First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 27

2021-09-03

Chapter 27 Retires
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The weather turns cold , the sun is hazy, there seem to be overcast clouds, and sporadic drizzle has already sprinkled Montenegro.

Bang!
In the sporadic raindrops, the two-person high solid wood door of the Yamen was pulled open heavily.

One by one, the fast-catching officers filed out, lined up on both sides, with knives and crossbows on their shoulders, waiting in full force.

On the empty streets, prison guards escorted prisoners, and on the other side of the yamen, prison cars were ready.

Only read through the final decree and go to the execution ground.

Yang Yu stood in a corner, looking at a group of death row prisoners.

all kinds of .

"The thief prisoner with the hair in front of his head is the thief prisoner of 'Trapping Sky Mountain' 800 miles away in Montenegro. Although it is not the first evil, it should be executed according to the law."

Named Wu Liu's young Zhu Kuai pointed to a ragged man in front of his head and said.

Yang Yu traveled through the prison and recognized this bandit. Normally, he has a very bad temperament in the prison and yells and makes trouble all day long.

At this time, his face was pale and trembling.

"The people behind him are pretty much the same. Look at the seventh prisoner." If you kill something, you won't get rid of your hatred. According to the law, these bastards should have been chopped up ten-thousand times by a thousand blades, but unfortunately, no one in Montenegro has this skill except Mr. Wei..."

" Forgive your life, spare your life!"

The prisoner was even more unbearable than one of the bandits, and his bones were softened by howling miserably.

"Damn it!"

Yang Yu's eyes were slightly cold.

The Great Ming Law, those who rebel, kill relatives, kill officials, and kill masters, are all punished by Ling Chi.

In addition to those serious crimes, those who pluck and break branches should also be put to death.

Unfortunately, the execution of Ling Chi is a skill, and Wei He alone has this skill in the entire Black Mountain City.

Yang Yu thought to himself that with his Blade Technique at this time, he couldn't stab someone for 3,600 knives without letting him die.

The prisoners were pressed into the lobby one by one, and soon they were taken to the prison car like prepare for there funeral, waiting to be taken to the execution ground.

Wu Liu obviously knew a lot about these people.

These death row prisoners, from bandits, harvesting and breaking branches, killing husbands, wives, and mothers, have everything, until Yang Yu's reluctance to execute executions by himself disappeared.

These people really die without regret.

He also understood why Wu Liu wanted to pull himself here one after another to explain, precisely to eliminate the unbearableness in his heart.

"Come on!"

Suddenly, Wu Liu's lowered voice trembled and became low.

“en?”

Yang Yu’s heart moved, and he noticed the tension of all the catching officers. Many bows and crossbows were almost full. Man shoots a hedgehog.

dong~
dong dong~
With the sound of a boulder falling to the ground, another death row prisoner was driven towards the yamen.

This prisoner has messy hair and is wearing a heavy shackle. The steel essence chain is worn through the pipa bone, and there is an iron block that is more than half the height of a human being dragged behind him.

Heavy shackles, shackles, pipa bone...

Yang Yu knew in his heart that this man was the most vicious prisoner Wang Fobao had ever caught.

It is also him that makes all the officers and catching fast enemies face to face.

"It's the man who killed the nephew of the lord."

Wu Liu took Yang Yu a step back and said solemnly.

Yang Yu nodded, but there was something wrong in his heart.

He also heard the old jailer talk about the cruelty of this man. It is said that this man had gone insane after doing his work, and he had gone insane, killing without leaving a whole body.

However, in Wu Liu's mouth, his greatest sin was killing the nephew of 'Liu Wenpeng'.

"This person's horizontal and external skills can't be hurt by any casual sword. When you execute the execution, be sure not to hold back your strength."

Wu Liu warned in a low voice:

"Try to cut his head within three swords!"

Yang Yu didn't speak, just nodded, at this moment, the prisoner who was bound by shackles suddenly raised his head, his hair in disorder. down, eyes reddened.

Suddenly laughed.

All the jailers and arresting officers all face changed, and they backed away in horror.

"Iron Dragon!"

Wu Liu stepped forward and yelled angrily: "At this time, do you still want to impudent?!"

"Bah !"

He responded with a mouthful of bloody phlegm:
"A bastard like a pig and a dog is also worthy of shouting in front of Lao Tzu?"

The death row prisoner squinted. Glancing at the officers, ignoring Wu Liu's fly into a rage out of humiliation, he stepped into the yamen and walked into the lobby.

"Iron Crotch Technique comes from this person?"

Yang Yu's heart moved, and he clearly sensed a familiar aura on the death row prisoner.

Unconsciously, he took a few steps forward, walked to a corner, and looked at the lobby.

The lobby is quite clean. Two classes of officers stand on both sides with water and fire sticks, and the swordsman and brush officer sit at the bottom, writing documents, and letting the prisoners draw the prisoners.

Under the just and honourable plaque, a dozen or so scribes dressed in variegated pan-collars and winged black gauze caps, with clear faces and three-foot beards.

End-to-end is a good sell.

Yang Yu recognized that this scribe was Liu Wenpeng, who was famous in all counties and had the reputation of being three feet tall.

Just by looking at this 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 manners. Those with bad manners have some talents, but they often cannot make up for the lack of fat.

Black Mountain City is Shangxian County, with a population of tens of thousands of households and a grain output of 100,000 stone.

pa!
Gavel is heavily filmed.

Liu Wenpeng's long eyebrows stand upright, and his tone is cold:
"If you are a criminal, you will dare not kneel when you see this master?!"

"haha ~"

p>

The death row inmate laughed: "It's up to you to want Lao Tzu to kneel?"

A few officers were allowed to carry water and fire sticks to break through the beating, and people didn't move like a rock.

"That's it!"

Liu Wenpeng glanced coldly, and his own officer took his hands and let him draw.

The death row prisoner didn't object either, but glanced at the confession, and with a sudden flick of his hand, he threw aside the four officers who were holding him.

"Bold!"

Several hunters stepped forward, and the crossbow made a 'ka ka' sound.

"Have the guts to kill, but have no guts to confess?!"

Liu Wenpeng sneered:
"What the hell is a gangster, no guts."

"grandfather laughs at you, this statement is all wrong!"

The prisoner laughed and shook his head:
"In the summer of the sixth year of Qianheng, the thief disguised himself, sneaked into the house at night to commit murder, and killed with a knife. In this alone, there are two mistakes and omissions, how can grandfather draw bets?!"

Several officers and Zaku Kuai pretended to be furious, as if they were going to shoot the scorpion with a crossbow.

Liu Wenpeng waved his hand and asked:
"Where is the mistake?"

"So you know that grandfather never kills secretly, but is dignified. His whole family!"

The prisoner held his head high, and a grim grin flashed across his blood-stained face.

"What about the second place?"

Liu Wenpeng became more and more indifferent.

The prisoner let the officers and arresters hold him down, turned around with a big laugh, and dragged the guards towards the prison van:

"One knife!"

"The grandfather kills with one knife!"

"Kill that puppy with one knife!"

The lobby is dead silent, and a group of office clerks are watching Liu Wenpeng's face was ashen, and he didn't dare to let out the air.

"A good knife, a good knife."

After a long while, Liu Wenpeng sneered:

"Tell the executioner, the dull knife No need to sharpen! He kills a knife? The master wants him,

chopped up ten-thousand times by a thousand blades!"

......

Exiting the yamen, Glancing at the prison van in the drizzle, Yang Yu frowned: "That's not right..."

Man, are you afraid of death?

No!

Anyone who is not afraid of death, or has tenacious faith in his heart, or is discouraged and has no business.

The death row is obviously not related to the two...

is it possible that, will someone come to rob the court?
the thoughts got to this point, Yang Yu's heart is tight.

"Old Thief Heaven! I'm going to die, you're still raining, and you're still raining on me!"

In the prison car, a death row inmate was crying and cursing.

"Shut up!"

The gloomy jailer swung his hand to the death row prisoner wail like ghosts and howl like wolves.

"You howling? You don't have to come back when you go. The uncle has to come back, and he will suffer one more crime!"

"..."

The death row prisoner lost his voice after being whipped, and accepted his fate with his head drooping.

"Yang Yu."

Wu Liu came over and said County Magistrate's instructions.

Yang Yu was nodded with an expressionless face, and hurriedly walked towards the small courtyard where Wei He was located on the pretext of going back to change clothes and grab a knife.

This errand, I can't take it...

(End of this chapter)