited to living people. When a person dies, the ghosts in the head also die. Do you understand?" She laughed.
A smile.
"Madman..." The swordsman muttered and ignored Bihe.
When Bihe heard that someone called him a madman, he didn't get angry and pursed his lips mischievously. It was very unfair, but he was kind enough to teach him a lesson.
No matter how grim-faced the swordsman was, a trace of doubt flashed across his face. Could such a girl be the murderer of the Thirteenth Prince? No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like it. He couldn't help but look at the senior officials in charge of the supervision.
It's up to the senior officials to have the final say. However, before she died, this girl could still laugh and speak in an orderly manner, no less than those heroes.