Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

As one of the martial arts masters who sit in the sky prison, this time he will be the supervisor of the execution ground to avoid accidents such as robbing the execution ground.

"I'm coming!"

"Oh, it really was a big battle. Although only one person lost his head today, but judging from this battle, it is not as small as the beheading of hundreds of people before."

The people at Caishikou hastily stepped aside to make room for the officers and soldiers, and then scrambled to stretch their necks and look towards the middle of the officers and soldiers.

It was a prison cart pulled by horses, and there was only one person in the prison cart.

Inside the prison car was an old man with slightly white temples, who seemed to be over sixty years old, not young anymore.

Although the old man was old, he was muscular, wearing a prison uniform, dirty all over, with long gray hair hanging on his shoulders, and his lips were chapped. He just stood in the cage of the prison car.

The station cage is very narrow. It is an iron cage weighing several hundred kilograms. It can only accommodate the prisoner standing up. He cannot sit down, rest or bend and stretch his body. Only one head is stuck outside the iron cage, which can be seen clearly by the people.

Chapter 130 Chapter 125 The day the head fell (3k

clang clang clang.

The brave soldiers beat the gong to clear the way for the prison car in the middle.

The loud sound of the gong startled a large group of people around, and after they dispersed for a while, more people gathered from a distance to watch the old man standing in the cage.

"Caishikou has beheaded again!"

"Honey, come out to watch the beheading. I heard that only one person lost his head this time. If you come out late, you won't be able to catch up!"

"As expected of the well-known Caishikou in the imperial capital, I heard that countless dignitaries and dignitaries have lost their souls here. We have just arrived in the imperial capital, and this happened to us... Let's go and have a look."

"This old man's name is Qiao Zhong? It was rumored a while ago. I heard that the scholar said that he dared to challenge the gods. I don't think he only has two eyes and one nose. It doesn't look like much."

"I heard that he witnessed Wu Shengren's death under the sky thunder with his own eyes, and he is the only assassin who has not yet died, but it seems that this is the end of it today."

"This person doesn't respect gods or kings. He has no king or god in his heart. How can he live in the world?"

"Today, I had an appointment with someone to go to the Chengdong Theater to listen to a play. Why did the government choose to behead me at this time?"

"What theater do you want to go to? When can't you go to the theater? Beheading doesn't happen every day."

At the entrance of the tea house facing the street, Jiang Chen looked at the crowds of people who gathered around to watch the excitement, but his heart was slightly bitter.

"I thought this imperial capital was the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty after all. The residents here may be different. It seems that I am overthinking. No matter Nanzhou or Zhongzhou, after all, there are immortal gates on it." Jiang Chen sighed in his heart. .

Ever since Emperor Yonghe worshiped the gods, Qiao Mu had been in the dungeon for about a month.

During this month, Qiao Mu and Hai Wuya discussed martial arts and the unfinished "Human Dao Jing" all day long, and they couldn't feel the time flies.

In a month's time, the information about the Qiao family that was interrogated by Wayne, the God of the World, was not as expected.

Both Emperor Yonghe and Xianmen gradually lost patience, and finally Emperor Yonghe ordered Qiao Mu to be beheaded.

And during this month, Jiang Chen traveled all the way from Heyang Mansion in Nanzhou to this Zhongzhou with Shunfenger.

Where there are tide-makers, there are Tide Tide Buildings.

There are already many storytellers chasing the tide in Tingchao Building, especially Jiang Chen who is interested in the stories of Qiao's family.

"How is it? Can you see clearly? This is Qiao Zhong's face." Shun Feng Er asked beside him.

"I see clearly, there are indeed some similarities with the three of Qiao Sen and his son who were in Yancheng back then, but they are obviously much older." Jiang Chen judged;

"Since Qiao Zhong has entered the sky prison, it is naturally impossible to use any disguise technique to disguise his face. The current face is his true face."

"So, this Qiao Zhong is indeed a relative of Qiao Sen and his son, and also Qiao's family."

Along the way, he also heard or witnessed some deeds of Qiao's family.

Now that he came to Zhongzhou, he had to witness the death of another Qiao family member.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling sad.

And it wasn't Qiao Zhong's death that made him feel emotionally ups and downs.

After all, this was not the first time he had witnessed the death of Qiao's family.

Before Jiang Chen became a storyteller, he was also a quack at any rate, and he was used to killing people and losing their heads.

What made his thoughts fluctuate were the people watching the excitement at Caishikou in the surrounding area.

Among these people, there are burly warriors with sharp eyes, Confucian scholars in robes, rich and noble families in extraordinary clothes, and even yellow and emaciated working people, children and young children.

The crowd was different, but they all watched the beheading at the entrance of the vegetable market. It was a noisy place, more lively than rushing.

.........

The prison car passing through the middle of the busy city naturally attracted the attention and followers of many people.

When the prison van arrived at the execution ground at Caishikou, there was already a circle around it, and it was even more lively than the previous vegetable market.

The people behind pushed the people in front to squeeze forward, and a tall and strong warrior in front of the crowd frowned and said angrily:

"Why squeeze? Are you rushing to reincarnate? Hurry to the front if you want to reincarnate!"

The tall man looked back, but saw that the person squeezing him turned out to be a short, hunchbacked old man.

"Excuse me, someone in my family is sick." Holding two or three slightly yellowed steamed buns in his hand, the hunchbacked old man smiled apologetically at the big man.

The tall man seemed to understand something, his slightly frowning brows relaxed, and moved with compassion, he stepped aside a little and let the old man come forward.

"What do you want him to do? You don't know who this hunchbacked old Zhang is." At this moment, a voice sounded from the crowd nearby.

"There is no sick person in his family. Once this steamed bun is dipped in blood, the price will increase tenfold immediately. He can sell it to poor people who are in a hurry to go to the doctor. Do you think you are helping others?"

As the sound sounded, the hunchbacked old man also changed color suddenly, obviously he was seen through on the spot.

"I dip some blood for others, earn some hard money, and let others feel at ease. What's wrong?" the old man said with a stiff neck.

"That's right. How much blood do you need? Are three steamed buns enough? If not, I'll stick to it later and spray a little more blood." At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

The old man looked up and saw that it was Qiao Mu, the condemned prisoner who had just stepped out of the cage. He seemed to have heard their conversation and reluctantly took a small step. The heavy special shackles under his feet made a clanking sound, and he was smiling at them at this moment. .

"Uh..." The hunchbacked old man who was eager to soak in blood was also stunned, subconsciously took two steps back.

It wasn't the first time he saw beheading, but it was the first time he saw someone as calm as the old man in front of him, as if he wasn't the one who was about to be beheaded.

"Shut up, have you been told to speak?" Immediately, officers and soldiers shouted sharply.

This Qiao Mu is a useless person because his meridians have been cut off, and because Wayne ordered him to do so, even though he stayed in the prison for a while, he didn't receive any serious punishment.

It's just that when the execution day was approaching, he was pulled into the cage of the prison station.

And that Qiao Mu was not in a hurry or annoyed when faced with the officers and soldiers, but cleared his throat, ready to start working:

"As the saying goes, a Taoist's words are good when he is about to die."

"I, Qiao Zhong, will die soon, but I still have a few words to say..."

Qiao Mu is in a good mood because he is going to die soon.

He was still thinking about a few lines in the dungeon, just for this moment.

What?prison Break?

Ever since Qiao Mu entered the sky prison, he never thought of getting out alive, and Jesus couldn't keep him alive, he said it himself!

Facing the multitude of people, Qiao Mu said proudly:

"Do you want to know where the treasure house of Wu Shengren is? If you want it, go find it."

"Although the martial sage is dead, the arsenal that collects martial arts from all over the world is still there, and the martial sage hid him deep in the mountain----"

"Shut up!" Suddenly there was a shout like thunder, which seemed to drown out Qiao Mu's voice, and made everyone's ears buzzing, and they couldn't hear Qiao Mu's words clearly.

The supervisor and beheader who sits in the execution ground is Qin Shiqing, a master of alchemy.

He knew that Qiao Mu's status was extraordinary, and the death of Wu Shengren was involved, so how could he turn this execution into a farce.

"Anything you want to say?" Supervisor Qin Shiqing just sneered, without any fluctuation in his gaze.

He was sitting in the sky prison, and he had heard about Qiao Zhong's deeds for a long time, so naturally he would not make any troubles at such a time.

"When you go to the court, you can't help yourself." Qin Shiqing said coldly:

"You committed the crime of assassinating the Holy Majesty and insulting the gods, and you are allowed to confess your last words slowly?"

"Hold on to me if you have something to say, and talk to Lord Yan after you enter the underworld!"

"What are you doing in a daze, don't do anything!" He ordered loudly.

The executioners who executed this sentence were all big men with big shoulders, thick waist, and extraordinary strength. They were dressed in rough linen and red outfits, and their heads were wrapped in red turbans.

Hearing Qin Shiqing's order at this moment, he stepped forward without daring to be negligent.

"Not on your knees!" shouted the executioner.

An executioner pressed the tree's shoulder hard, intending to kneel on the ground and behead him on the spot.

But at this moment, Qiao Mu, who had been smiling calmly, withdrew the smile from the corner of his mouth, and struggled violently.

"Death is death. If you want me to kneel down, it is absolutely impossible!" Qiao Mu's eyes were full of solemnity.

He was already a cripple whose meridians had all been cut off, with only the remaining strength of a fourth-rank martial artist left on his body, and he was wearing special heavy shackles, with his hands behind his back.

At this moment when he was struggling, his whole body was clanking, which made the big and thick executioners around him unable to get close.

"Killing is nothing more than nodding your head, you take this life." Qiao Mu shouted loudly:

"But my knees are hard and I can't kneel down!"

The noise of the surrounding crowd was a little louder, and the eyes of the people in the front row were all wide open, for fear of missing a little bit of the picture.

"Fight, fight, I want to see blood flow into rivers."

"I heard that Qiao Zhong is also a strong internal martial artist, but he shouldn't sit still!"

"Let me just say, what's so good about beheading a person, it's better to make a lot of trouble."

The public wanted to watch the excitement, but Qin Shiqing, who was in charge of the execution ground, naturally wouldn't sit idly by.

He stood up and walked behind the tree with big strides.

"I don't want to drink a toast, but I have to make such a disgraceful scene before I die? I have to suffer some torture."

Qin Shiqing kicked out two consecutive kicks like lightning, and kicked Qiao Mu's knee on the back side of his leg.

The strength of these two feet is not low.

There was only a crackling sound, and the back of Qiao Mu's legs and knees were kicked hard and broke from them, and his body was about to plop forward and kneel.

But at this time, Qiao Mu twisted his waist abruptly. He was about to kneel forward, but fell sideways on the execution ground. The broken skin and flesh were exposed outside, and the onlookers gasped when they saw it, and they were shocked.

"What are you doing in a daze? Kill him!" Qin Shiqing stood aside and urged the executioner to come forward again.

The executioner clenched the Ghost Head Knife tightly, gritted his teeth, and slashed out with all his might.

A large head soared into the sky, and blood spattered out.

"Hey, dead!"

There was a lot of noise before the execution ground. The hunchbacked old man and several people lowered their heads and hurriedly took some steamed buns to dip in blood. In the confusion, the steamed buns were squeezed by others and fell to the ground. He was so anxious that his old tears were about to come out, and his busy work was for naught.

There was a lot of noise and chaos around.

Chapter 131 Chapter 126 The Dream of Enlightenment (3k

The executioner raised his knife and fell, a big head flew up, and blood gushed out, staining the loess under his feet.

The headless corpse fell to the ground and did not fall.

The bones of his knees were broken, and the stubbles of the bones were already stained red with blood. He leaned on the broken knee joints for support, and did not fall to the ground, but still stood there.

This death was really appalling, and even the people of the imperial capital who were used to executions at Caishikou were stunned.

After the amazement, there was a looting, and the crowd squeezed forward, eager to dip their blood.

Jiang Chen, the storyteller behind the crowd, watched this scene silently, feeling only a little sad in his heart.

He was rescued by Qiao's family, so at this time, his mood was ups and downs, and he was a little hard to control.

The warriors who were hidden in the crowd had dim eyes and started to leave in silence.

Among them, some people came because of Wu Shengren.

There are some warriors who regard Wu Shengren as their last hope. Even if they know that Wu Shengren has died under the thunder, they still think that Wu Shengren has something behind him, and maybe it will fall on Qiao Zhong, who was there at the time. .