Pawn Crossing the River

There were three prisoners in total.

The first prisoner was escorted to the Xingtai. He was tied up with five stripes and his hands tied behind his back. The executioner took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the ghost-head knife, which made the blood ooze out. Then he reached out and took off the sign with the name and the word "Zhou" written on the back of the prisoner, and raised the knife with his hand.

Bones fell, and a head rolled to the ground.

From beginning to end, there was no sound.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

There was obviously no warmth at all, it was frighteningly cold, but the atmosphere was very warm.

Then came the second prisoner, still in the same old routine, but this prisoner started to sing: "Whoever comes in the morning and gets drunk in the forest with frost, always sheds tears when leaving, hates the delay in meeting each other, hates the speed of returning, The willow silk is so long that it is difficult to tie the jade silk..."

Before he could finish singing, the ghost soldier pushed his head down, and then the executioner moved forward with his knife and dropped it, causing blood to splash everywhere.

There was another burst of cheers from the crowd.

The atmosphere became more and more lively.

Qi Xuansu felt a little shuddering.

The last prisoner was escorted by two ghost soldiers and staggered onto the execution ground.

There was a piece of white paper taped to the prisoner's face, so his face could not be seen clearly.

For some reason, Qi Xuansu always felt that this prisoner looked familiar.

At this moment, a ghost soldier took off the white paper covering the prisoner's face, revealing the prisoner's true face, which was exactly the same as Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu couldn't help but be surprised.

This surprise is really no small matter.

The surrounding "crowd" originally turned a blind eye to Qi Xuansu, but after Qi Xuansu's surprise, they all looked towards Qi Xuansu, as if they had just discovered Qi Xuansu, a living person.

All the previous noise disappeared in this moment.

Only deathly silence remained.

The next moment, these "people" rushed towards Qi Xuansu, grabbing Qi Xuansu with all kinds of hands and trying to pull Qi Xuansu off his horse.

Qi Xuansu knew that it was probably because of his shock that he extinguished a sun lamp. He wanted to escape, but he was shocked to find that all his cultivation had disappeared. He could not break away at all. He was pulled off the horse easily, and he felt like the world was spinning.

By the time Qi Xuansu came to his senses, he had already been pressed on the execution platform, and a cold breath was coming from the back of his neck.

Not far away is the white paper used to cover the face, with a little figure drawn on it, exactly like Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu knew that he was in trouble and wanted to resist, but found that his strength was only that of an ordinary young man. It was difficult to raise his head, let alone resist.

The executioner drank for the third time, and then sprayed it on the ghost head knife in his hand for the third time.

If nothing unexpected happens, Qi Xuansu will soon be dead and dismembered.

The dead "crowd" became lively again, and the noise came like a tide again.

Qi Xuansu roared angrily, his eyes turned red, and he tried his best to break free from the shackles of the ghost soldiers. At the critical moment of life and death, he didn't know where to generate strength. Not only did he raise his head, he even overturned the ghost soldier on his body to the ground.

Although these ghost soldiers were weird, their strength was that of ordinary people. Qi Xuansu couldn't hold them down after being pulled away violently.

Qi Xuansu lost his strength and cultivation, but he did not forget his martial arts skills in fighting with others. He took advantage of the situation and bumped into another ghost soldier. These ghost soldiers were really just like ordinary people, and they were immediately knocked off their feet by Qi Xuansu.

At this moment, the "crowd" watching the fun below gave up. Seeing that the excitement was over, they wanted to run away. They immediately rushed over and stretched out their withered palms to capture Qi Xuansu.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. Qi Xuansu did not have the strength of a martial artist to be different from ordinary people at this time, so he did not dare to compete with so many "people", so he turned around and ran away.

Fortunately, Qi Xuansu's bad horse was really smart and did not run away. Instead, it came to rescue Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu jumped from the execution platform, jumped on the horse's back, and then galloped wildly.

Although all of those "people" looked ferocious, they were just like living people, running away for fear of being hit by a horse.

Qi Xuansu just rushed out on horseback.

After running for a while, Qi Xuansu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was chasing him.

At this moment, a team of people picking up brides and brides came towards them. The groom's face was covered with snow-white powder, two balls of blush, his lips were smeared with lipstick as red as blood, and he was riding a maroon horse. horse.

Behind the horse is a porter carrying the bride's trousseau. In front of the horse is a porter carrying the bride's toiletry box. In front of the horse is a sedan, which is decorated with various plants and flowers. This can be called a "bridal sedan". Behind the sedan is a porter carrying A load of fish means that the woman's mother's family wishes her husband wealth and wealth.

When you get closer, if you take a closer look, you can see that the groom, the red horse, the sedan chair, the bearers, the dowry, and the people playing and playing music are all made of paper.

Qi Xuansu looked at the groom's eyes, which had no whites but black eyes, and thought something bad in his heart. He looked around with the corner of his eyes and saw a spring building next to him. Through the window pane, he could see a woman inside dressing up in the mirror. After a while, she seemed dissatisfied, so the woman tore off the upper skin on her face to reveal her true face, with a green face and jagged teeth. The woman spread the dough on the table, picked up a colored pen and drew a few strokes on it, then threw the pen aside, then covered her face with the dough with both hands, and instantly transformed into a beautiful woman.

Could this be a painting from a fairy tale?

Qi Xuansu was so cold when he saw it, but he refused to wait for death. He got off his horse, led the horse to the roadside, left the horse outside the door, and entered the spring building to avoid the group of paper figures.

In an instant, the woman's laughter burst out loud and echoed in all directions, making it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from.

The woman with eyebrows and sideburns earlier appeared in front of Qi Xuansu, staring at Qi Xuansu as if looking at a piece of delicious fat.

Qi Xuansu only felt a layer of goosebumps. This was different from fighting in the arena. He died in the hands of others. It was also a real fight. If he died, he could only blame himself for being inferior to others. After all, he was an understandable ghost.

But what does it mean to die in such an inexplicable place? That's a real fool.

The female ghost didn't care so much and rushed towards Qi Xuansu with long nails, fangs looming in her mouth, and her tongue hanging directly to her chest.

Qi Xuansu gritted his teeth and punched the female ghost in the head.

To Qi Xuansu's surprise, the female ghost was staggered by the punch. She seemed stunned. After being stunned for a while, she covered her face and started sobbing.

Qi Xuansu was startled for a moment, and then realized that he had no cultivation base, but the "people" here seemed to be the same as him. In addition to some scary skills, they also had no magical powers, and were just "ordinary people". Moreover, he still has the strength of a young man, and even the previous ghost soldiers were overthrown by him. In addition, he is a practitioner after all. As long as he is not afraid, how can this weak woman who does skin and flesh business be his opponent? This is not a martial arts story. Those powerful women like to hide in the court and work as courtesans.

Qi Xuansu became bold when he thought of this. Seeing that there were several turtle slaves wearing green turbans around him who were timid and did not dare to step forward, one of them jumped over and punched one after another, knocking them all down to the ground.

Seeing how terrifying the evil star Qi Xuansu was, the painted-skinned woman didn't care to cry and ran away quickly.

"Hmph, you want to escape?" Qi Xuansu chased after him with a quick stride, trying to grab this "painted skin" back.

At this moment, a knife slashed out diagonally.

Qi Xuansu was startled and stopped suddenly.

The blade almost grazed Qi Xuansu's fingertips. If he had been a step later, half of his arm would have been cut off by the knife.

Now he has no magical powers derived from flesh and blood. If his arm is gone, it is really gone.

Qi Xuansu raised his eyes and saw that it was the executioner from the previous execution ground, holding the blue ghost-headed knife, chasing after him at some point.

Qi Xuansu secretly thought that this old boy was quite sinister. When he turned around earlier, there was no one in sight. Taking advantage of his relaxed vigilance, he quietly touched him.

However, Qi Xuansu is no longer afraid of him. Neither side has magical powers, which is equivalent to the same level of cultivation. Isn't this a fight in the same realm? Qi Xuansu has never been afraid of anyone.

Qi Xuansu looked around and saw an iron candlestick. He reached out and took the candlestick and used it as a fork.

The executioner didn't say anything, he raised the ghost-headed knife in his hand and struck Qi Xuansu on the head.

Qi Xuansu did not dodge or dodge, but raised the candlestick in his hand horizontally in front of him to block the sword and test the executioner's strength. If he is strong, he will fight. If he is weak, he will go straight up.

However, to Qi Xuansu's expectation, the blow he blocked fell into the air. Not only did it not receive the force, but it also did not touch anything real.

It wasn't that Qi Xuansu's move failed, but that the executioner's ghost-headed sword seemed to be just an illusion, passing through the horizontal candlestick in Qi Xuansu's hand and slashing towards Qi Xuansu's neck.

Qi Xuansu only had one thought at this time, this old boy is playing dirty tricks, using magical powers?