In a moment, Zhu Can, who was stripped naked and washed clean, was put on the execution platform by several soldiers of Yin Kaishan and tied to the execution pillar.
Just wait until noon arrives, and then you will start to be cut into pieces!
At this time, Zhu Can had no expression on his face and stared blankly at the sky. He didn't know whether this rare devil had any intention of repenting at this time.
"General Yin, can the executioner be ready?" Xia Yu asked.
"Don't worry, military advisor. He is the best executioner in the city. He will be able to cut him with a thousand cuts. He will not let this evil thief die happily!"
Yin Kaishan sneered and clapped his hands.
Immediately, a lean man in his thirties turned around, wearing the clothes of an executioner, and saluted Yin Kaishan.
"General!"
"Do a good job. I will reward you, general."
"Don't worry, General." The executioner's cold triangular eyes flashed with cold light: "Such a wicked thief, I will treat him well."
"A small family of villains settled in Mianyang, but they were all massacred by Zhu Can."
"Today, I want to avenge the blood of my family members. These thousand cuts will definitely cut off my feet and I will never let him die a happy death."
Xia Yu and Yin Kaishan looked at each other in astonishment: Good guy, this is really your own fault, you will not survive!
"Very good, go and get ready."
"No." The executioner clasped his fists and left with a look of hatred on his face.
Xia Yu looked up at the sky and then at the huge sundial that kept time. There was only less than half an hour left before noon.
The so-called punishment is Lingchi.
There are multiple levels such as 120 knives, 240 knives, and 360 knives, corresponding to the different crimes and status of the prisoners.
A human devil like Zhu Can would naturally enjoy the ultimate punishment of being cut to pieces with a thousand knives.
Only after a thousand cuts have been made, the executioner will give the prisoner a happy death. If the prisoner died early, the executioner will be guilty.
The execution time was also a full day long.
Therefore, the executioner would take a break after every hundred cuts. Carrying out such a cruel punishment was also extremely tiring.
Of course Xia Yu will not finish reading this thousand swords.
He came to behead him just as a formality, not to torture himself. After a hundred cuts, he could leave.
Besides, even a modern person could not accept the bloody and cruel scene.
At this moment, on the street not far away, there were suddenly hundreds of people wearing white mourning clothes and holding spiritual tablets in their hands walking toward the execution platform.
The people who were watching the execution were very surprised when they saw this, and they all moved out of the way in unison.
Is this? Xia Yudun was a little confused.
"Who is coming?"
"The place ahead of you is the execution platform, where idlers stop."
An officer of the Tang Army looked cold and stern, holding a horizontal sword in his hand. When he saw these people wearing white mourning clothes approaching, he immediately issued a warning.
Then an old man with white hair came out of the queue proudly and saluted: "General, I have something to ask you to see Military Advisor Xia. Please report back."
"Wait where you are. If you move without permission, you will be killed without mercy!" The officer quickly came to the stage and reported to Xia Yu.
"Want to see me?"
Xia Yu was stunned, thought for a moment, and then nodded in agreement. He also wanted to see what these people in mourning clothes were up to.
This battle is no small one!
Soon, the white-haired old man came on stage. Although he was old, he had a dignified appearance and extraordinary bearing. He was obviously very human.
"Old Song Zhe has met Military Advisor Xia and General Yin."
Before Xia Yu could respond, Yin Kaishan frowned and came over in a low voice: "This person seems to be a great scholar from the Jinghu area."
Xia Yu was stunned for a moment and said politely: "Mr. Song wants to see me. What's the matter?"
Great Confucian, that’s interesting.
"thump!"
At this time, Song Zhe suddenly fell to his knees and shouted angrily: "The evil thief Zhu Can is running rampant in Huguang, killing my fellow villagers and destroying my home. His crimes are too numerous to describe."
"More than a hundred of us fled, and countless relatives and friends either died under the knife of this thief, or became the mainstay of this thief. Thinking about all this, it hurts my heart and lungs."
"I am now asking for orders on behalf of the people. On the one hand, I want to thank the military commander Xia for capturing this evil beast and correcting the laws of the country. On the other hand, I hope to take the flesh and blood of this thief and eat it alive to vent the hatred in my heart!"
Damn it! Xia Yu was startled: Old man, do you want to be so aggressive? But is this appropriate?
Xia Yu was still hesitating, but Yin Kaishan said nonchalantly: "Military advisor, this thief Zhu Can is so full of evil that even I would like to eat his flesh alive. Why don't you just agree to Mr. Song's request, and it will be a warning to future generations."
Since ancient times, it is not uncommon for the victims to eat their flesh after being sentenced to death for heinous crimes.
Yin Kaishan didn't think there was anything wrong at all.
Xia Yu thought for a while and realized that Zhu Can indeed deserved his crime. It was not allowed by nature to be a cannibal. It was understandable that the people wanted retaliation.
"That's all, I agree to the old gentleman's request. Get up quickly."
Song Zhe was overjoyed, and after thanking him, he left.
"Wait a minute," Yin Kaishan called out, "Do you understand the rules? When an executioner goes out on a red mission and begs for something from him, he must be rewarded."
"If you are not prepared, I, the general, cannot help you."
"Don't worry, General Yin, I've already prepared it." Song Zhe said again and hurriedly stepped down.
Immediately, a group of people in white clothes cheered, some shed tears, and some gritted their teeth.
At this time, the time has reached noon.
The executioner was already in place. Seeing this, Yin Kaishan looked at Xia Yu. As long as Xia Yu dropped the execution arrow, he could immediately open his head.
Xia Yu was not in a hurry to take action, but just walked to Zhu Can's side.
"Zhu Can," Xia Yu sneered, pointing at the tens of thousands of people in the audience: "Your sins are so great that countless people want to eat your flesh. Now that the deadline has come, what else do you have to say?"
Zhu Can looked pale. The more cruel a person is, the more afraid of death he is.
But he also knew that with his hands full of blood, even if he begged for mercy a thousand times, he would still die in one escape, so he accepted his fate.
"There's nothing to say. Anyway, my life is worth it!"
"Even in the underworld, I will still be King Garuda!"
Zhu Can gritted his teeth and laughed wildly with a ferocious expression.
"What a thief!"
"Cut him!"
Under the stage, public dissatisfaction suddenly boiled, and a flood of abuses poured in from all over the world.
"I will never repent!" Xia Yu looked livid and filled with resentment: "Just enjoy this punishment of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."
"Execution!"
Xia Yu returned to her seat, picked up the command arrow, and threw it on the ground.
Immediately, an official in charge of the punishment came forward, read Zhu Can's charges one by one, and verified his identity.
Then, the execution officially begins.
The executioner was impatient for a long time, so he immediately picked up a fine fishing net and tied Zhu Can tightly from top to bottom.
From the small grids of the fishing net, the fleshy skin of Zhu Can and white flowers is squeezed out.
"Zhu Can," the executioner's eyes were blood red, flashing with a cold light: "Today, a certain family will treat you so well that you will not be able to survive or die."
Zhu Can glanced at the executioner contemptuously, opened his mouth and spat: "Bah!"
In the past, he killed hundreds or thousands of these dog-like little people. When will it be their turn to show off their power in front of him?
The executioner was enraged and without saying much, he picked up the extremely sharp knife and made the first cut on Zhu Can's chest.
There are specialties in the art, and the executioner knows very well how to cut the prisoner in the most painful way, but without bleeding to death!
In an instant, the blade pierced the flesh and blood, slowly spinning, and a huge pain went straight into the bone marrow, making Zhu Can couldn't help but scream.
The executioner felt proud, but he still smiled and cut slowly, deliberately torturing Zhu Can.
As a result, it took only one or two seconds to complete the operation, but in the end it took half a minute. The pain made Zhu Can tremble all over and he was covered in sweat.
Looking at the piece of flesh and blood as big as a fingernail on the tip of the knife, the executioner smiled with satisfaction.
He faced the audience and showed his flesh and blood: "Who wants the flesh of this thief?"
In ancient China, there was a very bad custom.
That is, they believe that the flesh and blood of prisoners is a kind of good medicine that can cure all diseases. The more serious the crime and the more miserable the prisoner's punishment, the better the curative effect will be.
Therefore, many family members of patients will spend money to buy the flesh and blood of prisoners from executioners on red missions in order to save their families.
This kind of extravagance has allowed many executioners to make a fortune.
Therefore, after beheading Zhu Can for the first time, the executioner followed the thousands of years of old rules and started selling to the people watching the execution.
However, the government has never paid attention to such matters.
Because the executioner profession was considered by the ancients to be extremely detrimental to one's moral character, it has always been the government's default rule to go on red missions to reap benefits.
Otherwise, I'm afraid there won't be anyone to do this job.