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Zhang Xiao was shocked, but he was not an impulsive person.?

Instead of yelling in panic, he calmly observed and thought about the reasons for the current situation.

Soon, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he found that he could not even move... No, it was inappropriate to say that, it should be said that he found that he was just an immersive bystander.

He had five senses in his body, and could feel the heat of the weather, the sweat on his forehead mixed with the rotten egg liquid seeping into the corners of his eyes, the hotness of his hands tied with hemp ropes, the injuries to his shoulders, waist and abdomen. But he couldn't even move a little finger.

However, this body can move.

Zhang Xiao only felt his mouth open and his vocal cords vibrate. A hoarse but extremely transparent sound sound sounded. He could only hear the righteousness of the speaker.

"Some, not guilty."

Three words, calm and calm, without any resentment, full of fear.

Zhang Xiao understood that the person who spoke was the decapitated ghost, and for some reason he attached it to the decapitated ghost.

Moreover, he has no impression of the name Zhao Feizhuang. Could it be that this person is not famous? Or is there any mystery in this name?

"Hmph, a villain who is plotting against the enemy, and he is still not guilty of his crime until he dies?" The sharp voice on the case was full of disdain. Just as the decapitated ghost looked at him, Zhang Xiao only felt that he saw a look of a deer-headed rat-headed face.

He thought, this was probably the impression of the decapitated ghost about this Guan'er.

"Planning for rebellion?" He heard the dead-headed ghost said again, "I am a descendant of Yao and Shun, descendants of Qin and Han dynasties, and people of Tang and Song dynasties. They were born in the land of China, like living in their families, why do you hide from the Diyi? How can you plan to rebellion?"

After hearing this, Zhang Xiao was slightly dismissed. This completely denied the orthodox nature of the Qing Dynasty. The naughty ghost was not even mentioned in the Yuan Dynasty, but was just classified as "Diyi". It was obvious that China was the Han people and other foreign races were just stealing the stake. He was born and raised here, and this was his home, and he was the master here. So why did the master surrender to Diyi, who was occupied by the magpie nest, and how could he have the idea of ​​rebellion?

The official was not an ignorant person, but at this moment he wanted to be a fool, because he could understand and his face turned pale. He could only shout: "Bold!! Bold!! The evil words confuses the public!"

In the Qing Dynasty, Manchus were most taboo to the Han people for questioning their orthodoxy, so literary inquisitions were prevalent, and even "the breeze could not read, so why do you read books randomly?" In the Book of Songs, "the country is thousands of miles away, and the people are stopped by the people" were beheaded. It can be seen that Manchus are so serious, the taboos are so deep, and the dark and timid; this is still a clinging without this intention, as if the dead-headed ghost said at this time, it is so open and clear that it can be done with just a single head?

He, the prison official, even had the possibility of being implicated, and everyone present was in danger of being in charge.

In the final analysis, the Manchus were still afraid that the Han people would figure it out and unite to resist. They also knew that the world was the Han people after all, so they had to use the fear of killing to suppress the people's wisdom and exterminate any signs as soon as possible.

The people in Sijiu City are still very knowledgeable. After saying something, the dead ghost was a little quiet. However, when the Guan'er's face turned pale and started screaming, there were also bursts of shouting in the crowd.

"sinner!"

"Kill him!!"

"Chop his head!!"

"Quick, shave him!"

...

Unfortunately, the words of the dead ghost were useless after all. These onlookers no longer had the temperament of Han people. They were even more afraid than the official, and they wanted to come up to execute the execution in person and chopped off the head of this death row prisoner who "spoken the public".

The dead-headed ghost looked at the people watching, and Zhang Xiao also saw the people watching with ferocious faces and ugly rat tails. The walking zombies with red faces, hoarseness, completely dominated by numbness and fear.

"The soul of the country is hidden in blood, the people are numb and should be bleeding..." Zhang Xiao sighed when he heard the decapitated ghost, closed his eyes and said softly, "Since you want to bleed, start from yourself, and live up to this life."

At this time, Guan'er didn't care about suppressing the arrogance of the deadheaded ghost, nor could he control the noise of the people around him. He just wanted to finish the matter quickly and leave this place quickly. He thought of a way to cover up the matter earlier and hide it from it. The sweat on his head was so anxious that he had all the sweat on his head.

"Hurry, execute, execute!"

Because the decapitated ghost closed his eyes, Zhang Xiao didn't know if the Guan'er had thrown a command arrow or something like the one in the movie... But, anyway, no one came to rob the law.

I don’t know if it’s because of my eyes closed, Zhang Xiao’s other feelings were particularly keen at this time. He eliminated the noise of the onlookers, the cicadas of birds singing, and all irrelevant feelings. Gradually, he could feel something more hidden and real... that was a kind of atmosphere.

The fierce sunshine became a little cold, maybe it was covered by a dark cloud, or it was raining, and the hot wind that kept blowing became faintly depressed, and these changes seemed to indicate the tragic end of the deadhead ghost, just as the sky was about to cry.

In fact, since he has become a ghost, he knows what he will end up with.

The decapitated ghost was still in a very calm mood, and it seemed that he didn't know whether death was approaching or that death was not a terrible thing for him. Zhang Xiao didn't know if it was the decapitated ghost who had been re-entered and became open-minded, or that it was like this when he died.

When the atmosphere became more and more concentrated, and there was thunder and lightning in the sky, suddenly dust flew and a strong wind blew up.

Zhang Xiao felt the already sticky sweat and blood on his body, and the garbage mixed with flying dust, which made him even more uncomfortable.

But his attention quickly turned to the approaching person. This man's steps were extremely heavy, and his heavy steps stirred up dust. The man's blood was extremely strong, and when he walked over, he was like a big stove approaching, bringing a gust of wind.

The strong wind gradually faded, but the atmosphere that had become gloomy was swept away, and the scorching sun in the sky shone brightly here, as if the dark clouds were also dispersed by his blood.

This vision immediately attracted Zhang Xiao's attention. No, it should have attracted the attention of the dethrone ghost. He turned his head and opened his eyes and saw a big man holding a ghost-headed knife and a red scarf tied to his head.

Zhang Xiao thought for a moment and knew that this man must be the executioner. According to legend, all the executioners were strong men with strong qi and blood. They were wearing red clothes and black pants and red turbans. They were executed at noon. They were extremely yang and fierce, and they were not afraid of the obsession of the dead.

It is said that executioners can also be divided into superiority. Executioners with high skills can cut off the prisoner's head with one knife, without any pain, or even as a relief. However, once the technology fails and brings great pain to the prisoner, the executioner who will be plagued by evil spirits. Although they will not die, they will also suffer a serious illness.

According to historical records, an executioner used seventeen swords to cut off the prisoner's head. I don't know how much the prisoner suffered at that time. Zhang Xiaoxin thought that if he spread it on his head, he would have to take revenge on the executioner rookie.

The man in front of him didn't look like a rookie. On the contrary, although he was an executioner, he looked righteous and mighty, with both compassion and dignity in his eyes.

Looking at his square face, clear outlines, bright eyes, and powerful Kong Wu, his demeanor was more like a general than an executioner.

I don't know where the talent was recruited...

"Your Majesty Yan, I'm sorry." The executioner seemed to know the dead head ghost, and he looked very respectful and helpless in his words, but the name he mentioned had nothing to do with Zhao Feizhuang mentioned by the deceased officer before.

Zhang Xiao knew that the words should be the surname of the deceased ghost. The husband refers to an official and also refers to a gentleman, but he did not know which one the executioner refers to.

The decapitated ghost looked at the executioner without saying a word, but he was not calm. Zhang Xiao could not see the decapitated ghost's expression at this time, but he felt his body trembling and his breath became thicker. He just didn't know why he was so nervous and closed his mouth tightly.

The executioner did not rub it. As soon as the ghost-headed sword was swung, he would raise the sword and fall. The sun shone, and the sword was dazzling. The decapitated ghost had to squint his eyes.

But at this time, as the executioner raised his hand, as if he had turned on some strange switch, Zhang Xiao suddenly shouted: "If you want to kill the thief, you are powerless to return to the sky, and you will die as soon as possible!"

The fierce and heroic voice, and the desire to die was shocked by Zhang Xiao's heart. He finally knew who this fierce and honest Mr. Yan was!

But at the same time, what is even more strange is that Zhang Xiao seemed to have become a dead head ghost at this time, and he truly felt his emotions. However, it was not open-minded, but full of anger and hatred. The anger was so violent that it seemed to burn out everything! It seemed that he would die together without hesitation!

Swish—click!!

But with the flash of the knife, Zhang Xiao felt a pain in his neck and his eyes turned dark.

Blood splatters.

His hatred and his anger also disappeared with the blood...

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Chapter completed!