The weather is getting colder, the sun is hazy, there seems to be overcast clouds, and sporadic drizzle has already spread all over Montenegro.
boom!
In the sporadic raindrops, the two-person-high solid wood door of the Yamen was opened heavily.
The fast-moving Yamen officers filed out one by one, lined up on both sides, holding knives and crossbows, ready to go.
On the empty streets, jailers escorted the prisoners. On the other side of the Yamen, prison cars were ready.
He could only read the final decree and be taken to the execution ground.
Yang Yu stood in a corner, looking at the prisoners on death row. Some of them were ashen-faced, some were shouting madly, and some were crying loudly begging for mercy.
All kinds of colors, just to name a few.
"The disheveled prisoner in front of his head is a prisoner from the 'Zhengkong Mountain' eight hundred miles away in Black Mountain. Although he is not the chief criminal, he should be killed according to the law."
The young detective named Wu Liu pointed at the ragged man in front of him and said.
Yang Yu inspected the prison and recognized this bandit. He usually had an extremely bad temper in the prison and yelled and made trouble all day long.
At this time, his face was gray and he couldn't help but tremble.
"The people behind him are pretty much the same. Look at the seventh prisoner."
Wu Liu said, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes:
"Killing that bitch won't satisfy your hatred. According to law, these bastards should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. It's a pity that no one in Montenegro except Mr. Wei has this skill..."
"Spare your life, spare your life!"
The prisoner was even more miserable than any of the bandits, and his bones were almost weak as he howled so miserably.
"Definitely damned!"
Yang Yu's eyes were slightly cold.
According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, those who rebel, kill relatives, kill officials, and kill their masters are all in Ling Chi.
In addition to those major crimes, picking and breaking branches is also punishable by death.
Unfortunately, Lingchi's execution was a technical job, and Wei He was the only one in Heishan City who had this skill.
Yang Yu thought to himself that with his sword skills at this time, there was no way he could cut someone 3,600 times without letting him die.
The prisoners were pressed into the lobby one by one, and soon they were put into prison cars like mourning concubines, waiting to be taken to the execution ground.
Wu Liu obviously knew these people very well.
These prisoners on death row gathered raw materials from mountain bandits, killed their husbands, wives, and mothers, all of which made Yang Yu feel that he could not bear the execution with his own hands.
It's really not a pity to die for this group of people.
He also understood why Wu Liu had to drag him here to explain everything, just to eliminate the unbearable feeling in his heart.
"coming!"
Suddenly, Wu Liu's low voice trembled and became deeper.
"Um?"
Yang Yu's heart moved, and he noticed the nervousness of all the fast-moving government officials. Many of the crossbows were almost fully drawn, as if if there was anything unusual, they would shoot the people into hedgehogs.
Boom~
Dong Dong~
With a sound like a big stone falling to the ground, another death row prisoner was driven towards the Yamen.
The prisoner's hair was unkempt and he was wearing heavy shackles. The fine steel chain had penetrated the lute's bones, and he was dragging an iron block that was as tall as half a man behind him.
Heavy shackles on the lute bones...
Yang Yu knew in his heart that this man was the most vicious criminal Wang Fobao had ever captured.
It was also him who made all the government officials and police officers feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.
"This is the man who killed your nephew."
Wu Liu pulled Yang Yu back a step and said in a deep voice.
Yang Yu nodded, but there was something wrong in his heart.
He also heard the old jailer talk about this man's cruelty. It is said that this man went crazy during his martial arts and killed people without leaving any body.
However, in Wu Liu's opinion, his biggest crime was killing 'Liu Wenpeng's' nephew.
"This person is so skilled in external skills that he can't be hurt by ordinary swords. When you execute him, be sure not to use any force."
Wu Liu warned in a low voice:
"Try your best to behead him within three swords!"
Yang Yu didn't speak, just nodded. At this moment, the shackled prisoner suddenly raised his head, his eyes red under his messy hair.
Suddenly burst into silent laughter.
The expressions of all the jailers and policemen changed, and they backed away in horror.
"Iron Dragon!"
Wu Liu took a step forward and shouted angrily: "At this point, do you still want to be presumptuous?!"
"Pooh!"
What he responded to was a mouthful of bloody phlegm:
"A bastard like a pig or a dog is worthy of shouting in front of me?"
The death row prisoner glanced sideways at the government officials, ignored Wu Liu's anger, stepped into the government office, and walked into the lobby.
"Is the iron crotch skill from this person?"
Yang Yu's heart moved, and he clearly noticed a familiar aura on this death row prisoner.
Unconsciously, I took a few steps forward, walked to a corner, and looked at the lobby.
The lobby was very clean, with two teams of yamen officers standing on both sides holding water and fire sticks, and the knife and pen clerk sitting at the bottom, writing documents, and letting the prisoners mark their signatures one by one.
Under the upright and bright plaque, there are about ten or fifty scribes wearing variegated plate collars and winged black gauze hats. They have a pale face and a three-foot beautiful beard.
Duanduan is a good seller.
Yang Prison recognized that this scribe was Liu Wenpeng, who was famous in all counties and had the reputation of being three feet high in the sky.
Just by looking at his appearance, who can tell that this person is a master who exploits the people?
However, Yang Yu is not surprised. Officials pay the most attention to their manners. Those with poor manners, even if they have some talent and learning, often cannot make up for their lack of talent.
Heishan City is located in Shangxian County, with a population of tens of thousands of households and a grain production of 100,000 dan. It is also located in a remote area, which is naturally a good thing.
Snapped!
Gavel was photographed heavily.
Liu Wenpeng's long eyebrows stood up and his tone was cold:
"You are a criminal at the next stop. How dare you not kneel down when you see me?!"
"Haha~"
The prisoner on death row laughed and said, "You still want me to kneel down?"
Let a few government officials carry water and fire sticks to break through and beat them randomly, and the people are as motionless as rocks.
"That's it!"
Liu Wenpeng glanced coldly, and a servant took his hands and asked him to sign.
The death row prisoner didn't object at all, but after glancing at the confession, he suddenly waved his hand and threw aside the four government officials who were holding him down.
"Be bold!"
Several police officers stepped forward, and the crossbows made a "click-click" sound.
"You have the guts to kill, but you don't have the guts to confess?!"
Liu Wenpeng sneered:
"After all, he is a gangster and a cowardless gangster."
"Grandpa is laughing at you. This statement is all wrong!"
The prisoner laughed and shook his head:
"In the summer of the sixth year of Qianheng's reign, thieves disguised themselves and broke into the house at night to commit murder. They stabbed and killed people randomly. In this one place, there were two mistakes. How could Grandpa draw the mark?!"
Several government officials pretended to be furious and wanted to shoot the animal with their bows and crossbows.
Liu Wenpeng waved his hand and asked:
"What's wrong?"
"So that you know that grandpa never kills secretly, but kills his whole family openly and openly!"
The prisoner raised his head, a sinister smile flashing across his blood-stained face.
"What about the second place?"
Liu Wenpeng became more and more indifferent.
The prisoner allowed the guards to hold him down, laughed and turned around, dragging the guards and walking towards the prison car:
"One knife!"
"Grandpa kills people with just one knife!"
"Kill that puppy with just one knife!"
There was dead silence in the lobby. All the government officials looked at Liu Wenpeng's livid face and did not dare to express their anger.
"A good knife, a good knife."
After a long while, Liu Wenpeng finally sneered:
"Tell the executioner that a dull knife does not need to be sharpened! He kills with one knife? The master wants him,
Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!”
…
After exiting the Yamen and glancing at the prison car in the drizzle, Yang Yu frowned: "This is wrong..."
Are there any people who are not afraid of death?
No!
Anyone who is not afraid of death either has an unswerving faith in his heart, or he is completely discouraged and has no business.
The death row prisoner obviously has nothing to do with these two...
Is it possible that someone will come to rob the execution site?
At the thought of this, Yang Yu's heart tightened.
"Oh my god! I'm going to die, and you still rain, and you rain on me!"
In the prison car, a death row prisoner was crying and cursing the sky.
"Shut up!"
The jailer with a gloomy expression waved his hand and whipped the jailer, crying like a ghost.
"Are you howling? You can just go, I have to come back!"
"..."
The condemned prisoner was beaten until he lost his voice, and he lowered his head and accepted his fate.
"Yang Prison."
Wu Liu came over and told the county magistrate's instructions.
Yang Yu nodded expressionlessly, and on the pretext of going back to change clothes and get a knife, he hurried towards the small courtyard where Wei He was.