Caishikou in the east of Wuhang City has always been the place where government executions were carried out. As one of the few entertainments for the ordinary people in the east of the city, watching people chop off people's heads is a rare diversion from the boring days. The executioner, the boss, looks fierce at the sight.
The handle of the beheading knife was wrapped in red cloth, and the sleeper, which had been soaked in the neck blood of many vicious criminals, was covered with deep knife marks.
The midday sun pierced through the already thin clouds, making the weather slightly warmer. Officials from Wuhang City took the prisoners who had been Wenzhan out of the death row and took them to Caishikou.
The Caishikou in the east of the city is an open space with a length of 500 steps and a width of 500 steps. Unless there is an execution of a powerful person, people usually can't help but watch. In the center of the Caishikou, two wooden high platforms were erected, one for the executioner and the other
It is the place where the executioner carries out his execution.
People who had been friends with her father in Wuhang City asked for help, and they brought in a bowl of medicine. They said that after drinking it, it would make people so drowsy that they felt like they were going to sleep, and they would be gone without any pain.
She knocked over the bowl of medicine, she was not afraid.
The person who had friendship with her father asked someone to send in a message, saying that the knife only looked scary, but it was the most painful method of execution. What's more, the executioner used money, so he would not be like those poor people.
Just like a death row inmate who offended someone in the yamen, cutting his flesh with a blunt knife was just a stab at his head.
Yu Wenzhao thought about how the ghost-headed knife, which was as big as her upper body, was chopped off, and her head was chopped off with one blow. It rolled to the dirty ground aside, and the executioner raised her head high to the stage.
The spectators looked around and saw that her body and head were separated, her eyes were still closed, and she heard the cheers from the audience, and then looked at her body blankly.
The crowd's voice under the high platform was getting louder and louder, but the executioner was not in a hurry. He took out the wine and meat to eat and drink. One of the three of them held down the execution, one used the knife, and the other stood by to prevent any accidents.
Like any death row prisoner, her execution was also carried out by three people, but there were ten times more sergeants guarding the high platform to prevent trouble. As for what they were guarding against, she knew it well and couldn't help but feel that
It's a bit ridiculous. How many people can survive in Yanyu Tower? Even if there are, who will take such a strange risk? What are so many nervous people carefully guarding against?
The executioner who was halfway through eating and drinking wiped his mouth with his forearm. These executioners, who were wearing thin clothes to facilitate movement, did not want to endure the cold for a while longer, so they slightly advanced the execution time.
The official who oversaw the execution was an eighth-grade military attache who could be seen everywhere in Wuhang City. Although he was also a military attache, he was actually only doing some copying in the government office. He was not the one responsible for the three executioners who belonged to the Jiangzhou Army.
Jurisdiction, this little official who was shivering with cold was happy to finish his work and go home early, without having to show off his dignity in front of everyone.
Both parties understood it tacitly, and the execution was moved forward. The spectators in the audience were also happy to watch the fun early. Some cheered, some made fun of her with dirty words, and laughed at how many people she had eaten.
The scoundrel who spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into her face turned around and returned to the crowd with great pride. He was more worthy of boasting than stealing the bellyband of a beautiful girl in the city.
Some of the sergeants guarding the high platform were angry at the behavior of these onlookers, and pulled their swords out of their scabbards to frighten these people, but most of them were indifferent or even gloating about their misfortune.
It's like a beautiful flower that is roughly crushed into pieces by someone's dirty hands, and the people watching are always happy to see it.
The thick phlegm hung on Yu Wenzhao's face, but it still couldn't fall off for a long time. She struggled to raise her head and said angrily to the spectators under the high platform:
"If my father were still here, I would let him kill you all!"
Just looking for
The ordinary spectators were horrified by her sudden majesty. They were silent for a while, but not long after, someone raised their fingers and pointed at her and cursed:
"Everyone, don't be afraid of this female devil. This little bitch's family has been dead for a long time. She is going to be slaughtered now. Why are you still showing off your power here? Damn you."
After the man pointed at the tied up Yu Wenzhao and cursed him, he stepped forward and spat on Yu Wenzhao's face. He was still the rogue in Wuhang City, but it was just a different person.
The people around him cheered. This was the occasion when these troublemakers in Wuhang City showed their talents. This was also the case for people who used to be quite tired of scoundrels.
Among the crowd of spectators under the high platform, there were people walking around. Most of them were small businessmen in the city. They had no money to rent a shop or set up a stall. They relied on walking around the streets selling snacks, food, needles and thread. They were affected by the depression this winter.
It was difficult for these people to even fill their stomachs. There was a rare lively scene in the east of the city right now, so they all gathered here from all over the city. Indeed, in a short time, they had made things that they might not have been able to do in the past two or three days.
The successful business put a smile on the faces of these small businessmen who had been looking gloomy for some time.
There was a commotion below the high platform, which was so chaotic that the garrison sergeant could not stop it with words. The officer who was supervising the beheading was also a little nervous. When the centurion, the leader of the garrison sergeant, came up to breathe, the latter gave an order, and the high platform
The sergeants surrounding him all drew their swords, and the spectators who were approaching suddenly retreated in panic.
"If you get closer to within one foot, don't blame the sword for having no eyes."
The leading centurion shouted to the overwhelming crowd, but not long after, the spectators slowly came closer. He was helpless. He couldn't really order these people to fight with swords. If that was really the case, then he, the centurion,
Tomorrow I will have to bear the responsibility of traveling five hundred miles.
Just get closer. What can happen in Wuhang City?
He felt more at ease, and his swordsmen who were hesitant to draw their swords were also ordered to sheath their swords. Even so, with the swords unsheathed in Wuhang City, the centurion still had to write a letter of explanation to the government officials.
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Seeing the helpless look on the centurion's face as he turned his head and waved his hand, the officer supervising the execution immediately understood the situation. He estimated that there were only two quarters left until three quarters to noon, and signaled to the three executioners that they could come on stage.
The executioners, who were also dressed in red, came up. The burliest one among them was also a knife-wielding executioner. He stretched out his hand and pulled off his belt, revealing his broad chest with tangled muscles. He raised the jar of strong liquor in front of him and poured it into his mouth.
After taking a few sips, he poured a whole jar of wine on his body. He looked around with red eyes, and there was a burst of piercing cheers from all around.
The burly executioner sprayed a sip of wine from his mouth onto the ghost-head knife in his hand, and then raised the knife high above his head. The people around him responded with even louder cheers.
Another executioner, who was only slightly inferior to him in stature, also took a sip of strong wine, strode forward, and lifted Yu Wenzhao up with only one hand. The other executioner placed a wooden pillow almost a foot thick on her.
In front of her, old and new knife marks and bloodstains were mixed together on the sleeper, and she was about to be pressed onto the sleeper. Yu Wenzhao was a very clean person, so she died on a dirty sleeper no matter what.
It’s also hard to accept.
"Can you change..." She tried her best to turn her head back, but the executioner behind her suddenly kicked her in the back of her knees, and at the same time slapped her hard on the back of her neck.
The tall Yu Wenzhao found it difficult to resist this brute force.
She knelt down, unable to raise her head, and the people under the stage cheered.
"What a pity for such a good little girl. It's a pity that death is imminent. Why don't you give your brother a kiss and he will give you a happy life?" Holding a knife
The executioner lowered his voice and said in her ear, "We are all about to die anyway, so let me live happily for my brother." The executioner showed an obscene smile and stretched out a palm to pinch both sides of her cheeks.
"Fuck you."
For the first time in her life, Yu Wenzhao felt so comfortable swearing. She smiled for the first time after being escorted to the high platform. The thick phlegm on her face finally fell away. She actually felt that these two small things were more fortunate than before in the building.
Everyone is happy when they receive two boxes of beautiful clothes.
The executioner holding the knife was not annoyed after hearing Yu Wenzhao's curses. He just raised his legs and pressed his knees on Yu Wenzhao's back, bringing her head closer to the groove on the wooden pillow. That disgusting
The blood and rotten stench were getting closer and closer, making Yu Wenzhao unconsciously want to move her head further away, but she was unable to match the force coming from behind, and the side of her face was completely pressed into the groove of the sleeper.
"Tilting your head? That brother is not sure if he can cut off my sister's head with a knife. After all, he received a hundred taels of silver. It is really unkind to not do anything after receiving the money."
The executioner handed the position he was pressing on with his knees to another person to take his place, and walked to Yu Wenzhao's side with the ghost head knife in hand.
Now on the guillotine, the zombies are dying, leaving people under the knife from the endless loop. The knife needs to be sharpened, and the light can tell people. The blade cuts iron like mud, and the tip of the knife penetrates three-thirds of the wood. It cuts off the green hair, and it disappears in an instant. The blood is released and splashed in the world of mortals.
.The three inches behind the head are connected with the bones and tendons. When the knife is lifted and dropped by the hand, no trace will be left on the clothes. Never sloppy, and never hurt yourself.
Since he entered the industry, the master has told him that in our industry, we have to collect a lot of money that should be collected, but we should not collect a penny from what we should not collect. I would rather not be happy than to give others money for this.
Be happy, otherwise you will know the pros and cons when you lose your head one day.
The master has trained him very well. He has never made a mistake since he started training. Everything he touches up and down is done with a clean cut. As for those who don't have money to deal with, as long as they are not extremely vicious and annoying, they will be given a good time.
Consider it a sign of good deeds.
It's just that after several years of beheading and beheading, the executioner got a little tired of it. There were many people who didn't like it, and they didn't use money from him, so they often just gave him a reward and ended up with half of their necks intact.
He gasped for breath and said it hurt, so he added another cut.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity for this tender-skinned girl, I guess her head will fall to the ground with a casual knife.
The drum beat started, and the drumsticks jumped rapidly on the drum head, getting heavier and faster.
Will anyone come to save her? Dad, Uncle Yu, Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhang, and Uncle Qian are all dead. Who else can save her?
Even him...
Yu Wenzhao stopped thinking about it. She closed her eyes and silently recited the name of the man who once tried to lift her red hijab.
The drumbeat stopped.
The executioner raised his knife, but the knife never fell.