Infinite Script Killing

Early the next morning.

Caishikou is very lively. It used to be very lively here, Caishikou, but it is different today. Most people come here not to sell vegetables, but to kill people.

I saw several prison cars pulling prisoners straight to Caishikou.

Now is the time when autumn and winter alternate, everything is depressed, the grass and trees are withered, and the cool breeze blows on the street, and the ears feel like they are about to freeze, and it hurts from the cold.

Especially in the capital city, stoves are now being set up in every house.

People have begun to spend money to stockpile coal in preparation for the winter.

At the entrance to the vegetable market, several women were standing there waiting with baskets in their hands.

Not long after, several prisoners were led to the execution ground. In the cold weather, the prisoners only had a thin layer of clothing on them, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably as they knelt on the ground.

The window on the second floor of the tea house has the best angle to watch the execution, with a wide field of vision. Usually, whenever there is an execution, there must be a sea of ​​people here.

There has even been a tragedy where too many people were lying on the fence, causing it to break, causing many casualties.

In reality, this store would have been turned upside down a long time ago, but the funny thing is that in this era, everyone just thinks it is an accident, and the store just compensates for the medical expenses and that's it.

But today there are only three people sitting there, for no other reason than Xu Tong has rounded up this floor. Rich people are so willful.

At first there were a few people who were unconvinced, but when they heard that the person who booked the venue was Ma Hongwen, they turned around and left in dejection.

Ma Qi was promoted again. After Xiang Gongbao became the first auxiliary military minister, Ma Qi, who was a vassal of the Xiang family and was in charge of the 80,000 forbidden troops, was finally promoted to the official position and became a veritable admiral of the Nine Gates.

As for the previous nine-door admiral? ?

No, he was kneeling down at the food market. He was accused of corruption, accepting bribes, disregarding human life, covering up the Red Lantern Cult and arson and committing murders. Any one of these crimes would be enough to kill this big man with a thousand cuts.

But was it really because of these crimes that he was taken to Caishikou? ?

Apparently not.

After I got home yesterday, I heard my father Ma Qi say that this position was obtained by the Xiang family and Prince Rong. What should I exchange for it? March didn't say.

However, the Admiral of the Nine Gates was not only stuck at Caishikou because of his passive position.

Xu Tong recalled last night, Ma Qi's face was half-bright and half-hidden under the oil lamp.

“When a farmer gets money, the first thing he does is always put down his hoe and put on clean clothes to sever his past. The poor tools are thrown into the garbage, and he still doesn’t understand why they were abandoned. "

"What an injustice!!"

The middle-aged man who was being held on the execution platform shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one redressed his injustice. All he got in exchange was a ruthless slap in the mouth and a smelly rag.

"So, your side mission is completed??"

Xu Tong took a cup of hot tea and took a sip. He held the cigarette rod in his other hand and started smoking slowly. The smoke clouds lingered around him. The smoke clouds warmed by the chimney were inhaled into his mouth. In this cold season, there was something special. Flavor.

Gao Zhuo glanced at the steward kneeling there at the entrance of the vegetable market and nodded solemnly: "It's done. There should be follow-up, but I don't want to do it."

The follow-up he was referring to was naturally the person imprisoned in the dungeon.

This man was once the leader of the White Lotus Sect. He came to the capital and planned to find a few accomplished brothers to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty.

Who would have thought that the group of junior brothers back then have now become military attachés, upright local officials, and can be considered to have a distinguished status.

People, as long as life is good, who the hell wants to rebel?

What's more, they now have a serious identity and are even less willing to become rebels. As a result, a few people set a trap and arrested this guy.

You want to ask why not hand the person over to the government?

This is a rebellion. If you hand people over to the government, not only will you not be successful, but even the martial arts school will be implicated.

The official career of these people has come to an end.

Besides, the White Lotus Sect is not someone to be trifled with. If this group of people knew that their leader had been murdered, they would not come to the capital with a knife in hand.

After thinking about it, neither the government nor the White Lotus Sect can afford to offend him.

But one cannot just let it go, otherwise the consequences will be endless.

So as soon as they discussed it, they locked the person in the dungeon. According to the task process, if Gao Zhuo released the person, there might be follow-up tasks.

Gao Zhuo did not release the person, and he was still inside. As for when he would starve to death, that was not something he considered.

Xu Tong nodded: "It's okay to leave it alone. With my current identity, there is no need for us to waste energy on those side tasks."

After speaking, he took out a piece of paper and handed it to Wang Zheng: "This is the address of the Wu champion you are looking for. Let's go and have a look later."

Wang Zheng squinted, took the note, glanced at the address, and smiled brightly.

Then take out the corpses from the prop book.

"Since there is no mission, don't waste your time. Do whatever you want with these corpses."

After speaking, he pointed to the big box: "Only for this corpse here, you can figure out for me what is the condition of this corpse."

"hiss!!"

Gao Zhuo looked at the corpses all over the ground, his eyes straightened.

The other corpses didn't matter, but the corpse of Monk Huiyuan almost made Gao Zhuo fly with excitement.

Half-step Grandmaster, for Gao Zhuo, this is simply a treasure that cannot be exchanged for a lot of money.

Rare than the emperor's concubine.

"Hahaha, get rich, get rich."

If Wang Zheng hadn't been sitting aside, Gao Zhuo might have been unable to help but rush forward and kiss Xu Tong hard.

A half-step grandmaster is also a grandmaster. Even if a few of them join forces, they may be able to kill a half-step grandmaster, but the question is, can the body be preserved so completely? ?

Gao Zhuo excitedly put away all the corpses. As for the big box, he paid special attention to it. After opening it and looking at the corpse that was folded into a rice dumpling, he frowned and planned to find a place to study it.

"Wangzhuang Village, thirty miles outside the city, is the land of the Ma family. I've said hello to the housekeeper. You can go and live there temporarily. There are few people there. You can do whatever you like with this place. I don’t have the conditions to arrange a corpse refining place for you.”

Xu Tong had already arranged it, so Gao Zhuo was naturally happy, picked up the key on the table and put it in his arms.

"It's time!!"

There was a loud shout on the execution ground, and a row of executioners stepped forward with knives in hand.

As soon as these executioners came on stage, they seemed to be born with a terrifying aura that made everyone present involuntarily shut their mouths.

murderous look!

However, it was different from the murderous aura of ordinary people. Xu Tong looked with the help of his Life Eye Qimen and found that the murderous aura on their bodies actually contained a certain amount of compassion.

The executioner's profession itself can be considered a sinister profession.

It is said that killing can only be done with a nod of the head. The wonderful thing about the executioner's practice lies in this sentence.

What was severed was the head, but also the injustice and the unquenchable resentment all over his body.

Therefore, their killings are somewhat different from ordinary killings, and occasionally they encounter some strange and strange criminals.

If you don't have enough skill, you'll be in big trouble if you keep killing people with one stab.

"What an injustice!!"

When death was imminent, those who were held on the execution platform were so frightened that they dared to say anything but could not say anything.

A mouthful of realgar liquor was sprayed on the gleaming broadsword, and Xu Tong could even see the blade glowing red under the influence of the liquor.

"cut!"

As soon as the words fell, the swords were chopped down in unison.

"Pfft!" A huge head rolled to the ground.

Blood spurted into the tub that had been put down early.

Xu Tong squinted his eyes and saw a special aura blending into the bodies of these executioners the moment their heads fell to the ground.

It's hard to say whether this aura is good or bad. The good thing is that such people won't encounter ghosts even if they walk at night every night, and even their neighbors can take advantage of it.

Wherever you pass, ghosts and gods retreat.

But the bad thing is that even if such a person does not have a master to introduce him to the family, he cannot escape the shackles of three disadvantages and five shortcomings. He will either not end well or have no heirs.

Even if you have some extravagant wealth, you can only have three meals a day, and there is no way to get promoted.

"Quick, while it's hot!!"

The women who were guarding outside the execution ground suddenly rushed in. When the officials saw this, they did not stop them. They rushed in and gave a sum of money to the executioner.

That's steamed bun money, and it can be regarded as an honest income for the executioner.

He opened the bamboo basket in his hand and took out the white steamed buns.

Nowadays, white flour is a rare commodity, but they dipped the steamed buns in the blood basin.

The blood stained the buns, making them sickly red.

But these women don't care about this. In their eyes, these steamed buns stained with blood are life-saving magic medicine.

An old woman held up a steamed bun stained with blood, turned around and ran away. The fresh blood was still steaming in the cold winter. The old woman ran while chanting: "My son is saved, my son is saved." Already..."

Is there really any hope? ?

Xu Tong glanced at the steamed buns and shook his head regretfully.

This still reminded him of that sentence.

"Smash the Buddha of reality and get rid of the demons in your heart"

It's just that in the context of this era, the real Buddha is also the real demon. From imperial power to folk customs, the control of power is pervasive.

In their view, this is just a kind of spiritual sustenance and comfort for the people who are in deep trouble. Although it is despicable, it lacks compassion.

But Xu Tong didn't see it that way. In his opinion, this compassion was like a steamed bun stained with human blood, with only two words inside and outside: "Eat people!"