The wind is blowing, master. So cool! "
A gust of wind quietly flowed into the hut used by the executioner to provide shade, bringing a rare coolness to the originally dull air. At this time, Wang Niogen, who was finely sharpening the beheading knife in the hay shed, couldn't help but straighten his bent body and sighed.
"Hmm..." After hearing this, Wang Xiong, the executioner who was sitting nearby and smoking a cigarette, puffed out a puff of smoke and nodded in response.
"Master, in such a hot weather, do you think it will rain soon?" Wang Niogen grabbed the corner of his clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.
"It's hard to say. People say that the weather in May and June is just like a child's face. It changes at any time." Wang Xiong replied, looking up at the sky outside.
"Master is right. In the weather in May and June, it is not uncommon for the sun to rain at the same time. But the weather is so hot, it would be comfortable if it could rain to cool down." Wang Niogen said and walked towards A ladle of water was scooped up in front of the water tank on the side, and he drank a few sips.
"It's definitely a good thing if it rains, but I hope God waits until we finish cutting down the prisoners on the execution ground before it rains again," Wang Xiong said.
"Why?" Wang Niogen, who had finished drinking the water, threw the water ladle back into the water tank and asked curiously.
"You're stupid! It's not because it's unlucky." After hearing Wang Niogen's question, Wang Xiong immediately replied with anger on his face.
"Don't you think about what we do. Who are the good people who are going to be executed at three o'clock in the afternoon? They are either treacherous and evil, or they are heinous people. There must be resentment in them, so the government is We must use the energy of the solstice at three quarters of noon to destroy them so that they can no longer become ghosts. And in this case, we executioners will also be safe."
"If there is a cloudy and rainy day at 3:00 noon, and the dark clouds and rain cover the sun's solstice, then their souls can escape and become ghosts, and they may resent our executioners."
"Ah... Master, what should I do if it really rains?" Wang Niogen asked fearfully.
"This kind of situation usually does not happen, but I dare not say that there are no special circumstances. Generally speaking, the government will take back the death row prisoner first, and then choose another day to execute him. After all, if he continues to execute him on a rainy day, it is not Are you waiting to 'let them go'?" Wang Xiong slowly stood up and comforted Wang Niogen.
"Then if the government still wants to execute those death row prisoners, what should we do?" After hearing Wang Xiong's words, Wang Niogen breathed a sigh of relief, but still expressed his worries.
"It's okay. As you know, we all carry a talisman on us just to prevent this kind of thing. When you finish killing people, you can burn the talisman when it's over. At the same time, burn some more gold, silver and paper money for them. . Tell them that all they need to do is find the rightful owner and the rightful owner." At this moment, Wang Xiong walked up to Wang Niogen, patted the paper talisman he had hidden on his chest, and said calmly.
"Is this okay?" Wang Niogen couldn't help but asked doubtfully.
"Of course, master, can he still lie to you?" Wang Xiong replied with no doubt.
"Yes...yes...master wouldn't have lied to me then." Looking at Wang Xiong's expression, Wang Niogen didn't dare to question it anymore and apologized quickly.
"Wang Xiong, your business has come." At this time, a government servant came over from outside the hay shed and said to Wang Xiong. I saw someone following behind the Yamen servant.
"Okay, thank you Brother Xiao, I'll treat you to a drink later." Upon hearing this, Wang Xiong immediately put on a smile and replied to the Yamen servant.
However, Wang Xiong looks fierce, and his smile makes people uncomfortable no matter how he looks at it. Not only did it not make people feel his kindness, it actually had the opposite effect.
"Wang Xiong, I've told you, your smile is so charming, it's better not to laugh. Come on, I'm busy with other things, let's talk about it." The officer shuddered slightly, replied, and then turned around and left.
At this time, the people who had followed the government officials were standing outside the hut in a daze, at a loss.
"Come in!" Wang Xiong said "kindly" to the visitor.
"Okay...ok..." Hearing Wang Xiong's sudden voice, the visitor replied in shock.
"What do you call me, brother?" Wang Xiong took a moment to look at the visitor, and seeing that he was dressed simply, he felt a little regretful that he was another master who couldn't be fattened.
"My name is Lin Shishi, hello, Your Majesty..." the visitor replied.
Lin Shishi's "Prince" called Wang Xiong into his heart. He is an executioner, and most people usually avoid him to avoid getting into trouble. So let alone respect him.
Although Wang Xiong also knew that he would not die as a prince in this life, Lin Shishi's "Prince" had the same pronunciation as that noble prince, which made him feel so comfortable when he heard it, and a look of pleasure immediately appeared on his face. color.
"Come to me, you must understand what's going on. But someone in the family has tuberculosis?①" Wang Xiong asked.
"Yes, my puppy's fate is not good, come on." Lin Shishi nodded and replied.
"Then I won't ask any more questions. Human blood steamed buns usually come in two and a half pieces. It's not easy to see you, even if you get one or two pieces. They are fresh blood. They stick to each other as soon as they are cut. I have seen it with my own eyes. No one can be deceived." At this moment, Wang Xiong seemed to be no longer a vicious executioner, but a hawker selling goods on the street. The change was so fast that Wang Niogen, who was watching from the sidelines, was filled with admiration.
"Have you brought the steamed buns? How many do you want?" Wang Xiong asked quickly without giving Lin Shishi time to react.
"Three..."
"Okay, give me the steamed buns, and prepare the money at the same time. Hand over the money in one hand and the steamed buns in the other." Wang Xiong said cheerfully.
"My lord, there is a patient at home, and I have been taking medicine for a while. The cost is really too much. Look, can you make it cheaper for me?" Lin Shishi didn't dare to be too kind to Wang Xiong, and lowered his head and looked at his toes to bargain. road.
"You also know that I am selling at a real price. The three steamed buns you want are only for three heads, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced. After eating these three human blood steamed buns, your family's illness will be cured. Yes. You can't save this money!" Wang Xiong advised.
"I'm not afraid of the prince's jokes. If I can afford the money, I definitely don't dare to bargain with you. I'm so poor!" Lin Shishi said in a low voice. It seemed that he was not asking for advice from Wang Xiong, but was asking for advice. Talk to yourself.
"Okay, looking at what you're wearing, I know it's not easy for you. Well, I'll make another exception and give you a lower price. Twenty-two-five dollars, this time it can't be less. Otherwise, I won't be able to help you. "Wang Xiong looked at Lin Shishi again, looked at the few patches that appeared on his clothes, and said with a "sad" look.
"Okay, okay, thank you so much, Your Majesty..." After hearing this, Lin Shishi quickly nodded and bowed to Wang Xiong and said gratefully.
"Wang Xiong...it's almost time. Hurry and get ready to go to the execution ground..."
Note ①: It is nonsense to say that human blood steamed buns can cure tuberculosis, but there are always quack doctors who disagree.
②: If you have a ticket, please point it out. What? Not giving? Then don’t give it! Anyway, the ticket is yours, not mine. It’s mine, so I gave it to you.
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