"It's already two quarters past noon!"
The executioner had a solemn expression and looked at the long knife in his hand with a little awe. It was a little blinding under the sun.
Russell squinted his eyes and saw that the beheading knife was glowing red, and there might be more than ten years or even dozens of years of blood evil.
Even ghosts and demons wouldn't dare to get close to this bloody and resentful aura.
He couldn't help but exclaimed,
“Nice knife!”
Russell really didn't expect that the small town of Renjia would have such a deadly weapon. At least a dozen people had fallen under this knife.
A knife that has slashed more than a dozen people without becoming dull, and that has been stained with blood and filled with resentment, is no longer just a simple knife.
"Young Taoist priest, you have good eyesight!" another stranger praised.
Ever since Uncle Nine eliminated the toad monster and his uncle-master, the immortal, descended to earth, Russell clearly felt that the entire Renjia Town seemed to recognize him.
Their attitude is extremely respectful. If you buy fish, they will definitely give you a buy one get one free offer. If you buy a small fish, they will give you a big fish for free.
The groceries must be super discounted, and the money is almost forced on him for free.
Their demands are not high. They do not ask to be reincarnated into a good family or to be taken care of after their death.
They just want to take a look at their deceased relatives, and if possible, a brief chat would be best.
Only after a person dies, will others remember his kindness, miss him, and blame themselves for being worse than pigs and dogs!
If there are people who want to see their parents, or people with older hair who want to see their younger parents, Uncle Jiu will generally help if he can, but he doesn't care about reincarnation.
After crossing the Naihe Bridge and drinking the Mengpo soup, you will cut off all ties with your previous life.
Another person interrupted, "Speaking of this knife, I know something about it. It belongs to the government office in the county. It has been used for nearly ten years. During the turmoil a few years ago, someone took the knife away."
"Hey, I remember this, too. That one belonged to my seventh aunt, my eighth aunt's second uncle's second uncle."
Another person continued the conversation, with a smile on his face, "That man was a cook, cooking for the masters in the county government office. The situation was turbulent, and there were so many good things in the government office, but he chose to take this big knife back."
Everyone around laughed. They had all heard more or less about what this fool had done in the past.
How many good things are there in the yamen
Not to mention antiques, just a couple of paintings and some money and jewelry would be enough to live on for half a lifetime.
He just happened to get a beheading knife.
This is very ominous!
Rumor has it that the fool almost pissed off his father and drove him away.
"Hehe!" the man continued, "That idiot just liked this knife and actually put it up for sale. Guess what happened next?"
Everyone was surprised. This idiot actually had a sequel
Russell looked strange, "Could it be that their ancestral tablet has cracked?"
“Bang!”
The man slapped his thigh fiercely, "Little Taoist priest, you are really a living god. You are good at fortune-telling and you can predict the future. You are always right!"
Everyone immediately turned their eyes to Russell, their eyes filled with awe. Uncle Nine was a great god, and Russell must be a small god.
And the person emitting golden light is the great, great, great immortal.
Russell coughed dryly. He really didn't expect that there would be such a stupid person in the world who would hold a beheading knife and keep it as a sacrifice at home.
Fortunately, our ancestors couldn’t speak, otherwise they would have stomped their feet and cursed.
Damn it.
Russell really cares about their feelings. Isn't this just like putting a nuclear warhead next to the bed
The whole person was torn apart.
"It's three quarters past noon!"
Only the sound of the token falling to the ground was heard, followed by a loud shout!
"Behead immediately!"
The executioner raised his long knife high. Qiu Sheng quickly covered Russell's eyes with his hands. He didn't dare to look and turned his head to the side.
On the contrary, the people around were watching with great relish. It was just a death of one person. They had seen it too many times.
Whenever there was famine, drought, war or unrest, there were corpses on the streets one after another, and they had to calmly step over the dead bodies when they went out every day.
Sometimes they would strip the deceased of his clothes and feel his body to see if there was anything useful.
As for food, forget it. With food available, how can people starve to death
Renjia Town is a place with simple folk customs.
After a while, Qiu Sheng slowly put down his hand. The corpse had already been dealt with by the executioner and sprinkled with white lime, so it didn't look so scary anymore.
White lime is a good thing. With it, the head of the deceased can be preserved for a long time without changing its smell, and then hung on the execution platform to warn passers-by.
Secondly, it can prevent disasters.
This is the experience passed down by executioners from generation to generation. If you don't follow the rules, you will probably die young.
Russell looked over and was stunned to see Wang Er still kneeling there with his head still on his body. He was not dead.
Only then did he realize that there was also a person tied to the pillar nearby. No, to be more precise, it was a headless corpse.
As if he understood what Mr. Luo was thinking, the old man beside him explained, "Renjia Town is a small town, how can there be so many executioners!"
"This Liu is the only executioner in Renjia Town, but he has a rule that he only executes once a day."
The old man sighed and thought that Old Liu was enough as the executioner. After all, Renjia Town was a small town with not many people and not many people died in a day.
Lao Liu's rules were naturally followed, but today was different. Two had to be chopped off today.
He hesitated for a moment, and finally looked at the person on the left, let Wang Er go, and allowed him to live one more day.
Although Wang Er escaped, it was only for one day, as he was hung on the flag.
The purpose was to get back the fifty taels of silver. This amount of money was not much for the official, but when he thought about having to pay it, he immediately felt bad.
Not a single cent.
It's easy to get into his pocket, but you also want him to spit it out
The old man explained, "That man is a local thief. Wang Er is usually a good person. The man surnamed Liu will definitely chop off the local thief's head first."
Tomb robber
Russell was stunned at first, then he came to his senses. Isn't this the nickname of those tomb robbers
The tomb-raiding lieutenant, the Fachiu general, the mountain-moving Taoist priest, and the ridge-removing strongman are all tomb-robbing professions that have been extended from ancient times to the present.
In this era, the tomb-robbing industry is still mysterious and does not have much contact with the outside world. No matter which dynasty or generation, tomb robbers are always condemned by everyone.
No one wants someone to always be thinking about their ancestors' graves and disturbing their peace.
Russell looked at the stage and couldn't help but think of Xiao Xiaosheng in his mind. He touched his chin with his hand.
"These days, things are only getting more and more complicated."
"I'll watch the punishment!"