Chapter 672: Cutting Off in Front of Caishikou

Stars appeared during the day, and strange celestial images appeared, but for the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, this was not a big deal. This kind of phenomenon of forming a baby through elixirs appeared frequently for a period of time after Grandmaster Xiong ascended, and everyone was already used to it. , the only thing strange this time is that the Xuanyuan Sword Peak is also absorbing the power of the stars, which makes people confused.

After the formation of the second Nascent Soul, Yu Zecheng started the next step of his efforts. The remaining power of killing, the way of dividing and gathering, the power of thunder, and the power of blood are not as good as the way of morning sun and the power of stars. A good understanding turns into a baby.

Because the power of the morning sun and the power of the stars are matters that exist in nature, it is very easy for them to imitate celestial phenomena, but the other four powers of heaven are extremely difficult.

After Yu Zecheng formed the second false baby, he suddenly disappeared after being consolidated for half a year, and no one knew his whereabouts.

In the ancient Qin region and Daxia, in the past ten years, natural and man-made disasters have continued, and the people have been in dire straits. Among them, there is also fierce struggle in the officialdom. The three major factions attack each other. Every year, powerful officials who were once extremely wealthy are imprisoned, and their families are hundreds of people. They were all beheaded at the execution ground at Nacaishikou.

One of the biggest excitements for the people of Yinxu, the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom, is to watch people beheaded. At the beginning of every month, a large number of prisoners from all over the country are pressed into the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom in prison cars with wooden cages, and then they are killed at the entrance of the vegetable market. A man was decapitated with a knife, his head flew up, and he was beheaded in public.

This has simply become a scene in Daxia. A one-stop service has been formed at the beheading market. Every beginning of the month, there will be people selling the life stories of the people who were beheaded that month, printing official newspapers, and people collecting corpses. , those who sell blood buns, those who sell departure wine, they do just about anything.

On this day, June 13, there was a huge crowd here early in the morning. The one who was beheaded today was Mr. Ma, the governor of Liangjiang. Mr. Ma was an upright official and loved by all the people, but he was in the wrong team and supported the abandoned prince. In the end, the palace dispute Failed, ended up like this today.

The prison cars were slowly pulled in. There were twelve in total. The one at the front was Master Na Ma, the ones behind him were his subordinates, who were all killed together, and the last three were the thieves and robbers.

Master Na Ma looked mighty in this prison car. He was not afraid of the disaster of beheading today. Countless relatives and friends offered him farewell wine along the way. He walked and drank all the way. He was really heroic.

Next to his prison car were his young son, his wife and concubines, crying and crying. The viewers were in tears. Good people don't live long.

When we arrived at Caishikou, although it was called Caishikou, it was actually a square that could accommodate 20,000 to 30,000 people. Now there was a sea of ​​people here, all watching. At the front was a group of people who had received his favor, kneeling down to worship each other.

The twelve people were pulled up to the market entrance and took their positions one by one. There were countless cries and cries below. Some prisoners had piled up in a pile, and some were paralyzed with fear. Only Master Ma remained so strong.

The onlookers outside watched this scene and talked a lot, waiting for the arrival of three quarters of noon. One of them commented:

"Who is being executed this time? Is it Li Kuaishou or the Decapitated Demon?"

The well-informed person next to him said:

"The Ma family spent a lot of money to hire a knife to kill him."

"Ah. Cut it with one sword, Lord Ma is blessed. Cut it in two with one sword. Today is not in vain. Let's see."

The leader of this execution ground has great knowledge. The thief holds a knife to cut off his head. He has a lot of knowledge. Some people have offended countless enemies. During the beheading, someone bribed the executioner and deliberately made more cuts during the beheading, causing the deceased to die in pain. , to take revenge.

Some relatives of sinners pay the executioner to cut off their loved ones and let them go happily.

In fact, beheading is not that simple. Only one cut can be done to break the neck, and if it hits the third neck bone, the head will fly away, and the deceased will die happily.

In addition, some of the victims were paralyzed, some were frightened, and some were uncooperative. It was not easy to cut off their heads so easily.

Therefore, the executioners on this law field also have their own unique skills, and they also have fans who pursue them. For example, Kuai Dao Li, Decapitation Demon, and Yi Dao Zhan are all top-notch executioners who are famous in the capital of Xia Kingdom.

At three quarters of noon, the cannon was fired three times and the execution was carried out.

An executioner wearing a mask appeared on the execution ground. Countless onlookers around him stared wide-eyed. They were watching the decapitation. In fact, the most exciting thing was when someone robbed the execution ground. At that time, the battle between soldiers and bandits was the most exciting. Wonderful things.

The executioner walked up to Master Ma and said:

"It's time, Master Ma, let's go."

Lord Ma straightened his neck and said:

"Come on, twenty years later, I will be a good man again."

Suddenly the sword flashed, the head flew up, and blood splattered everywhere.

There was a lot of crying below, and some people praised him for being a good man. The executioner walked to the next person with one slash, and that person was already shaking into a ball with fear and collapsed on the ground.

Yi Daozhan reached out and grabbed his head, pulled it sharply, and kicked him from below. The kick was very hard. The man couldn't help but stretched his head upward. The sword flashed, and the sword broke in two, and the head flew up.

Just like this, there were twelve people in a row, one by one, one by one, without any hesitation. There was a cry from below. After everyone was killed, the executioner turned around and left with one slash, leaving the Caishikou in the special passage.

After leaving Caishikou, he took off his mask, and it was revealed to be Yu Zecheng, but now he had no trace of true energy in his body, and was no different from that mortal.

Yu Zecheng returned to the courtyard he bought here. The courtyard was not on the main street. It was quite remote. It was hard to find without a guide. The courtyard was large and desolate.

Yu Zecheng returned here and quietly came to the house. A young woman took out paper and pen for him and ground ink silently. Yu Zecheng took out the pen and began to paint. The portraits of the twelve people he beheaded were painted.

In this painting, the faces of the twelve people were all on this paper, with some crying and some laughing. If you look closely, their whole lives were all on this paper, including the ignorance when they were born, the joy when they were learning to speak, the joys and sorrows when they grew up, the heroic righteousness of their lives, and the unwillingness when they were caught.

The wealth and glory they had enjoyed, the bitterness and pain they had suffered, the angry roar when they were beheaded, and the last cry of fear and hesitation, all of these were on this drawing paper.

Every person killed by Yu Zecheng had his invisible dark annihilation spirit transformed into a new life technique. Yu Zecheng felt all their lives, and then cut them in half in this feeling, and their heads flew off.

These memories gradually came to mind. Yu Zecheng painted one stroke after another, and with a light flick, they jumped onto the paper.

In this painting, Yu Zecheng gradually felt their feelings and savored their lives. The painting became more and more profound, and all their voices and faces were painted on the rice paper.

Time. Passed quickly. As soon as night fell. Yu Zecheng finally finished, and the twelve portraits were completed.

At this time, a young woman came over tired and said:

"Master, the meal is ready and you can eat."

The husband of this young woman was oppressed, and he fought back, killing three people in a row, and was finally beheaded in public. The family of the murdered man paid a large sum of money to buy her husband's head, and wanted her husband to be killed by ten knives.

She didn't have the money to buy her husband's head, and she wanted her husband to die a quick death, so she sold herself to Yu Zecheng to get her husband a quick death and a coffin and grave for burial. In this way, she was responsible for Yu Zecheng's daily life.

Every day, she prepared meals for Yu Zecheng. Every time Yu Zecheng went out to behead people, he would come back to paint, and then have dinner when night fell. Life was so simple.

Yu Zecheng was no different from an ordinary person now. He never used the magic essence. Even the beheading was done by his own strength, without any magic.

After the twelve portraits were finished, the young woman hung them up one by one, hanging them on the hall. Looking up, she found that there were thousands of such portraits above her head, each of which was so real and lifelike.

Among these portraits, there were old people, children, middle-aged people, great evil, good people, people who died unjustly, and people who were extremely evil. Now they are just portraits.

The night wind blew, and they seemed to shout in the wind, shouting, "Give me my head back."

Yu Zecheng ate dinner silently under this portrait. At this time, the first watch gong sounded, and the guests were coming.

Under the guidance of the county lieutenant and the prefectural lieutenant, waves of relatives of criminals who were to be beheaded in the future came here. Their purpose was to ask for this knife to behead, so that they could send their relatives on the road happily.

Yu Zecheng was not afraid of the people who came. He accepted the silver and gave it all to the young woman for safekeeping. He only asked for a knife to behead, nothing else.

Then he sat in this courtyard all night until he stood up at dawn the next day. At this time, Lao Wang, who sold tofu, sent a plate of tofu. Yu Zecheng began to hone his knife skills and began to cut the tofu one by one, cutting the plate of tofu into thin films of tofu as thin as paper.

He did not use any magic for these knives, but relied on his own body senses. Every time he cut, a word "kill" would appear behind him, and the power of killing was on the knife.

After practicing for three years and beheading countless people, the word "kill" gradually disappeared. Every time he swung his sword, it never appeared again, because it had been integrated into Yu Zecheng's body, and it was natural.

This time, Yu Zecheng swung his sword again and cut the tofu slices one by one. Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound outside. A neighbor not far away was carrying a person back. The neighbor was actually Yu Zecheng's colleague, the executioner known as Li the Fast Knife.

It seems that he was unlucky to encounter the most lively event, the executioner's robbery. I don't know why, those heroes are never in a hurry to rob the executioner. They will never do it unless the executioner raises his sword. They have to raise their sword here and do it there. Li the Fast Knife was hit by a dart like this. It seems that he has finished eating this dinner.

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