Chapter 16 Chapter Four: The White Lotus Sect Raids the Execution Ground

Just as the executioner raised his knife and was about to fall, suddenly a sleeve arrow was shot rapidly, and the executioner immediately fell to the ground and died. "The White Lotus Sect has robbed the execution ground!" I don't know who yelled, and everyone woke up like a dream, panicking and wanting to disperse, but because the crowd was too crowded, they couldn't use their hands and feet.The spectators rushed out with all their strength, and there was a burst of thumping, shouting, cursing, and crying. A group of middle-aged men who had been buried in the crowd of onlookers just now rushed up to the stage with swords and sticks in their hands as if they were juggling, trying to save the condemned prisoner.

The executioners and officers and soldiers on the stage were a little flustered, but seeing that the execution officer was extremely calm, he gestured to the air, and saw a man in plain clothes in the crowd, tied a red cloth scarf around his arm, and raised his knife, He fought hand-to-hand with the members of the White Lotus Sect who came to rob the execution ground. At this time, the officers and soldiers of the brigade also surrounded the guillotine from all directions like a tide. The onlookers, like headless flies, scurried around, trampled on each other and screamed fiercely because of their eagerness to survive.

There were no more than fifty members of the White Lotus Sect who robbed the execution ground. Although all of them were very skilled, they could hardly resist the flood of officers and soldiers. In the end, they were outnumbered and fought and retreated. The rest were all surrounded by officers and soldiers, or were killed or arrested, but none of the criminals was robbed, and the scene was tragic. But there were quite a few onlookers in the audience, most of them were old, young, and disabled, with cloth shoes, clothes and towels strewn all over the place, in a mess. "Cub, my cub..." A woman knelt on the ground, holding a child in her arms, crying heart-piercingly.It turned out that her child was trampled to death in the chaos. The voice was tragic, desperate, screaming, echoing over the execution ground for a long time...

After such a sudden toss, more than half of the onlookers at the execution ground dispersed.Seeing that the situation was under the control of the officers and soldiers, those who were brave enough surrounded them again and continued to watch the execution. "Damn, Bai Lian taught me to mess up a good show!" Several men complained, a little disappointed. After a short rest, the execution ground returned to order, but the previous excitement was gone. From time to time, some people in the crowd looked around, as if they were worried that the White Lotus Sect would make a comeback.

The executioners returned to their original positions, looking terrified, without the composure they had before.After a toss just now, the supervisor and beheader issued an order, deciding to keep everything simple and immediately execute the death penalty on all death row prisoners. After a while, all the executioners were ready, and with an order, the knives were raised and lowered, blood was splashed, and the prisoners fell to the ground. Everyone thought that the good show was over, and dispersed one after another, with a little disappointment and loneliness on their expressions, as if they didn't enjoy themselves.

A few libertine-looking men were cursing, saying that they hadn't watched the executioner's wonderful Lingchi performance. Ling Chi is what the folks call "thousand cuts", that is, the executioner cuts off the flesh of a person with a knife, so that the victim dies slowly and painfully.It seems that there is no fixed number of how many knives should be cut for a death row prisoner. Some say one thousand knives, and some say that it must be three thousand six hundred knives.However, every time a knife is cut, the meat must be pasted on a large white porcelain plate, which is not only convenient for counting, but also for spectators to appreciate.If the prisoner died before the prescribed number of knives, the executioner was suspected of accepting bribes. It was a trivial matter to lose his job.

Just as the onlookers were slowly dispersing, there was another scream from the guillotine. People stopped and looked back. It turned out that when the executioner's ghost-headed knives came down, there was a bearded male prisoner about fifty years old who was standing upright and safe, and the executioner was shocked! Perhaps he had never encountered such a situation before, the executioner stood beside the prisoner in a daze, at a loss.After staying in a daze for a while, Fang Rumeng woke up with a start, raised the ghost-headed sword in his hand again, and slashed at the neck of the cheeky male prisoner, but the prisoner was still unscathed.The executioner was horrified, and retreated two feet away, looking at the curled edge of the knife, his legs seemed to tremble slightly.

This sudden and unexpected scene seemed to become a huge magnetic field, firmly hooking the footsteps of the spectators once again.They quickly approached the stage and screamed. When the executioner saw him, he also looked a little flustered. It was probably the first time he encountered such a fantasy scene in his entire life as an executioner. He lost his mind for a while, and in desperation, he yelled to change the executioner before beheading people. . A thick-backed executioner took over the job, and with luck in his dantian, he slammed the knife, but the neck of the bearded male prisoner was like cast iron, and he couldn't cut it, but he broke the knife.Seeing that something was wrong, the executioner immediately bounced away, as if he was afraid that he had been possessed by a demon.

As a result, there was a bit of chaos on the stage, and a row of executioners whispered to each other. At this time, an older executioner came out, with a long scar on his face, he was probably the leader or something, he walked up to the male prisoner, clasped his fists in both hands, bowed reverently to the prisoner, and said: " Uncle, we have no choice but to eat this meal, and I hope you will forgive me. After your soul returns to the underworld, we will burn more paper money for you, and I hope you will take more responsibility." The cheeky male prisoner stared at him with disdain on his face: "Bah! Don't gossip, if you have the ability, you can kill me! Grandpa told you, I am possessed by the soul of the White Lotus Sect' Silent Old Mother, so you can't do anything to me! Kill me!" I, a follower of the White Lotus Sect, will be condemned by the heavens!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and there was a lot of discussion. The execution supervisor seemed to have lost his mind at this time, so he ordered the Scar Executioner in charge to make a move.The scar was calm and not in a hurry. He walked around the prisoner and carefully observed his neck.After that, he ordered others to bring a rooster, chopped off the head of the rooster with a knife, poured blood on the prisoner's neck, muttered something, and then cut off the tendon of the bearded man's neck with a knife, and then slashed down with a knife. , the blood is pouring, rushing high into the sky.The prisoner's head fell to the ground in an instant, and the executioner's knife had returned to its original position, but there was not a drop of blood on his body, just like a master.

The audience immediately burst into applause, cheering for his wonderful craftsmanship, and other executioners also cast admiring eyes. Although the bearded male prisoner was finally brought to justice, people were still talking about the unimaginable scene that happened just now, and each insisted on their own opinions. "I'm afraid that the silent old mother has appeared!" "It's just iron-headed skills, and people who practice martial arts can practice it!" "The people of the White Lotus Sect really have sorcery..." The good show finally came to an end. The spectators who originally complained about the lack of Ling Chi's performance, because they had watched the last performance just now, had less complaints, and began to look for topics to discuss, and slowly dispersed... Of course, Tian Gudao and I were not in the mood to discuss with them. Our thoughts were on the dead prisoner Song Guoli's corpse, which was worth five times as much.However, the officers and soldiers at the execution ground didn't seem to intend to leave immediately, because we didn't want to be accused of having anything to do with the White Lotus Sect, so we decided to come back at night to collect the corpse.