Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

The time has finally arrived!

A large group of hundreds of burly officers and soldiers came from a distance, their long swords already unsheathed. They were filled with cold air and full of murderous intent, driving away the pedestrians who blocked the way.

At the front of the officers and soldiers was Qin Shiqing, the warden of Tianlao, who was riding a horse.

As one of the god-refining warriors who was stationed in the Tianlao, this time he served as the executioner and was stationed at the execution ground to avoid accidents such as the execution site.

"I'm coming!"

"Oh, it was indeed a big battle. Although only one person lost his head today, looking at this battle, it is no smaller than the previous one where hundreds of people were beheaded."

The people in Caishikou hurriedly moved to both sides to clear a path for the officers and soldiers, and then scrambled to stretch their necks and look at the middle of the team of officers and soldiers.

It was a prison cart pulled by horses, and there was only one person in the prison cart.

In the prison car was an old man with slightly white temples. He looked to be over sixty years old and not young anymore.

Although the old man was old, he had a strong build. He was wearing a prison uniform, covered in dirt, with long gray hair hanging around his shoulders, and his lips were chapped. He just stood in the cage of the prison car.

The standing cage was very small, an iron cage weighing several hundred kilograms. It could only accommodate the prisoner standing. He could not sit down, rest, or bend or stretch his body. Only one head was stuck outside the iron cage, which could be clearly seen by the public.

Chapter 125 The day when everyone’s head fell to the ground (3k

Clang clang clang.

The brave soldiers took the lead in beating the gong to clear the way for the prison car in the middle.

The loud sound of the gong startled a large group of people around them. After they dispersed slightly, more people gathered from a distance to watch the old man standing in the standing cage.

"Caishikou was beheaded again!"

"Honey, I came out to see the beheading. I heard that only one person lost his head this time. If you come out late, you won't be able to catch up!"

"As expected of the famous Caishikou of the Imperial Capital. I heard that countless dignitaries died here. We just arrived in the Imperial Capital and this happened... Let's go and have a look."

"This old man's name is Qiao Zhong? It was rumored a while ago. I heard the scholar said that he dared to challenge the gods. I don't think he only has two eyes and a nose. It doesn't look like anything special."

"I heard that he witnessed the death of Wu Shengren under the thunder with his own eyes. He is the only assassin who is not dead yet, but it seems that is the end of it today."

"This person doesn't respect the gods or the emperor. He has no emperor or immortal in his heart. How can he survive in this world?"

"Today I had an appointment to go to the Chengdong Theater to listen to a play. Why did the government choose to behead someone at this time?"

"Which theater are you going to? When can't you go to the theater? Beheading doesn't happen every day."

At the entrance of the teahouse facing the street, Jiang Chen looked at the many people gathered around to watch the excitement, but felt a slight bitterness in his heart.

"I thought that this imperial capital was the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty after all. The residents here might be different, but it seems that I thought too much. Regardless of Nanzhou or Zhongzhou, after all, there are immortal sects above." Jiang Chen sighed in his heart. .

Since Emperor Yonghe worshiped the gods, Qiao Mu has been in the prison for about a month.

During this month, Qiao Mu and Hai Wuya discussed martial arts and the unfinished "Human Dao Sutra" all day long, and time flew by unknowingly.

Within a month, the intelligence on the Qiao family that was interrogated by Wayne, the God of the World, was not as expected.

Both Emperor Yonghe and Xianmen gradually lost patience, and finally Emperor Yonghe ordered Qiao Mu to be beheaded.

In this month, Jiang Chen traveled all the way from Heyang Mansion in Nanzhou to Zhongzhou with Na Shunfeng'er.

Wherever there are trendy people, there is a trend-listening building.

There are already many storytellers in the Tingchao Building who are chasing the waves, especially Jiang Chen who is interested in the stories of the Qiao family.

"How's it going? Do you see clearly? This is Qiao Zhong's face." Shunfeng Er asked from the side.

"I can see clearly that there are indeed some similarities with Qiao Sen and his son who were in Yancheng back then, but they are obviously much older." Jiang Chen judged;

"Since Qiao Zhong has been in the sky prison, it is naturally impossible to use any disguise to disguise his face. The face he has now is his true face."

"So, this Qiao Zhong is indeed a relative of Qiao Sen and his son, as well as the Qiao family."

Along the way, he heard or witnessed some of the deeds of the Qiao family.

Now that he came to Zhongzhou, he had to witness the death of another member of the Qiao family.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sad.

But it was not Qiao Zhong's death that made him feel emotional.

After all, this was not the first time he had witnessed the death of Qiao's family.

Before Jiang Chen became a storyteller, he was also a charlatan, and he was used to killing people and losing their heads.

What made his mind wander were the people watching the excitement at Caishikou nearby.

Among these people, there were burly warriors with sharp eyes, Confucian scholars in long robes, wealthy people with extraordinary clothes, and even working-class people with sallow faces and thin bodies, as well as young children.

The crowds are all different, but they are all watching the lively beheading at the vegetable market. It is noisy and lively, even more lively than rushing.

...

The prison car passing through the downtown area naturally attracted the attention and followers of many people.

When the prison car arrived at the execution ground at Caishikou, there was already a circle around it. It was actually a bit more lively than the previous market market.

The people at the back pushed the people in front to push forward. A tall and majestic warrior in front of the crowd frowned and said angrily:

"Why are you squeezing? Are you rushing to reincarnate? If you want to be reincarnated, hurry up and get to the front!"

The tall man looked back and saw that the person squeezing him turned out to be a short old man with a hunchback.

"Excuse me, someone in my family is sick." The hunchbacked old man held two or three slightly yellowed steamed buns in his hands and smiled apologetically at the big man.

The tall man seemed to understand something. He relaxed his slightly frowning brows, felt compassion, and stepped aside slightly to allow the old man to step forward.

"What do you want him to do? You don't know who this hunchbacked old Zhang is." At this time, a voice sounded from the crowd next to him.

"There are no patients in his family. As soon as this steamed bun is dipped in blood, the price will increase tenfold. He can then sell it to poor people who are in urgent need of medical treatment. Do you think you are helping others out of kindness?"

As the voice sounded, the hunchbacked old man's color suddenly changed, and he was obviously seen through on the spot.

"I work for others, soak some blood, earn some hard-earned money, and make others feel at ease. What's wrong with that?" the old man said stiffly.

"Yes, that's right. How much blood do you want? Are three steamed buns enough? If not, I will hold on and spray more blood later." At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

The old man looked up and saw that it was the death row prisoner Qiao Mu who had just left the cage. He seemed to have heard their conversation and reluctantly took a small step. The heavy special shackles under his feet made a clanking sound. He was smiling at them. .

"Uh..." The hunchbacked old man who was eager to soak in blood was also stunned and subconsciously took two steps back.

It wasn't the first time he had seen beheading, but it was the first time he saw someone as calm and composed as the old man in front of him. It was as if he was not the one who was about to be beheaded.

"Shut up, are you allowed to speak?" An officer and soldier immediately shouted sharply.

This Qiaomu was a disabled person because his meridians were severed, and because of Wayne's instructions, he didn't receive any serious punishment even though he spent some time in the sky prison.

It was just that when the execution day was approaching, he was pulled into the prison cage.

When the officers and soldiers asked Qiao Mu, he was not anxious or annoyed. Instead, he cleared his throat and prepared to start working:

"It is often said that a Taoist's words are good even when he is about to die."

"I, Qiao Zhong, am about to die now, but I still have a few words to say..."

Qiao Mu was in a good mood because he was going to die soon.

He was still thinking hard about a few lines in the sky prison, just for this moment.

What? prison Break?

Ever since Qiao Mu was imprisoned in heaven, he never thought about coming out alive. Even Jesus could not spare his life. He said so himself!

Facing the crowd, Qiao Mu said proudly:

"Want to know where the Martial Saint's treasure house is? If you want it, go find it."

"Although Martial Saint is dead, his arsenal of martial arts from all over the world is still there. Martial Saint hid him deep in the mountains----"

"Shut up!" Suddenly there was a roar like thunder, which seemed to drown out Qiao Mu's voice, making everyone's ears buzz, and they could not hear Qiao Mu's words clearly.

The supervisor in charge of the execution ground is Qin Shiqing, a master of god refining.

He knew that Qiao Mu had an extraordinary identity and was involved in the death of Wu Shengren, so how could he turn this execution into a farce.

"Do you have something to say?" Qin Shiqing, the supervisor and beheading officer, just sneered without any fluctuation in his eyes.

He was in charge of Tianlao and had long heard about the deeds of Qiao Zhong, a repeat offender, so naturally he would not cause trouble at this time.

"When you go to the execution ground, it's not up to you." Qin Shiqing said coldly:

"You have been charged with assassinating the Holy Emperor and insulting the immortals. How can you still be allowed to explain your last words slowly?"

"If you have anything to say, please hold it back for me and wait until you enter the underworld to talk to the Lord of Hell!"

"What are you doing here? Why don't you take action!" He ordered loudly.

The executioners in this execution were all big men with huge arms and waists and extraordinary strength. They were dressed in red linen and red attire, and their heads were wrapped in red scarves.

After listening to Qin Shiqing's order, he immediately stepped forward without any hesitation.

"Still not kneel down!" shouted the executioner.

An executioner pressed hard on the shoulders of the tree, intending to kneel on the ground and behead him on the spot.

But at this moment, Qiao Mu, who had been smiling calmly, lost his smile and started struggling suddenly.

"If you die, you will die. If you want me to kneel down, it's absolutely impossible!" Qiao Mu's eyes were full of solemnity.

He was already a cripple with all his meridians cut off, with only the remaining strength of a fourth-grade warrior left in his body. He was also wearing special heavy shackles, with his hands behind his back.

Now that he was struggling, his whole body was making noises, but the executioners around him, who were so big and thick, couldn't get close to him.

"Killing can only be done with a nod of the head. You can take this life." Qiao Mu shouted loudly:

"But my knees are so stiff that I can't kneel down!"

The noise from the surrounding people was getting louder, and the eyes of those in the front row were wide open, for fear of missing any of the scene.

"Fight, fight, I want to see blood flowing like a river."

"I heard that this Qiao Zhong is also a powerful internal warrior, but he shouldn't just sit back and wait for death!"

"I'm just saying, what's so good about beheading a person? It's better to make a scene."

The people wanted to watch the excitement, but Qin Shiqing, who was sitting at the execution ground, naturally would not sit idly by and watch.

He stood up and strode towards the back of the tree.

"You don't have to drink a toast, you have to drink a fine wine, and you have to make such a disgraceful scene before you die? You have to suffer some torture."

Qin Shiqing kicked Qiao Mu twice in succession like lightning, hitting the back of Qiao Mu's knee.

The force used with these two feet is not low.

There was only a crisp sound, and the backs of Qiao Mu's legs were kicked hard enough to break them, and he was about to throw forward and kneel down.

But at this time, Qiao Mu twisted his waist abruptly. He was about to kneel forward, but he fell sideways on the execution ground. His legs and knees were unnaturally broken and twisted to one side, and the broken bones were piercing. The broken skin and flesh were so exposed that the onlookers gasped and felt shocked.

"What are you doing standing still? Kill him!" Qin Shiqing stood aside and urged the executioner to step forward again.

The executioner held the ghost head knife tightly, gritted his teeth and slashed out with all his strength.

A big head rose into the sky, blood splattered out.

"Hey, he's dead!"

There was a commotion before the execution ground. The hunchbacked old man and several others lowered their heads and hurriedly took a few steamed buns to dip in the blood. In the chaos, they were squeezed by others and the steamed buns fell to the ground. When they tried to reach out to pick up the steamed buns, they were stepped on by others. He was so anxious that he almost burst into tears, and all his hard work was in vain.

There was a lot of noise and chaos all around.

Chapter 126 The dream of becoming a Taoist (3k

The executioner raised his knife and lowered his hand. A big head flew up, and blood spurted out, dyeing the loess under his feet red.

The headless body fell to the ground without falling.

The bones of his knees were broken, and the stubble on the bones was stained red with blood. He relied on the broken knee joints to support him, and did not fall to the ground. He still stood there.

This state of death was truly horrifying, and even the people of the imperial capital who were accustomed to seeing executions at Caishikou were speechless and amazed.

After the exclamation, there was a rush, and the crowd crowded forward, eager to soak in the blood.

Jiang Chen, the storyteller behind the crowd, watched this scene silently, with only a little sadness in his heart.

He was a person who had been rescued by the Qiao family, so his emotions were surging and he was a little unable to control himself.