I have an eternal eye

Sure enough, there is a legacy!

Zhang Biao's heart was pounding.

During his trip to the Snake Mountain Witch Temple, he saw the weird and terrifying things in the spiritual world. Without relevant knowledge and skills, he had no power to resist no matter how good his skills were.

With this Nuo noodle, can I travel through the spiritual world? !

Unfortunately, it requires cultivation during the Qi refining period.

Just holding this thing in your hand will feel like needles. If you don't have enough cultivation to wear it, you will probably be unlucky.

Also, the information prompts "Xiangliang died of eating, and Nuo is longing for the soul to be watered...".

I have never heard of "Xiangliang", but it is probably the name of the tiger-headed monster enshrined in the Witch Temple.

"Death" he knew.

"Zhe" means that in ancient times, animals were killed to offer sacrifices to gods, which meant dismembering the animals. Now it has evolved into the most brutal torture.

"Daliang Lvshu" records: The punishment of breaking the ointment, also known as the crime of being cut into pieces, is what people call being cut into pieces with thousands of swords.

Zhenxing was easily ineffective. He had seen it once and left feeling uncomfortable in the middle of the process.

It is said that those who were punished would turn into ghosts because of the torture. After the execution, iron nails that sealed the town would be driven into their heads.

Therefore, "甔死" also represents a fierce ghost.

"Xiangliang eats and dies, Nuo faces longing for souls..."

Could it be that this thing can swallow fierce ghosts?

It has been damaged, but it is still ranked at the third level of Huangpin, which shows that the inheritance contained in it is much more powerful than my own "Three Yang Sutra"!

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao became more cautious. He originally wanted to put it back in the hidden compartment of the beam, but after thinking about it, he wrapped it in a leather bag and buried it under the wall of the backyard together with the "Three Yang Sutra".

Now that we have the inheritance, the next step is to cultivate the Qi sense as soon as possible and enter the Qi refining period.

Of course, we must first get rid of the ghost of Granny Wu.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao turned back to the side room, picked up two leather arm guards wrapped with chains, and fastened them carefully.

This is the soul hook passed down from his family.

This object is forged from meteorite iron and has extraordinary toughness. I heard that it was made by our ancestors when they were still wealthy. It is considered a treasure in the world and is famous.

But he looked at it with his spiritual eyes and found that it was still a mortal treasure, not of high grade.

It was passed down to him after his father's death.

After putting on his military uniform and equipping himself with a horizontal sword, Zhang Biao took off the oil-paper umbrella on the wall and said in a deep voice to the people around him: "Grandma Wu, if you want to see Xiao and the others fall to the ground, you have to follow them!"

After saying that, he opened the door.

Boom boom boom!

A knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, accompanied by Wang Xin's lazy voice.

"Brother Biao, open the door quickly!"

Zhang Biao quickly stepped forward and opened the courtyard door. Seeing his men Tie Shouming and Wang Xin, he immediately frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

Tie Shouming cupped his hands and said, "Boss, there has been some unrest in Beijing recently and there is a shortage of manpower. The superiors want you to return to the Yamen in advance to take orders."

Zhang Biao thoughtfully nodded and said: "It's really not peaceful recently. Well, when I go to the West City to watch the execution, I will go back to the Yamen."

After that, he strode into the rain holding an umbrella.

Tie Shouming and Wang Xin glanced at each other, both with expressions of embarrassment on their faces, but they still followed closely...

………………

According to the rules of the West Market, the market has already opened.

When Zhang Biao and the others arrived, the gate was already wide open. Even at the end of the autumnal equinox and the autumn rain was cold, the West Market was still crowded with people and cars.

Zhang Biao suddenly stiffened and stopped.

He could feel a sudden chill on the back of his spine, a cold air lingering around his body, and the water in the ground threatened to condense into frost.

Oops, why did it suddenly happen at this time?

Zhang Biao was a little helpless and immediately walked quickly holding an umbrella to prevent others from discovering something strange.

When passing by Guitouliu, he deliberately made a large circle to avoid it and walked into the nearby Jinyu Tower.

"Waiter, in the private room upstairs, make some tea, water, dried fruits and snacks."

"Okay, sir, please come in."

After going upstairs, Zhang Biao found a private room near the window. He was relieved when he saw the hustle and bustle of people outside the window.

He did not use his spiritual eyes to examine the ruins of the Witch Temple, but he guessed in his mind that it was also connected to the spiritual world like the ghost willow.

The people of Yi Chonghui had no abnormality before. It was probably the ghost of Granny Wu who followed him into the cave, causing everyone to fall into the spirit world.

This is just a guess,

But he didn't dare to gamble.

If Guitouliu also caused the spirit world to descend, none of the people watching the excitement would be able to escape.

Yes, a lot of people have gathered below.

In Yujing City, many people like to watch beheadings, even with a kind of morbid obsession. They rush to the front row regardless of wind or rain.

There is even a certain amount of elegance and skill involved in seeing a beheaded person.

The officials who committed the crime are the most detestable. No matter what the reason for their conviction, they deserve to be spitted and scolded as “dog officials”. Watching these normally aloof men cry for their fathers and mother-in-law makes me feel happy from the bottom of my heart...

There is a difference between Jianghu and Green Forest.

Whether you are murdering, robbing, or raping, as long as you hold your neck and shout, "You will be a hero again in twenty years," you will get a lot of applause...

But if you are so scared that you pee your pants, it will cause laughter and everyone will look down upon you...

In short, after watching the beheading, there was plenty of conversation for the next few days, and all kinds of absurd and uninhibited stories were circulated.

Today, the death row prisoners will be beheaded, and the Ministry of Punishment has posted notices early, so many people came in advance to occupy their seats.

The vendors selling breakfast around were also very busy, and the entire West Market was like a temple fair.

"Brother Biao, why are you running so fast!"

At this time, Wang and Xin also entered the private room and complained non-stop as soon as they sat down.

Zhang Biao was still thinking about the Nuo noodles incident and asked casually, "Has anything happened during the night patrol these days?"

Tie Shouming said solemnly: "We only caught a few empty thieves. The gangs in the city may have gotten the news and they are all very honest."

Wang Xin smiled and said: "Brother Biao, don't worry. Although Huo Feng is an official fan, he has two brushes and has connected with the Jinwu Guards. We will wait for the night patrol to find something fishy, ​​and the Jinwu Guards will arrive in a moment."

Tie Shouming also gossiped: "I heard that Liang Dingshan, the deputy general in charge of the right camp of the Jinwu Guard, and Huo Feng were from the same school, and both learned the Plum Blossom Liuhe Spear."

"Liang Dingshan?"

Wang Xin's eyes lit up, "I heard that he has a daughter named Liang Qiuyue. She is known as Qiuyue Peerless, the Jade-faced Overlord. She is not only good at martial arts, but also beautiful..."

Tie Shouming took a sip of tea and said coldly, "Do you think people can like you?"

Wang Xin immediately lamented: "Brother Tie, you have to be kind..."

The two were playing tricks and joking, but Zhang Biao's attention was completely attracted by Guitou Liu.

The autumn rain is pouring, and the willow branches are green.

Under the towering willow tree, the wooden execution platform that had been built for many years was somewhat decayed, and the stains of old blood were black and mottled.

The executioners in the Ministry of Punishment are already busy, sharpening knives, setting up wooden basins, burning incense... continuing the process passed down from their ancestors.

There are good and bad aspects of the executioner's profession.

The good thing is that in addition to the court salary, you can also receive red envelopes from family members and give the death row prisoners a happy life.

The bad thing is that if you kill people all day long, no matter how good-tempered you are, there will always be a viciousness lingering around you, and no decent girl would dare to marry him.

Even so, there are many people who want to do it.

Those who are busy working are all apprentices, and the executioner in charge of executions sits on the chair with a big golden sword.

He is tall, fat and strong, with his head wrapped in a red scarf and his face full of flesh. He is squinting and drinking a large bowl of tea.

This person's name is Ma Tang, who has been an executioner for generations. He is the third eldest son in his family. His two brothers both died young. He is known as Ma San, the golden sword, and is a famous sharp knife in the Ministry of Punishment.

He looks stupid, but in fact he is slippery.

Everything is the same as usual.

But a trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Biao's eyes.

He practiced the Three Yang Sutra, and although he had not yet mastered the Qi Sense, he felt extremely sensitive.

This ghost-headed willow seems to be even more eerie...

Is it possible that it can still evolve?

If so, it will lead to disaster sooner or later.

But it's useless to burn it.

Although Zhang Biao did not understand the relevant knowledge yet, he already had a guess in his mind that once this thing is connected to the spiritual world, it will be difficult to cut off.

Just like the witch temple, which has been in ruins for at least a thousand years, it can still drag people into the spiritual world.

I don’t know how the ancient practitioners responded...

"I'm coming!"

At this moment, there was a commotion among the crowd below.

Outside the West Market Gate, the officials from the Criminal Department appeared in formation, holding water and fire sticks to scold the crowd and open a passage.

The prison officer rode on horseback, with a donkey cart behind him pulling prison cages. Inside were all death-row prisoners with disheveled hair, shackles and chains, and scars all over their bodies.

The crowd suddenly became excited.

Rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and gravel rained down on these condemned prisoners.

There was also the naughty child who pooped stinky feces in the street, grabbed it and threw it over, causing the people around him to burst into laughter.

When the supervisor saw this, he ignored him.

A hundred years ago, there was a report from Qingliu, saying that executions were carried out in public, and the people all jumped for joy, and cruelty and poison flourished. If things go on like this, the heart of benevolence and righteousness will no longer exist.

However, a great Confucian who was famous for his benevolence and righteousness refuted it in court, saying that the people feared the law so that they could have peace and worked hard all day long. It was better to use beheading to vent their anger than to direct their grievances against the court...

From then on, no one mentioned it again.

Death row inmates also behave differently.

Some are half dead, with only one breath left...

Some faces were hit with stones and blood flowed, but they remained silent and just looked at the sky, with only numbness on their faces...

There was also a one-eyed man who roared at the surrounding people: "If you die, you will die. At most, you will get a scar as big as a bowl!"

The words were bold, but the voice was trembling, and the smell of urine dripping from his crotch made the people laugh at him.

"Hey, what kind of hero is this? Why are you so scared that you pee?"

"What a bullshit thief, nothing more than that!"

In the midst of this chaos and noise, the noon clock rang.

The prison officer stood on the wooden platform, holding a document and read loudly: "This year there are too many new crimes, and the criminal department is out of order. Although the emperor's grace is great and the world is amnesty, evil crimes such as rebellion and murder are not among them... This is not the case. Pardon, make sure that the officials and the people will fear and never forget!"

After that, he shouted: "Verify your identity!"

When a small official came forward, he grabbed the death row prisoner's messy hair and pulled it back, revealing his face.

"Wang Dacheng, male, 7 out of 30, murdered an official of the imperial court, clean himself up!"

"Ms. Qiu Li, a girl in her twenties, has poisoned her husband's entire family. Please be honest!"

"Zhang Zhao, male, eighteen years old..."

Following the reports, the heads of the death row prisoners were exposed one by one, and the common people continued to spit on them.

Finally, the clerk came to a disheveled man and grabbed his hair, revealing a face full of scars and a beard.

"Xiao San, male, thirty-one, kills people and steals wealth... straighten his body!"

Zhang Biao's expression changed and he stood up suddenly.

That death row prisoner,

It’s not Xiao San at all!