When Mr. Chang heard the news that Wang Zhenting was going to be executed, he sat down on the hay in the cell. Suddenly, a scream came from under his butt.
It hurt, but more importantly, it was panic, which made all the hairs on his body stand on end, and he immediately jumped up from the hay.
Suddenly something jumped out of the haystack and started running in circles on the ground like crazy. It was a big gray mouse.
Mr. Chang's whole body wanted to contract into a ball, and he wanted to get as far away from here as possible. He was afraid that the crazy rat would open its mouth full of teeth and pounce on his face in order to retaliate and bite off his flesh.
Wang Zhenting is about to die and will not be executed until next autumn.
The knife goes down, clicks, and blood spurts all over the floor, and then the body may be like this mouse, twisting and turning.
I don't know if I will scream, it hurts so much.
Mr. Chang trembled all over when he thought of this. He only thought about how rich and glorious he was. He never thought about ending up in the situation he is in now. What should he do? What should he do? Mr. Chang's cold sweat dripped down his forehead. As long as he could be let out.
, he will confess to anything. Mr. Chang did not care about the crazy rats on the ground, threw himself in front of the cell door, and shouted at the top of his voice, "I confess, I confess, come on, come and try me, I confessed."
As long as he told everything Qiao Wenjing told him, he would not be guilty of any serious crime. As soon as Mr. Chang finished speaking, he seemed to wake up all the prisoners in the prison.
There were still people around who were shouting together, "I confess, I confess, I confessed."
The sounds of shouting came one after another, immediately covering up Mr. Chang's voice.
Mr. Chang's eyes were red, like a mad dog grabbing a piece of rotten meat. He grinned and used all the strength in his body, "I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it all for the Yang family."
But such roars were eventually suppressed by various voices.
The people in the prison were shouting like crazy. Mr. Chang's eyes widened as he listened to these terrifying sounds. For the first time, he felt that he would die here, or he would be eaten by rats if he didn't get killed.
Mr. Chang turned his head and looked at the other person in the corner of the cell.
The man was piled up like a puddle of mud. Before Mr. Chang came in, this man was smelling foul in the corner. He didn’t know how long he had been locked up. Now he was disturbed by Mr. Chang and raised his eyes.
The eyes seemed to be glowing green faintly, not like a person, like a ghost.
Mr. Chang's heart contracted and he suddenly collapsed on the ground.
It's late, it's late, he didn't speak when he was asked to confess, and now it's too late. Mr. Chang clenched the cell door and kept shaking it, "Let me... get out, let me... get out, ah...
I want to go out……"
A kind of despair that suffocated him was sucked from his nose to his heart, and then rushed to all corners of his body with his heartbeat, making him fearful. He just wanted to escape, far away.
Master Chang supported him for an hour and finally passed out with his eyes rolled. Within a moment, two jailers came over to check on him.
"No one is dead yet."
The other one looked at the chained cell door, which had been torn out of a deep ravine, and couldn't help but spat, "You can be quite cool when you're crazy."
"Is it okay to frame relatives, embezzle other people's property, and bully an orphan girl?"
"I'm shocked. You bully someone like Miss Yang. I heard that Miss Yang saved all the people lying in the coffin."
Mr. Chang on the ground listened to the voice but his mouth was open and speechless.
He did it because he was sure that the Yang family would never be able to stand up again. He dedicated the Yang family to the Qiao family like fish and meat. The Yang family back then was like a big tree uprooted and a dead person put in a coffin.
, no one thought that the Yang family would survive. He still remembered Yang’s heart-rending cry.
That voice told him that the Yang family was finished.
Only now did he know that the voice told him that the descendants of the Yang family were still alive, and that one day the Yang family's case would be overturned, and Qiao Wenjing and he would become prisoners.
Mr. Chang suddenly wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh immediately because he suddenly understood that some things sounded funny because he didn't know that they would come true.
If I knew it would come true, I would cry instead of laugh.
…
The execution ground was in a mess. Although it was snowing heavily, many people gathered to watch.
The prisoners all seemed to have the same face, were silent, wore dirty clothes and were pulled out of the car.
"It's a senior official, this time it's a senior official." The voices of discussion started to attract more people.
"Did you see the one in the middle? I heard that he framed Miss Yang's father."
"Which Miss Yang?"
More people don't know anything and just come to see what it looks like when human blood spurts out. Although it is scary and cruel, it makes people watch their heartbeat, which can also resist the cold.
"You don't know? There is a female doctor in the capital who can resurrect the dead. That Baohe Tang is opened by the Yang family. Didn't you even take medicine from it?"
The man suddenly realized, "A living Bodhisattva who applies medicine?"
Wang Zhenting knelt in the snow. Today, all his passion would be spilled here. After months of torture, he was even more looking forward to the arrival of this day.
Although someone was pressing his shoulders, he still tried his best to raise his head and look at the blue sky. This was his last moment, and at least he should be as peaceful as possible.
Wang Zhenting had just closed his eyes when a noisy sound came from his ears.
"It harmed Miss Yang's family."
"How come there is such a person?"
"I only sentenced him to execution."
"I've done so many bad things, but I just have to cut them off."
Wang Zhenting frowned involuntarily, why do these people know so much? The reputation of Yang Family and Baohetang seems to be getting bigger and bigger in Beijing.
Yang Bingzheng appeared in front of Wang Zhenting's eyes. Yang Bingzheng must have never imagined that it was his daughter who reversed his case. Although he was inevitably dead, Yang Bingzheng might have been reduced to ashes long ago. Everyone is the same, and they reach the same destination by different paths.
Wang Zhenting wanted to raise his proud face, but suddenly he felt a pain on his face, and something cold exploded on his face. He wanted to open his eyes wide to see what was going on, but his eyes turned white and snowballs whizzed towards him.
It has always been an old rule to throw things and hit prisoners, so that the people can vent their anger and reduce their resentment towards the court. Wang Zhenting had already prepared for this, but he did not expect that everyone was beating him.
No matter how hard he tries to hide, he can't avoid it.
The coldness of the snow made him more and more awake.
"Kill him, kill him."
A loud roar.
Wei Mao and Zhang Ge were already leading the crowd below to shout.
Wang Zhenting twisted his body to dodge, but a hand reached out and pressed his neck firmly, making him freeze there and unable to move.
A cloud of snow flew onto the bridge of his nose, and he immediately smelled the smell of blood. The blood kept dripping down. Wang Zhenting was a little frightened because he could feel nausea.
The blood dripped on the snow, which was shocking. He couldn't help but think about whether he would see his own blood spurting out, whether he would feel the coldness of the blade left in his neck, and whether he would have that kind of thought.
Do you have the urge to cover the wound, do you dance with joy, do you want to shout out in pain?
All the scenes passed before his eyes, and he realized that he wanted to look up at the sky and take it calmly because he couldn't believe that he was about to die.
dying.
Oh my god, he's going to die.
"Miss Yang is here, Miss Yang is here."
As the voice rang out, Wang Zhenting vaguely saw the crowd parting to both sides, and the woman wearing a Mi Li slowly walked over.
The woman came to see the murder.
He never knew a woman could have such courage.
The scene where he put the knife on the woman's neck seemed to be still before his eyes, but now the woman came to see him being beheaded. No one would come to save him this time. He would be here with blood splattered on the spot, and then he would use his hands and feet without any spine.
Chaos, the most miserable moment in his life...
Wang Zhenting thought of this, and his neck was carelessly touched by a big, rough hand. The fingertips were identifying his bones, and the knife was about to cut into the seams of the bones.
Wang Zhenting wanted to shrink his neck, but his body was tied and unable to move.
The humiliation and fear made his nose and tears flow out.
…
Yang Mo held Aunt Lu's hand. Now that she saw Wang Zhenting being executed with her own eyes, she could be considered as killing an enemy with her own hands. Her relatives, Quanxia, would be relieved to know.
When the time came, the executioner raised his sword and blood spurted out.
There was a burst of cheers from all around.
Yang Mo pulled Aunt Lu into the carriage. Sitting in the car, Aunt Lu was in shock, "It's really scary."
Yang Mo handed the hand stove to Aunt Lu, "I told you not to let Aunt Lu see it."
Aunt Lu shook her head, "Why don't you come? Even if you are afraid, you have to watch carefully for the master and madam. Those bad guys will not end well."
Yang Mo thought so too.
Mentioning Yang Bingzheng and his wife, Aunt Lu couldn't help but shed tears again, "Sir, my wife is such a good person..."
Nothing could compensate for the pain of losing a loved one. Yang Mo rested her head on Aunt Lu's shoulder. The mother and daughter seemed to draw warmth from each other and felt much more comfortable.
Yang Mo got off the car at Baohetang and went straight to the inner courtyard without having time to talk to shopkeeper Jiang.
After opening the heavy curtain, I heard the sound of crying coming from the inner room.
Mei Xiang saw Yang Mo and came over immediately, "Miss, Miss Twelve is in severe pain, and we don't know what to do."
Yang Mo walked over to take a look.
Miss Twelve frowned, her lips were a little pale, her cheeks were strangely red, and she looked very painful.
Mrs. Zhou Qi was a little panicked, "Miss, what should I do?"
Yang Mo looked at Miss Twelve and said softly: "Sometimes pain is a good thing. You can feel pain because your body has regained its feeling."
Miss Twelve nodded firmly, and Yang Mo took a soft towel to wipe Miss Twelve's tears. Crying is not always a bad thing, crying is because you are still alive.
…
Yang Bing was working hard to grind the bone fragments in his hand. He had been grinding for too long. He wanted to stab himself with the sharp side and kill himself in the dark. Just as he was thinking this, the door in front of him suddenly opened.
A little light came in from outside, and then a figure blocked the front.