The first cause of all realms

Chapter 27
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The weather is turning cold, the sun is hazy, there seems to be overcast clouds, and sporadic drizzle has already covered Montenegro.

boom!
In the sporadic raindrops, the two-person solid wood gate of the yamen was pulled open heavily.

One by one, the fast yamen servants came out in a file, lined up on both sides, armed with knives and crossbows, ready to fight.

On the empty street, the jailers came to escort the prisoners, and on the other side of the yamen, prison cars were ready.

You can only read through the final decree, and you will be taken to the execution ground.

Yang prison stood in a corner, looking at the crowd of death row prisoners, they were either ashen-faced, screaming madly, or crying loudly begging for mercy.

There are all kinds of things.

"The shaggy haired prisoner in front of the head is a thief from the 'Xingkong Mountain' eight hundred miles away from the Black Mountain. Even though he is not the chief culprit, he should be beheaded according to the law."

The young policeman named Wu Liu pointed to the ragged man in front of his head and said.

Yang prison had visited the big prison and recognized this bandit. He usually has an extremely bad temper in the big prison, yelling and making trouble all day long.

At this time, his complexion was pale and he couldn't stop shaking.

"The people behind him are pretty much the same. Look at the seventh prisoner."

Wu Liu said, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes:
"That dog, even if you kill it, you won't be able to forgive your hatred. According to the law, these bastards should be hacked into pieces. Unfortunately, no one in Montenegro has this skill except Old Wei..."

"Forgive your life, spare your life!"

The prisoner was even more unbearable than all the mountain thieves, his bones almost went limp from howling.

"Damn it!"

Yang Jue's eyes were slightly cold.

According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, those who rebel, kill relatives, officials, and masters are all punished.

In addition to those serious crimes, harvesting and breaking branches should also be put to death.

It's a pity that Ling Chi's execution is a skill, and Wei He is the only one in Heishan City who has this skill.

Yang Jue thought to himself that with his current saber technique, he couldn't stab someone 3600 times without letting him die.

The prisoners were pressed into the lobby one by one, and after a while they were escorted into the prison car like a mourning concubine, waiting to be escorted to the execution ground.

Wu Liu obviously knew these people well.

These death row prisoners did everything from mountain thieves, harvesting and cutting off branches, to killing husbands, wives, and mothers, all of which made Yang Qiu's unbearable feeling of carrying out the execution with his own hands disappear.

These people really deserve to die.

He also understood why Wu Liu pulled himself here to explain one by one, just to eliminate the intolerance in his heart.

"coming!"

Suddenly, Wu Liu's low voice trembled and became deep.

"Ok?"

Yang Yu's heart moved, he noticed the nervousness of all the arresting yamen servants, many bows and crossbows were almost fully drawn, it seemed that if there was any abnormality, he would shoot people into hedgehogs.

thump~
dong dong~
Amidst the sound of a boulder falling to the ground, another death row prisoner was driven towards the yamen.

The prisoner had disheveled hair and was wearing a heavy shackle. The fine steel chain pierced through the lute bone, and he was dragging an iron block as tall as half a person behind him.

Heavy shackles, shackles, lute bones...

Yang Yu knew in his heart that this person was the most vicious prisoner Wang Fobao had caught.

It was also him who made all the yamen servants and arresters feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"This is the person who killed the nephew of the adult."

Wu Liu pulled Yang Jue back a step and said in a deep voice.

Yang Ju nodded, but there was something wrong in his heart.

He also heard the old jailer talk about the ferocity of this man. It is said that this man went crazy after committing crimes, and he killed without leaving a whole body.

However, according to Wu Liu, his biggest crime was killing the nephew of 'Liu Wenpeng'.

"This person has practiced so much external skills that he can't be hurt by a sword or sword. When you execute the sentence, don't hold back your strength."

Wu Liu warned in a low voice:

"Try to cut off his head within three strikes!"

Yang Ju didn't speak, just nodded. At this moment, the prisoner who was bound by shackles suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red under his disheveled hair.

Suddenly laughed out loud.

The faces of all the jailers and arresters changed, and they backed away in horror.

"Iron Dragon!"

Wu Liu stepped forward and scolded angrily: "At this point, do you still want to be presumptuous?!"

"Pooh!"

What responded to him was a mouthful of bloody phlegm:
"A bastard like a pig and dog is also worthy of shouting in front of me?"

The condemned prisoner glanced sideways at the yamen servants, ignored Wu Liu's anger, stepped into the yamen, and walked into the lobby.

"The iron crotch skill comes from this person?"

Yang prison's heart moved, and he clearly noticed a familiar aura on the death row prisoner.

Unconsciously, he took a few steps forward, walked to a corner, and looked at the lobby.

The lobby was cleaned quite cleanly. Two classes of yamen servants stood on both sides with water and fire sticks, and the knife and pen officials sat at the bottom, writing documents, and let the prisoners draw their marks one by one.

Under the upright and bright plaque, about [-] to [-] literati are dressed in a variegated collar, under a black gauze hat with wings, with a clear face and a three-foot beard.

Duan Duan is a good seller.

Yang Yu recognized that this scribe was Liu Wenpeng, who was famous in various counties and had the reputation of being three feet tall.

Just looking at the appearance, who can tell that this person is a master who exploits the people?
However, Yang Yu is not surprised, officials are the most particular about manners, and those with poor manners, even if they have some talents, often cannot make up for the fat vacancies.

Heishan City is Shang County, with a population of tens of thousands of households and a grain output of [-] shi. Furthermore, it is located in a remote area, so it is naturally a beautiful place.

Snapped!
The gavel was shot heavily.

Liu Wenpeng's eyebrows were raised upside down, and his tone was cold:
"The prisoner at the next stop, how dare you not kneel when you see this master?!"

"Haha~"

The death row prisoner laughed loudly: "Just because of you, do you want me to kneel?"

A few yamen servants were allowed to fight with water and fire sticks, and people were as motionless as rocks.

"That's it!"

Liu Wenpeng glanced coldly, and his own yamen servant took his hands and asked him to draw them.

The prisoner on death row didn't object at all, but he glanced at the confession, and suddenly waved his hand, throwing aside the four yamen servants who were holding him down.

"Bold!"

Several arresters stepped forward, and the machine crossbow made a 'click' sound.

"Have the guts to kill, but don't have the guts to plead guilty?!"

Liu Wenpeng sneered:
"After all, he is a rascal, a gutless bandit."

"Grandpa is laughing at you, this form is all wrong!"

The prisoner laughed and shook his head:
"In the summer of the sixth year of Qianheng, the thieves disguised themselves and sneaked into the house at night to commit murder, killing people with knives. There are two mistakes and omissions in this one place alone. How can grandpa draw the charge?!"

Several yamen servants and arresters pretended to be furious, as if they were going to shoot the dog with a bow and crossbow.

Liu Wenpeng waved his hand and asked:
"Where is the mistake?"

"I want you to know that grandpa never kills people secretly, but he kills his whole family in a dignified manner!"

The prisoner raised his head, and a grin flashed across his blood-stained face.

"What about the second place?"

Liu Wenpeng became more and more indifferent.

The prisoner let a group of yamen servants and arresters quickly hold him down, turned around with a big laugh, dragged a group of jail guards, and walked towards the prison car:

"One knife!"

"Grandpa kills with just one blow!"

"Slay that puppy with just one knife!"

There was a dead silence in the lobby, and all the clerks of the yamen looked at Liu Wenpeng's ashen face, and dared not breathe.

"What a knife, what a knife."

After a long while, Liu Wenpeng sneered with a 'hey':

"Tell the executioner that a blunt knife need not be sharpened! He kills with a knife? The master wants him,

Cut to pieces! "

……

Exiting the yamen, glanced at the prison car in the drizzle, Yang Qiu frowned: "This is not right..."

People, is there anyone who is not afraid of death?

No!

Anyone who is not afraid of death either has a firm belief in his heart, or is desperate and has no business.

The death row obviously has nothing to do with the two...

Could it be that someone will come to rob the court?
As soon as he thought of this, Yang Jue's heart tightened.

"My god! I'm going to die, you still rain, you still rain to drench me!"

In the prison car, a condemned prisoner cried and cursed.

"To shut up!"

The jailer with a gloomy face waved his hand, and the death row prisoner who was whipped was crying and howling.

"What are you talking about? You don't have to come back after you go, the uncle has to come back, it's one more time to suffer!"

"..."

The condemned prisoner lost his voice after being whipped, bowed his head and accepted his fate.

"Yang Prison."

Wu Liu came over and told the county magistrate's instructions.

Yang prison nodded expressionlessly, and hurried towards the small courtyard where Wei He was located on the pretext of going back to change clothes and get a knife.

This errand, I can't accept it...

(End of this chapter)