Republic of China

Chapter 61 Thousands of Blades Added to the Body
Zheng Manbao suddenly opened his eyes with the severe pain that was like eroding the bones and marrow.

Dark sky, heavy clouds.

There was also the butcher's knife that was chopping in front of my eyes.

Zheng Manbao, lying on the stone chopping board, screamed in pain.

During the struggle, he saw that his left foot was severed at the wrist, and blood was gushing out.

However, Zheng Manbao's limbs were tightly tied and fixed with iron chains, making him unable to move at all.

He didn't know what he was saying, but he just instinctively wanted to beg for mercy.

But when he saw the figure who had taken the knife, all his words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he was frightened back.

Wearing a blood-stained short coat and holding a thick-backed bone-cutting knife, it looks like the most conventional butcher. The only difference is its head.

A black and shiny bull head with severed horns!
"Good tendons."

Holding Zheng Manbao's severed foot, the ox-headed butcher began to comment. After feeling Zheng Manbao's horrified gaze, he turned around and grinned, then slashed down with the bone-cutting knife again.

"Ahhhh-!!"

The shrill screams could be heard far away.

But no one in this strange world responded to Zheng Manbao.

Holding the sole of the foot he had just chopped off, the Niutou Butcher began to criticize it again, turning a deaf ear to Zheng Manbao's cries of sorrow.

At this time, a sheep-headed man wearing a cheongsam walked to the stone pier, pinching his nose with a look of disgust.

"Why didn't you touch him? He smells like urine."

The bull-headed butcher scratched the back of his head, and Wengli Weng replied angrily: "Only whip eggs like this can be sold at a good price, and they will no longer be fresh if they are dead and recast."

When he heard that he could sell it for more money, the sheep-headed man suddenly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, that's what happened. Why are you still standing there? Keep chopping."

"Hey~ Okay~"

The bone-cutting knife continued to swing down, slashing along the joints of Zheng Manbao's legs one after another, causing broken bones and blood to fly everywhere.

However, apart from screaming and wailing, Zheng Manbao couldn't shout a single word, and his voice was more like some kind of animal, definitely not a human being.

Soon, everything below the chest was chopped into pieces.

The cow-headed butcher changed his boning knife and stepped forward, carefully cutting off Zheng Manbao's internal organs.

First comes the lungs and intestines.

Then the liver and gallbladder.

kidneys.

Spleen and stomach.

heart.

When everything was clean, the bull-headed butcher took out both knives, leaving only Zheng Manbao's head with some vertebrae.

"By the way, Wang Yuanwai from the neighboring village likes to eat soup stewed with eyeballs. I dug it up quickly while it was still fresh and fresh."

"Hey~ Okay~"

The true pain of thousands of blades put Zheng Manbao on the verge of collapse.

Logically speaking, he should have died of pain long ago.

But I don’t know why, but I was able to retain the minimum clear consciousness. From the first cut to the present, I fully experienced the true feeling of being on the chopping board.

When his eyes, tongue, and chin flesh were gouged out with a knife, Zheng Manbao became completely blind and mute.

Not only did this not make him more miserable, but it gave him an inexplicable relief.

"Work harder. This is the number 11 piglet. Get rid of that black piglet quickly. Shopkeeper Chen and his father-in-law like this. Piglets are several times more expensive than full-grown pigs. Don't be vague."

"How can you~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Manbao's blind eyes suddenly regained their clarity.

He was still lying on the blood-stained stone chopping board, his whole body intact.The bull-headed butcher and the cheongsam-clad sheep-headed man were smiling kindly at him.

In an instant, all Zheng Manbao's sense of relief disappeared.

What was replaced was the coldness and fear like falling into an abyss.

Outside the prison.

Zheng Manbao was indeed tied to the chopping board of the stone pier with hemp rope, no different from an animal.

It's just that he has fallen into a coma, his breathing is getting faster and faster, and big beads of sweat are falling down, as if what he is lying on is not a chopping board but a steamer.

Chang Luoguan took the figurative old scalper who came to claim his life and wrapped the reins around Zheng Manbao's neck.

"If you have a grudge or a grudge, you can chop it up as you please."

Every time his fingers flicked the reins, the unconscious Zheng Manbao's face would look a little painful, and the old scalper's hidden resentment would fade a little.

I am afraid that no one can truly understand except Zheng Manbao, who has experienced it firsthand.

But Zhao Sanyuan can make a rough guess.

At this moment, he and Kang Muang were tying up a scarecrow of equal height.

"Brother, is your method okay? The old cow will wake up sooner or later. When the time comes, he will find out that it was your old fairy who set up the scene. He will have to vent his anger on you. If you ask me, let's have a good discussion with them, such as burning more Order some paper money as a memorial or something."

Zhao Sanyuan was helpless, "Are you stupid? The animals being slaughtered are animals. Is there any place to spend the paper money for them? It's not as practical as burning some paper animals to match them."

Kang Muang slapped his forehead and suddenly realized, "That's right! You must be smart, brother. The biggest instinct of animals is to eat and rebel against the herd. I will count how many animals Lao Zheng has killed recently. Let's burn two of them one by one and kill them all." Two concubines, they will definitely put things to rest."

"Shit, you said it will take hundreds of paper bindings at least. Which company has so much inventory? Even if we rush out the work, Lao Zheng will be beaten to death."

Zhao Sanyuan handed over the finishing work of the scarecrow to Kang Muang, then took out the animal whip from the pen and poured a bucket of cold well water.

"Xue Song, use a whip dipped in cold water to hit your father's lower body. I'll support him. Remember, don't hit me."

"Ah?" Zheng Xuesong was stunned on the spot, completely confused as to what Master Zhao was doing.

At first, it was outrageous enough to tie up his own father and drag him here like an animal, but now this posture seems even more outrageous.

Zhao Sanyuan didn't explain much, "Ah, what? Your father can choose the death penalty, but the living crime must be paid twice as much. Do you really think that the laws of nature are easy to fool? Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

In desperation, Zheng Xuesong could only bite the bullet and follow the instructions.

But in front of him was his biological father who gave birth to him and raised him. He was so filial that he couldn't do anything harsh. It was said to be a whip, but in fact it was only a light bang.

Zhao Sanyuan said in a deep voice: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. Now your father is being slaughtered repeatedly in his sleep. As time goes by, he will never wake up again. Have you seen the reins tied around your father's neck?" When it breaks, it's the end of everything. If you really want to save your father's life, give me a hard whip now!"

Zheng Xuesong could see the old scalper and the reins clearly, but he couldn't see Chang Luoguan who was playing the reins.

Without it, Lao Zheng would probably be worn to death by now.

But as Zhao Sanyuan said, can the laws of heaven be easily fooled?
There is no room for failure in every aspect of the next step, otherwise the Zheng family will have to wait for a funeral.

"smoke!"

Snapped--

Zheng Xuesong gritted his teeth and whipped his father's right leg hard with the whip, causing lint to fly out of the cotton trousers wrapped around him.

At this moment, Zheng Xuesong suddenly realized that the usually inconspicuous whip was so powerful.

Snapped--

It turns out that this thing falls on one animal after another every day. In comparison, how do those bright butcher knives taste?

in a dream.

Zheng Manbao, who coexists with collapse and sobriety, no longer knows how many times he has been slaughtered.

He thought that when fear reached a certain level, it would become paralyzing.

However, this is just wishful thinking.

The despair and pain grew stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)