Wandong hurriedly looked in the direction where the crying came from, and saw among the crowd an old woman in ragged clothes, gray hair, and a grooved face, who was already crying into tears. His rickety body kept shaking, but thanks to the support of two villagers, he didn't fall down.
"Old man!" Wandong exclaimed, hurriedly stepped forward and held her hand.
The old woman's hand was rough and cold. Holding it in her hand was like holding a piece of dead tree bark that had been covered with ice and snow for a long time, which made Wandong feel sour in his heart. I quickly breathed a trace of Tao Qi into her body and circulated it slightly. Only then did the old woman's hands warm up again and her spirit became better.
"Lord City Lord, old woman... I kowtow to you!" As soon as the old woman felt that she had regained her energy, she leaned over and knelt down to Wandong.
Wan Dong refused and hurriedly supported her, saying repeatedly, "Old lady, you are so old. If you kneel down to me, won't it mean that my life will be shortened?"
"No... If you don't lose your life, you won't lose your life. The Lord of the City is a rare good man. He must live a long time..." When the old woman heard this, she was greatly alarmed and hurriedly waved her hands. Her nervous look moved Wan Dong. His eyes were slightly moist.
"Old man, I just heard you say that your son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren were all killed by Wednesday?"
"Yes..." It's hard to imagine how the old man survived to this day with such grief. When Wandong asked, the old man's face and eyes immediately revealed an indescribable grief and grief.
"Then your surname must be Cai, right? Your son's name is Yang Wei, and your daughter-in-law's name is Xinyu, right?" Wan Dong then asked.
The old woman's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Wandong in disbelief, "How did your Excellency... know?"
Wan Dong felt a pain in his heart and couldn't control the tears in his eyes. Last night, after seeing the old woman's bloody and tearful accusation against Wednesday, Wan Dong was so angry that he smashed several tables and chairs in succession.
When this old woman was young, her husband died of illness. It was she who braved the cold and frost, wore the stars and the moon, and went through all kinds of hardships to pull her son into adulthood. He finally found a wife for his son, and had grandchildren and granddaughters. He finally lived a good life, but he didn't expect that disaster would fall from the sky. Just because the old woman's youngest grandson accidentally peed on Wednesday's shoes, he was beaten to death by Wednesday. The old woman's son and daughter-in-law were heartbroken and went to argue with Wednesday. As a result, the old woman's other grandson and two granddaughters were all killed by Wednesday. Overnight, seven living lives returned to dust. The old woman fell ill at that time and struggled on the line of life and death for a full year before she survived with the care of kind-hearted neighbors.
But to survive, for the old woman, was a hundred times more uncomfortable than death! Son, daughter-in-law, four grandchildren, which one is not the pet peeve of the old woman? In one day, everything was gone. How could the living people bear such a blow
Wandong believes that the only motivation for the old woman to survive is to hope that one day, Wednesday will be able to plead guilty and be punished!
"Old lady, I saw the charge sheet you handed over to the City Lord's Mansion! Don't worry, today, I will seek justice for you and your dead son's family of seven!"
"Sir! With your words, the old woman... the old woman will die without any regrets!"
As she said this, the old woman burst into tears of joy and burst into tears. As if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suppressed in her heart over the years, the old woman cried uncontrollably. Soon, the old woman's cries spread, affecting more and more people. Before long, the entire execution ground was filled with cries!
Even Chu Yunyan couldn't help laughing and sobbed softly.
Wan Dong patted the old woman's hand, turned around suddenly, arrived at the execution ground, and shouted loudly, "Come on, bring someone to commit Wednesday's crime!"
As soon as Wandong finished speaking, several officers and soldiers came slowly, pushing the prison car containing Wednesday.
After Wandong broke an arm and two legs, Wednesday's spirit was obviously much weaker, but the arrogance on his face did not diminish at all. Even though he could only sit in the prison car at this time, his head was still held high.
"Xu Yaoting, I advise you to let me go immediately, otherwise, when I walk out of the prison car, I will cut you to pieces!"
"You damned beast! Beat you to death!" Wednesday's arrogant roar immediately aroused public outrage. No one in the crowd roared, and a rotten egg hit Wednesday's face with great accuracy. Go on, and your face will immediately bloom on Wednesday.
"What a bastard, what a brave dog! Third Master, I won't destroy your whole family, I won't do any tricks! Ah!"
Before Wednesday's curses could even land, pieces of rotten eggs, tomatoes, rotten vegetable leaves, and even stones were thrown at Wednesday like a storm.
Fortunately, Wednesday was imprisoned in a prison car, and the prison car's fence was relatively dense. Most of the debris fell on the prison car, and only a small part passed through the fence and hit Wednesday. Otherwise, in just a few minutes, the executioner's livelihood would be taken away.
However, even with the prison van blocking him, Wednesday still suffered a lot. Needless to say, his body was dirty. His face, head, and everywhere his flesh was exposed were covered in bruises from being smashed.
"You untouchables, Third Master, I will kill you all, kill them all!" Zhou Zhou tried his best to cover his face with his remaining good hand, while shouting hysterically.
When Wednesday was brought to the center of the execution ground, Xiao Ming'er had lost at least half of his life. He was obviously not as 'vibrant' as he was at the beginning, lying there like a pile of rotten meat. The arrogant Third Master is also here today, which makes the people of Shenlei City breathe a sigh of relief and feel bad in their hearts.
"Where is the executioner!?" Wan Dong sat down behind the case and let out a loud shout.
An executioner dressed in red immediately stood on the execution platform with a broad knife on his shoulder, shouting "Yes!"
The executioner's response made Zhou Zhou couldn't help but shiver. He raised his head and looked at Wandong and said, "You...you really dare to kill me?"
Wandong snorted coldly, and then shouted, "Verify your identity!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several officers and soldiers rushed to the execution platform, grabbed Zhou Zhou's chin extremely roughly, and forcibly lifted his head up. Not only did Wednesday's arms and legs break, but one side of his collarbone was also broken. How could the rudeness of several officers and soldiers not be implicated in Wednesday's broken bones? Zhou Zhou was so painful that he howled miserably.
But no matter how miserable Wednesday's roar was, no one would sympathize with him. On the contrary, those officers and soldiers found a way to vent their anger. Although they could verify their identity with just one glance, several officers and soldiers went over and over again. They almost fainted from the pain on Wednesday before they gave up.
"Sir! It is undoubtedly Wednesday now!"
Wandong nodded and said to Wednesday, "Wednesday, have you seen it? These are the crimes you have committed! Can you plead guilty?" Wandong shook the charge in his hand with an extremely stern expression.
With Venerable Hidden Knife around, Wednesday simply didn't believe that Wandong dared to kill him. He waited hopefully for Venerable Hidden Knife to save him and get rid of him, and then asked Wandong to apologize to him. Wednesday even imagined the scene when Wandong apologized to him countless times and was stepped on by him.
But what was happening now seemed to be getting further and further away from what he expected. The execution ground in full view of everyone, the bright beheading steel knife with glaring eyes, and Wandong's murderous eyes, it didn't look like a show.
"Wha... what kind of bullshit charges are there? I... I don't know anything about it! The surname is Xu, I want to see the Venerable! Does the Venerable know that you set up an execution ground to kill me?"
Wandong sneered and said, "You have violated the national law. As the city lord, why is Venerable Hidden Blade involved? I don't need to let him know!"
"You...you are so brave!" Wan Dong's words made Zhou Zhou yell in anger.
"I think you are really brave! If you don't regret it even when you are about to die, I think you are hopeless! Kill me, executioner!"
Wan Dong roared angrily, and the executioner pushed Zhou Zhou's head down without hesitation, exposing his neck.
"Hehe... Third Master, my knife is not sharp enough. I may not be able to cut it off at once, and I may have to use a few more cuts. You will blame me!" The executioner also seemed to have a grudge against Wednesday. At this time He said something in a sinister tone, which almost frightened Wednesday's soul away.
The next second his head was about to fall to the ground. Zhou Zhou was really panicked and begged for mercy like crazy, "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I know I'm wrong. I know I'm wrong. Isn't that okay? Xu Yaoting, oh no, Xu Sir, Uncle Xu, please spare me, please spare me, I don’t want to die, wuwu..."
At the end of the day, Wednesday actually burst into tears. In that way, he was worse than a child. Wandong saw this and shook his head repeatedly. Wednesday is just a small person! I really don’t understand how the Hidden Blade Master could reuse such a person. He is simply blind!
No one paid attention to Wednesday's wailing for mercy, and the executioner didn't hesitate. He shouted loudly, held a knife in both hands, and slashed at Wednesday's neck.
The people at the scene immediately held their breath. No one spoke. The scene of tens of thousands of people was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a pindrop. The only sound was the slightest sound of wind when the executioner's knife fell downwards.
However, just as everyone was holding their breath, waiting for Wednesday's head to fall to the ground, an angry shout suddenly sounded out of thin air, and then, a strong wind roared in, and with a bang, the executioner was killed with a knife. It was rolled up several feet away.
Wandong shook his head slightly, and the Hidden Blade Master was indeed here.
"Lord City Lord, you can't just kill my people if you want!" Venerable Hidden Blade's voice was booming and rolling, just like the sound of thunder when a storm comes. The people in the execution ground were shaken, their hearts were trembling, and they could not even stand upright.
Accompanying the roar of Lord Hidden Blade, there was also an invisible but overwhelming terrifying pressure. It felt like the gods were angry, and even the sky had changed slightly... (To be continued)