Wang Ding's mind was blank the whole time. From the moment the yamen officers pulled him out of prison to the time he was dragged to the execution ground at Caishikou, his legs were always weak.
After walking all the way and peeing all the way, the ground was covered in specks of fishy smell.
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die! He shouted in his heart.
Countless people came to the streets just to see him beheaded. They didn't care whether he was killed by mistake or not. People felt that as long as he was involved in a life lawsuit, he must be a heinous villain. Women pointed at him behind his back, and children
Throw rotten vegetable leaves at his head.
His eyes were red and swollen. He had cried and howled for three days and had no strength at all.
The government officials carried him to the Xingtai, where the executioner stood beside him in an imposing manner, holding a big knife. The weather was not warm, but the executioner only wore a thin cardigan and a long red scarf.
Wang Ding could clearly see the executioner's bulging abdomen and the fine hair around his navel. There was also a faint smell of lard wafting from the executioner's body.
Wang Ding was so frightened that he was sweating profusely. He wondered whether the executioner was a butcher, whether he was accurate in his attack, and whether it would hurt when the knife was cut down...
He does not have the loyalty of a hero, nor does he have the courage to shout such heroic phrases as "Beheading is just a scar as big as a bowl" and "Eighteen years later he will be a good man again."
The executioner poured him a bowl of strong wine. His hand shook and he couldn't hold the bowl. The wine spilled on the table.
The people in the underground burst into laughter, laughing at him for being spineless and still acting like a grandma even when he was about to die.
The farewell wine was poured into him by the yamen and the executioner together.
He didn't usually drink, but after drinking this bowl, his whole body became warm, and a fire was lit in his heart.
Wang Ding looked at the crowd below and saw his blind old mother among the densely packed heads. Tears filled the old mother's gray eyes. She felt distressed and complained at the same time. She looked extremely pitiful.
The executioner's knife had been sharpened long ago, and its surface shone dazzlingly in the sunlight. It must be very sharp.
Just one...just one, and his head was gone.
Wang Ding raised his head and glanced at the executioner, and found that the executioner was also looking at him. He was afraid and leaked some urine. The executioner must be looking for the place to cut the knife... It must be so.
Wang Ding was so frightened that he turned his head and saw an ax placed by someone beside the Xingtai.
He felt as if the ax was calling his soul, and he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
At noon, the master who was supervising the execution threw away the sign. The executioner took out the name tag stuck on the back of his head, lightly measured his head with his hand, and then raised his knife to chop it off.
That's it now!
Wang Ding didn't know where the courage came from. When the executioner raised his hand and dropped the knife, he howled and dodged. He moved his wrist and found that the hemp rope binding his hands had loosened. He quickly picked it up and put it on the table.
The ax next to the execution platform ran off the execution platform without looking back.
He went all the way south without stopping, and did not stop until he reached Xianxia Ridge.
Although Wang Ding ran away, the condemnation of his conscience was torturing him crazy. He always felt that someone was coming to catch him. He was suspicious of ghosts, and everything was under attack...
Not long ago, he was finally disturbed by the sound of horse hooves approaching from far away.
It must be the official who came to arrest me... It must be so. Anyway, there is already one life on my body, so what if there is one more... He kept hiding behind the tree, waiting for the "official" to come on horseback, and then he
He went up with an ax and slashed the man's throat, and then killed the horse as well.
When Wang Ding said this, Bai Qinghan already understood it. Wang Ding's mind was blank the whole time. From the time when the government officials pulled him out of the prison to when he was dragged to the execution ground at Caishikou, his legs were always weak.
After walking all the way and peeing all the way, the ground was covered in specks of fishy smell.
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die! He shouted in his heart.
Countless people came to the streets just to see him beheaded. They didn't care whether he was killed by mistake or not. People felt that as long as he was involved in a life lawsuit, he must be a heinous villain. Women pointed at him behind his back, and children
Throw rotten vegetable leaves at his head.
His eyes were red and swollen. He had cried and howled for three days and had no strength at all.
The government officials carried him to the Xingtai, where the executioner stood beside him in an imposing manner, holding a big knife. The weather was not warm, but the executioner only wore a thin cardigan and a long red scarf.
Wang Ding could clearly see the executioner's bulging abdomen and the fine hair around his navel. There was also a faint smell of lard wafting from the executioner's body.
Wang Ding was so frightened that he was sweating profusely. He wondered whether the executioner was a butcher, whether he was accurate in his attack, and whether it would hurt when the knife was cut down...
He does not have the loyalty of a hero, nor does he have the courage to shout such heroic phrases as "Beheading is just a scar as big as a bowl" and "Eighteen years later he will be a good man again."
The executioner poured him a bowl of strong wine. His hand shook and he couldn't hold the bowl. The wine spilled on the table.
The people in the underground burst into laughter, laughing at him for being spineless and still acting like a grandma even when he was about to die.
The farewell wine was poured into him by the yamen and the executioner together.
He didn't usually drink, but after drinking this bowl, his whole body became warm, and a fire was lit in his heart.
Wang Ding looked at the crowd below and saw his blind old mother among the densely packed heads. Tears filled the old mother's gray eyes. She felt distressed and complained at the same time. She looked extremely pitiful.
The executioner's knife had been sharpened long ago, and its surface shone dazzlingly in the sunlight. It must be very sharp.
Just one...just one, and his head was gone.
Wang Ding raised his head and glanced at the executioner, and found that the executioner was also looking at him. He was afraid and leaked some urine. The executioner must be looking for the place to cut the knife... It must be so.
Wang Ding was so frightened that he turned his head and saw an ax placed by someone beside the Xingtai.
He felt as if the ax was calling his soul, and he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
At noon, the master who was supervising the execution threw away the sign. The executioner took out the name tag stuck on the back of his head, lightly measured his head with his hand, and then raised his knife to chop it off.
That's it now!
Wang Ding didn't know where the courage came from. When the executioner raised his hand and dropped the knife, he howled and dodged. He moved his wrist and found that the hemp rope binding his hands had loosened. He quickly picked it up and put it on the table.
The ax next to the execution platform ran off the execution platform without looking back.
He went all the way south without stopping, and did not stop until he reached Xianxia Ridge.
Although Wang Ding ran away, the condemnation of his conscience was torturing him crazy. He always felt that someone was coming to catch him. He was suspicious of ghosts, and everything was under attack...
Not long ago, he was finally disturbed by the sound of horse hooves approaching from far away.
It must be the official who came to arrest me... It must be so. Anyway, there is already one life on my body, so what if there is one more... He kept hiding behind the tree, waiting for the "official" to come on horseback, and then he
He went up with an ax and slashed the man's throat, and then killed the horse as well.
When Wang Ding said this, Bai Qinghan already understood it.