But I heard someone shouting loudly: "It's three quarters past noon!"
The Fu Yin glared and shouted: "Cut him open!"
But I saw an old executioner, carrying a box, slowly coming onto the stage.
Put down the box, first take out a small copper stove from inside, and then take out a long-handled copper kettle with a slender and curved spout.
A small copper stove was placed on the box. Two pieces of silver charcoal inside burned red. A copper pot was placed on the stove. Cao Cao and others got closer and sniffed, and faintly smelled the aroma of ginseng.
After putting it away, he walked around Wang Ying a few times, mumbling something, and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his skinny upper body.
Then he took out a fist-sized object from a bag on his waist, held it in his hands, and muttered something unknown. Suddenly, it trembled in the wind, and everyone in the audience felt a fishy smell. After a closer look, they saw that It was an extremely fine fishing net, speckled with old blood and blackened grease.
Fan Rui looked a little listless at first, but now he stared and shouted in a low voice: "What a treasure! This thing is full of evil energy. If it is used to break the law, it will be harmful."
The old executioner spread the fishing net and draped it under Wang Dwarf's neck, including his body, hands and feet. Then he tied up the slip knot and the net tightened suddenly, making pieces of Wang Ying's skin and flesh protrude like fish scales. generally.
When Cao Cao saw it, he secretly said in shock: "It's okay, but later generations have come up with such poisonous punishments! Last time Wang Ying said that this punishment would cost 3,600 knives. I just thought he was bragging. Who can survive thousands of knives before dying?" ? Looking at this old man’s behavior now, I’m afraid that the number of 3,600 is not groundless.”
The book implicitly indicates that this Lingchi punishment originated from the Five Dynasties. By the time of Song Renzong, it was written into the "Song Xingtong", so Cao Cao had never seen it.
The old executioner tied up the fishing net and took out a small knife, which was no more than three inches long and only one finger wide. He still held it in the palm of his hand. After muttering for a while, he took a large bowl of shochu prepared nearby and took a big gulp. Swallowing it into his belly, his two old eyes stared at Southeast Xun's seat, he took a long breath, took another sip of wine, looked at Wang Ying and squirted, puff——
The sip of wine floated like clouds and mist, from head to toe, from front to back, everywhere was sprayed.
He took a sip of wine and sprayed it for ten breaths. An ordinary person would never have such strength. When the spectators in the audience witnessed such an amazing stunt, they immediately applauded.
The old executioner was calm and took his third sip of wine slowly. After these three sips of wine, the bowl was empty.
Without even finishing the sip of wine, he picked up the knife with three fingers, squirted the wine, stamped his feet, and roared like thunder: "The evil spirits are coming!"
His voice suppressed the cheers from the audience. The cheers were suppressed, and then exploded again.
Amidst the cheers, the old executioner cut off two pieces of meat from Wang Ying's chest, threw them one after another, and shouted: "Respect to heaven and earth!"
He turned around and struck again with the knife. A large piece of skin fell from Wang Ying's forehead, covering his eyes. The executioner shouted: "Cover the eyes!"
His left hand immediately took out a small porcelain jar from the bag on his waist. He picked it up with his fingernail and opened the lid. He dipped his index finger into it and dipped some unknown ointment into it. He quickly applied it to Wang Ying's wound.
This medicine is very effective in stopping bleeding, but when applied to a wound, the pain doubles. This is Ling Chi's secret recipe for cutting people.
As the medicine took effect, Wang Ying shivered in pain. She wanted to howl, but had no tongue, so she could only let out a hoarse roar. The audience was boiling, and it was hard to smell it even ten steps away.
Looking at the old executioner again, he no longer had the calm expression before. A pair of triangular old eyes stared hard, with a solemn and focused face. The knife in his hand was flying like a silver butterfly. Flesh and flesh the size of fingernails were flying in all directions, surrounding Wang Ying's body. Wednesday ruler faintly formed a circle.
The old executioner's left hand followed the knife closely. As soon as the flesh flew out, the ointment was immediately applied. In conjunction with his body movements when avoiding the flesh, he seemed to be dancing an extremely strange dance. In addition to being cruel, he was actually otherworldly. There is a sense of magnificence.
He cut for a long time before he stopped. His naked body was already dripping with sweat.
The old executioner breathed heavily, handed the knife to his left hand, lifted the copper pot on the stove, and took a sip first. Then he put the slender and curved spout into Wang Ying's mouth, tilted it slightly, and the spout reached his throat. Outside the eyes, Wang Ying couldn't help but drink a few sips. She felt a heat in her stomach spread to her whole body. Her fatigue disappeared and her pain became clear.
The old executioner's face also glowed with a strange red light, and he said in surprise: "Oh, wow, that's amazing! This ginseng is not 200 years old, but also 150 years old. It is worthy of being the Grand Master of the dynasty, and his actions are no small matter. . Haha, in the past, prisoners only drank some minced ginseng and mustard powder, how could you be so lucky?"
Not dissatisfied, he took another sip from the spout of the pot. He felt more energetic and said with a cheerful smile: "I have beheaded twenty-three people since I became an artist. I have never had such a good ginseng soup. Please." Thanks to you, if I take these few sips of good soup, I’m afraid I’ll live a few more years. Haha, I’ve been lonely all my life and never want to owe favors. Now that I’ve benefited from you, I’ll give you a reputation—”
As he spoke, he held up the knife and stabbed it quickly, cutting off the vocal cords in the cartilage of Wang Dwarf's throat.
Then he laughed and said: "Every one of the people I have chopped into pieces in my life screamed wildly and screamed to their heart's content. It is normal for you to eat people and take out their tongues. Although the screams cannot be heard far, you can still hear them. Now If you are silent like this, won't others admire you for being a tough guy? You are worthy of your status as the leader of the Liangshan Bo thieves. When you go to see the Lord of Hell, remember to tell me that I and you have no debt or debt."
He rested for a moment, regained some strength, smiled sinisterly, and swung the knife to cut again.
In the past, more than 300 cuts were made on the shoulders and arms, but this time they were cut on the abdomen. Wang Xiaohu was short and fat, and the skin on his abdomen was peeled off, revealing the yellow oil inside. It also flew around with the knife, and Wu Yong underneath After seeing it, I couldn't bear it anymore. I lowered my head and vomited all over the floor.
Gao Yanei's face was already pale, but he always remembered the competition with Wu Yong and gritted his teeth to endure it. This time he saw Wu Yong vomiting, and felt relieved. He smelled the putrid smell again, made a sound and bent down to vomit. Very vomiting.
He took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, then forced a smile and said, "What I said is true, right? If you don't eat something, wouldn't it be sad to spit out gall?"
Suddenly, he heard the sound of chirping next to him. He turned around and saw that it was Li Kui. He stared at Wang Ying with great interest while holding a big bowl and taking a sip from time to time.
Gao Yanei heard the sound of the soft and sticky apricot cheese entering his lower abdomen, and then looked at the butter dripping from Wang Ying's belly. His throat itched, and he vomited again, finally spitting out the green bile.
When Li Kui smelled the stench, he took a few steps away unhappily and said unhappily: "It's useless for you to wait like this! If I eat here and you vomit next to me, won't it disgust me to death?"
After that, he quickly picked up the big bowl and drank a few mouthfuls of sweets to relieve his nausea.
Unexpectedly, the spectators behind him also turned pale and their throats were about to tremble. They heard Li Kui yelling and looked over one after another. They saw him holding a bowl and drinking apricot cheese. Suddenly a rude man exclaimed: "Ah, look at that." But a black man knows how to live a good life! He was afraid of losing money if he vomited, so he brought a bowl and drank it back after vomiting."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was so disgusted that he took a puff and sprayed all over the person next to him.
Most of these spectators, who came here to seek excitement, had reached the critical point at this time. When they heard someone drinking the vomit back, they couldn't help but vomit after thinking about it for a moment. Suddenly, the sour smell in the audience became stronger and stronger, making everyone want to cut their noses.
Cao Cao had been on the battlefield for a long time in his life. Not to mention dead people, it was normal to sleep on corpses. What kind of tragedy had he never seen before? It was impossible to be disgusting at first, but seeing more and more people transforming into fountains at this moment was really disgusting, and my throat felt evil, shouting: "That's it, brothers, I'll stop waiting for you!"
Heroes such as Wu Song, Shi Xiu, Luan Tingyu, Mu Hong, and Fan Rui all turned pale and shouted: "Go and have a rest, what's so good about this."
Seeing that they were about to leave, Li Kui took a few sips of dried apricot cheese, stretched out his tongue to lick the bowl, and threw the bowl away. He picked up Gao Yanei with his left hand, lifted Wu Yong with his right hand, and shouted: "Brothers, wait for me!"
Little did he know that just this action of licking the bowl turned the last few spectators who gritted their teeth into the fountain.
Cao Cao left, but Wang Ying continued to be cut. Poor Wang Ying, even her vocal cords were severed. She was shaking all over in pain, but she couldn't make a sound.
The old executioner cut Wang Ying once, rested, drank ginseng soup and cut again. He was so busy that he cut Wang Ying a total of 1,200 times.
The two small jailers, with pale faces, raised a sliding pole and sent the old executioner back to rest. A few more officials covered Wang Ying's head with the awning they had built earlier, leaving a hundred soldiers to guard it. , it will be considered completed today, and will be cut for two more days tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, until the total number of 3,600 knives has been collected before the execution is allowed.
At this time, the ground under the high platform almost turned into a cesspit. Because Li Kui drank apricot cheese for a long time, countless heroes fell into the sand. The number of people who vomited was more than ten times more than the previous prisoners in Lingchi, and almost everyone was attacked.
This incident was known all over the city, and people would ask when they met: "Have you ever gone to see the man who was beheaded? Your intestines must have been vomited, right?"
In order to avoid talking about their own embarrassment, the onlookers had no choice but to shift their focus to Wang Ying: "I'm not bragging for him. This man is worthy of being the number two figure in Liangshan Village. He is so extravagant that even though he is fat, ugly and short, he is A tough-minded hero! Who among those who have been tortured over the years is not a heinous and ruthless person? Among these ruthless people, can any one of them be able to hold back from crying and begging for mercy? But this dwarf tiger god trembled in pain, but he was bitten to pieces With gritted teeth and unwilling to utter a sound, these tough men, let alone the Great Song Dynasty, can travel all over the world and never think of getting another one."
"What a dwarf tiger? If you continue to blaspheme a hero, don't blame me for breaking up with you! He is clearly an iron-bone god!"
For a time, the four words "Iron-bone Divine Lord" were famous in the world. The hero Wang Ying's reputation was far greater than that of Shenggong Fangla and Tuota Tianwang. As for Tian Hu and Wang Qing, they were even beyond their reach. They were called "unworthy men". Even if you know the king’s iron bones, it’s useless to call him a hero!”
Youfenjiao: The viewer is as beautiful as the mountains and the earth, and the dwarf tiger god is really iron-clad. He received three thousand six hundred knives, and his heroic deeds are seen all over the world!
Dead.
(End of chapter)
