I have a long pupil

Chapter 15

Sure enough, there is a legacy!
Zhang Biao's heart was pounding.

During the trip to the Snake Mountain Witch Temple, he saw the strange horror of the spirit world. Without relevant knowledge and skills, no matter how good his kung fu was, he had no power to resist.

With this mask, can you travel through the spirit world? !
It's a pity that it needs to be cultivated in the Qi refining period.

Just holding this thing in your hand feels like being pricked by a needle, if you wear it if your cultivation level is not enough, you will probably be unlucky.

Also, the information prompts "Jiangliang Shizun is dead, and Nuomian is longing for soul watering...".

I haven't heard of "Jiangliang", but it is probably the name of the tiger-headed monster enshrined in the Wushen Temple.

"Die" he knew.

"磔" is an ancient sacrificial ritual, killing animals to sacrifice to gods means dismembering animals.Now it has evolved into the most tragic form of torture.

"Daliang Lushu" records: The punishment of breaking the drum, commonly known as the crime of cutting by cutting, is what people call thousands of cuts.

The punishment is not easy to use, he has seen it once, and he felt uncomfortable halfway and left.

It is rumored that the people who are tortured will turn into ghosts because of the torture, and after the execution, iron nails that seal the town will be driven into the head.

Therefore, "棔死" also represents fierce ghosts.

"Jiangliang Shizun dies, Nuo Mian longs for soul..."

Could it be that this thing can devour ghosts?

It has been damaged, but it can still be ranked at the third level of Huangpin, which shows that the inheritance contained in it is far more powerful than my own "Three Yang Classics"!
Thinking of this, Zhang Biao became more cautious. He originally wanted to put it back in the hidden compartment of the beam, but after thinking about it, he wrapped it in a leather bag and buried it together with the "Three Yang Classics" under the wall of the backyard house.

Now that there is inheritance, the next step is to cultivate the sense of qi as soon as possible and enter the stage of refining qi.

Of course, we must first get rid of the ghost of Grandma Wu.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao turned back to the wing room, picked up two leather arm guards wrapped with chains, and fastened them carefully.

This is the Hook Soul Cable handed down in his family.

This object is forged from meteoric iron, it is tough and extraordinary, it is said that it was made when the ancestors were still wealthy, it is also considered a treasure in the Jianghu, and is well-known.

But he saw it with the eyes of spiritual vision, and it was still a common treasure, not a grade.

It was passed on to him after his father died.

Putting on his military uniform and equipped with a horizontal knife, Zhang Biao took off the oil-paper umbrella on the wall, and said in a low voice to his surroundings, "Grandma Wu, it's up to the three heads of Xiao to fall to the ground, so you have to keep up!"

After that, he pushed open the door.

咣 咣 咣!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard, accompanied by Wang Xin's lazy voice.

"Brother Biao, open the door!"

Zhang Biao hurriedly stepped forward and opened the courtyard door, seeing that it was his subordinates Tie Shouming and Wang Xin, he immediately frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

Tie Shouming cupped his hands and said: "Head, Beijing and China are not peaceful these days, and there is a shortage of manpower. The superior wants you to return to the yamen early to take orders."

Zhang Biao thoughtfully, nodded and said: "It's really not peaceful recently, well, when I go to Xishi to watch the beheading, I just go back to the Yamen."

After all, he strode into the rain with an umbrella.

Tie Shouming and Wang Xin glanced at each other, both of them showed embarrassment, but they followed closely behind...

………………

According to the rules of the West Market, the market opens at Sishi.

When the three of Zhang Biao arrived, the gate of the square was already wide open. Even though it was the end of the autumnal equinox and the autumn rain was cold and solemn, the west market was still full of people and cars and horses.

Zhang Biao suddenly froze and stopped.

He could feel that the back of his spine was suddenly cold again, and the cold air lingered all over his body, and the accumulated water in the ground seemed to condense into frost.

Oops, why did it suddenly happen at this time.

Zhang Biao was a little helpless, and immediately walked quickly with an umbrella in his hand, so as not to let people find out.

When he passed by Guitou Liu, he purposely made a big circle, avoiding it far away, and walked into the nearby Jinyu Tower.

"Xiao Er, go upstairs to the private room and get some tea and dried fruit snacks."

"Okay, please come inside the guest officer."

After going upstairs, Zhang Biao found a private room by the window, and was relieved to see the noise of people outside the window.

He didn't look at the ruins of the Witch God Temple with the eyes of spiritual vision, but he guessed in his heart that it was also connected to the spirit world just like the ghost willow.

The people in the Yi Chonghui were not abnormal before, and it is very likely that the ghost of Grandma Wu followed him into the cave, causing everyone to fall into the spirit world.

This is just a guess,

But he dared not gamble.

If Guitou Liu also caused the spirit world to descend, none of the people watching the excitement around would be able to escape.

That's right, a lot of people have gathered below.

In Yujing City, many people like to watch beheadings, even with a kind of morbid obsession, even in wind and rain, rushing to squeeze in the front row.

Looking at decapitation, there are even particularities and methods.

Officials who commit crimes are the most hateful, no matter what the reason for the crime is, anyway, spit a couple of spit, scold a dog official deserved it, see this group of high-ranking masters crying for their father and mother, it is refreshing in the heart...

There is a difference between rivers, lakes and green forests.

Whether you are murdering or robbing, or raping and plundering, as long as you stick your neck out and shout "He will be a hero again in 20 years", you will win a lot of applause...

But if you are so scared that you pee your pants, you will laugh out loud and everyone will despise you...

In short, after watching the decapitation, there will be talk in the next few days, and all kinds of absurd and uninhibited stories will be circulated.

Today, the Ministry of Punishment issued a list and posted a notice early on beheading the death row prisoner, so many people came to occupy the position in advance.

The hawkers selling breakfast around were also very busy, and the whole West Market was like a temple fair.

"Brother Biao, why are you running so fast!"

At this time, Wang Xin and Wang Xin also entered the private room, and they complained non-stop as soon as they sat down.

Zhang Biao was still thinking about the Nuo Mian, so he was absent-minded, so he asked casually, "Did something happen during the night patrol these days?"

Tie Shouming said in a deep voice: "Only a few thieves from Kongkongmen were caught, and the gang in the city probably got the news, and they are all very honest."

Wang Xin said with a smile: "Brother Biao, don't worry, even though Huo Feng is an official fan, he has two talents, and he has established a line with the Jinwu Guard. When the night patrol finds something wrong, the Jinwu Guard will be there in a while."

Tie Shouming also gossiped: "I heard that Liang Dingshan, the deputy general in charge of the right battalion of the Jinwu Guard, came from the same school as Huo Feng, and they both learned plum blossom Liuhe spear."

"Liang Dingshan?"

Wang Xin's eyes lit up, "I heard that he has a daughter named Liang Qiuyue, who is known as Qiuyue Wushuang, a jade-faced king, not only skilled, but also beautiful..."

Tie Shouming took a sip of tea, and said coldly, "Do you think people can admire you?"

Wang Xin sighed suddenly: "Brother Tie, you have to be kind..."

The two were joking around, but Zhang Biao's attention was all attracted by the ghost willow.

The autumn rain is pattering, and the willow branches are green.

Under the towering willow tree, the wooden execution platform that has been built for many years has become somewhat decayed, and the old blood is also black and mottled.

The executioners of the Ministry of Punishment are already busy, sharpening knives, placing wooden basins, burning incense...continuing the process passed down from generation to generation.

There are good and bad in the executioner's business.

The good thing is that apart from the imperial salary, you can also receive red envelopes from the family members, which is a joy for the condemned prisoners.

The bad thing is that killing people all day long, no matter how good-tempered they are, they are all full of viciousness, and no decent girl dares to marry.

Even so, there are many people who want to do it.

Those who are busy working are all apprentices, and the executioner who is in charge of execution sits on a chair with a big horse and a golden knife.

He is tall, fat and strong, his head is wrapped in a red scarf, and his face is full of flesh. He is squinting and drinking a big bowl of tea.

This man is called Ma Tang, an executioner from generation to generation, the third eldest in his family, and his two elder brothers both died young.

It looks silly, but it is actually not slippery.

Everything is the same as usual.

But in Zhang Biao's eyes, there was a hint of surprise.

He practiced the three yang meridians, and although he hadn't mastered the qi sense yet, his senses were exceptionally sensitive.

This ghost-headed willow seems to have a stronger sense of eerie...

Is it possible to evolve?
If so, it will lead to disaster sooner or later.

But it's useless to burn it.

Although Zhang Biao didn't know the relevant knowledge yet, he already had guesses in his mind. Once this thing was connected with the spirit world, it would be difficult to cut off.

Just like the Witch Temple, which has been in ruins for at least a thousand years, it can still drag people into the spirit world.

I don't know how the ancient cultivators responded...

"I'm coming!"

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd below.

Outside the gate of the West City, the servants of the Ministry of Criminal Justice appeared in line, holding water and fire sticks and yelling at the crowd, opening a passage.

The supervisor rode on his horse, and the donkey cart behind him pulled the cages, all of which were death row prisoners with disheveled hair, shackles and chains, and bruises all over their bodies.

The crowd suddenly boiled.

Rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and broken stones rained down on these prisoners.

There was also that naughty child who picked up stinky shit in the street, grabbed it and threw it over, causing the surrounding people to roar with laughter.

Seeing this, the beheading officer ignored him.

A hundred years ago, there was Qingliu Shangzuo, who said that when people were executed in public, the people would all be happy, and the tyranny and poison would breed, and if things go on like this, the benevolence and righteousness will no longer exist.

However, a great Confucianist known for his benevolence and righteousness refuted it in court, saying that the people fear the law, so they can be safe and work hard all day long. It is better to use beheading to vent their anger than to direct their grievances at the court...

Since then, no one has mentioned it.

Death row prisoners behaved differently.

Some are half dead, with only one breath left...

Some of the faces were bloody from being hit by stones, but they were silent, just looking at the sky, with only numbness left on their faces...

There was also a big one-eyed man who yelled at the surroundings: "If you die, you will die. At most, you will have a scar the size of a bowl!"

He spoke boldly, but his voice trembled, and the smell of urine dripping from his crotch attracted people to ridicule him.

"Hey, who is this hero...why did you pee in fright?"

"What kind of bullshit thief, that's all!"

In the midst of this chaos, the noon clock rang.

The supervisor stood on the wooden platform, holding a document and read aloud: "This year, there are many new crimes, and the criminal law is out of order. Although the emperor's grace is great, the world is amnesty, but treason, murder and other evil crimes are not included... It must be pardoned, so that the officials and the people will never forget it!"

After finishing speaking, he shouted: "Verify your integrity!"

When even a small official stepped forward, he grabbed the prisoner's messy hair and pulled it back, revealing his face.

"Wang Dacheng, male, seven in thirty, murdered the imperial court official, straightened up!"

"Qiu Li, female, three out of [-], poisoned her husband all over the family, straight up!"

"Zhang Zhao, male,..."

Following the reports, the heads of the death row prisoners were exposed one by one, and the common people spurned them repeatedly.

Finally, the little official came to a man with disheveled hair, and grabbed his hair, revealing a face full of scars and beards.

"Xiao San, male, thirty-one, killing people and robbing wealth... Get straight!"

Zhang Biao's expression changed, and he stood up suddenly.

the death row
It's not Xiao San at all!

(End of this chapter)