Zhu Youxiao immediately understood what the situation was, but he had already expected this.

"Will the execution be executed?" Zhu Youxiao shouted again.

"Execution! Execution!" At this time, the Jinyiwei, who had been arranged in the crowd, began their work in disguise. They gritted their teeth and raised their fists and roared loudly, as if they had a grudge against the eight families above.

It was easier to deal with someone taking the lead, so the people below also roared.

Gradually, noisy sounds gathered together, forming a unified and shocking sound, and even the dust on the eaves next to them was shaken by the sound.

Zhu Youxiao pressed his hands down to signal them to stop the sound.

"It's time for noon to be executed!"

"Execution!"

"Execution!!!"

The eight executioners were ready to finish. They stood in front of the heads of the eight major families, drank a bowl of wine and then threw the wine bowl to the ground, falling to pieces.

Then he said to these eight people: "There are injustice and debts, and even if you are in the Hall of Hell, the Lord Yan will not spare you!"

To be honest, these eight people were still a little upset, because although the eight of them were executioners, none of them would be like this.

Because this Lingchi is not qualified for everyone to execute, so few executioners know this thing. The executioners in the capital are really good at practicing this Lingchi skill. They usually have a lot of effort. Generally, the executioners in the prison guards generally have a deep connection with the big butcher shop. When there is no punishment, their master will take them to the butcher shop as helpers. They will turn countless beasts into pieces of meat, and until the end they practice the skill of cutting flesh in their hands as if they are overweight. They say that if one pound is cut, one tael or one tael will never be missing or one tael more after one tael.

These eight executioners can only drive the ducks to put them on the shelves, otherwise there is nothing we can do. No one except the capital will play this.

But the emperor said, Lingchi, you must do whatever you want, and it is too late to transfer people from the capital, so they found an old executioner living in Datong. He heard that he had worked in the Ministry of Justice before and was an elite executioner who had learned Lingchi. Under his guidance, eight executioners from Datong Prefecture learned basic lingchi skills.

I saw an executioner suddenly hit Fan Yongdou's heart, then he turned his hand skillfully and dug a piece of meat the size of a copper coin from Fan Yongdou's chest. The knife was about to dig a little out of Fan Yongdou's chest, which was exactly the same as a blind man.

Then the executioner stabbed the piece of flesh with the tip of his knife, raised it high, and showed his skills to the people and the emperor below. This is the rule.

"The first piece!" An apprentice behind the executioner whispered loudly.

Fan Yongdou, who was dug up a piece of meat, suddenly felt trembling all over his body, and he made a whimpering sound in his mouth. He wanted to scream but couldn't scream with a cloth in his mouth. When he thought that this was the beginning, he didn't know how many sins he had to suffer later, he regretted why he didn't kill him in prison last night, and why didn't he die by himself!

Then the executioner's wrist shook, and the piece of meat stuck on the tip of the knife flew to a very high place and then fell. The first piece of meat was Xie Tian. The second piece of meat began to take action on the left chest, and it was still as clean and accurate as it was, and it had to dig out the point on the left. Then the tip of the knife picked up the meat and fell down, and the second piece of meat fell to the ground, which was Xie Tian. The scientific name of these two pieces of meat was Qian Meat, which was dedicated to the heaven and earth!

Now, two holes as big as copper coins appeared on Fan Yongdou's chest. Although it was bleeding, there was little blood flowing. The reason was that the sudden palm before the operation knocked the prisoner's heart tightened, which greatly slowed down the speed of blood circulation. This was what the older generation of executioners repeatedly told him to do.

After doing this, the executioner used a clean towel dipped in salt water to directly wipe the blood from Fan Yongdou's chest, making the knife's mouth look brand new.

Next, the executioner started the third knife in front of Fan Yongdou's chest. The flesh was still the size of a copper coin and the shape of a fish scale. The new knife edge was connected to the edge of the old knife edge and had a clear boundary. This Lingchi was also called fish scale cutting. Why is it called this name? Because it is indeed very vivid and appropriate. If the exposed stubble was white and there was not much blood, it indicates that this job had a good start. A successful Lingchi must have had very little blood. Before the surgery, a sudden slap was used to close the prisoner's meridians. This would be enough to cut the number of swords to ensure that the prisoner did not die. Otherwise, the blood flowed like a blow and the blood filled the body, which would affect observation. There would be no way to cut the knife, and then this job would be smashed.

The executioner looked at his masterpiece and wiped his sweat with satisfaction. The first time he was slapped in the air and was in front of the emperor. It is conceivable how much pressure this executioner was in his heart. Fortunately, he was okay in his studies and did not lose face.

So the executioner would throw the third piece of meat into the air, and this swing was called thanking the ghosts and gods.

This is the rule of Lingchi's execution, and it feels very ritual.

"good!"

"OK!"

"Good cut!"

The people below immediately began to cheer, it looked so good, this is Lingchi, it is so amazing.

Next, he began to show his true unique skills, so the sword flew like a flying sword, and pieces of meat as big as a copper coin flew off the execution platform and fell in front of the people. These people were robbed as if they were injected with chicken blood. The country was hatred and the family was irreconcilable!

Fan Yongdou wanted to faint, but he was fed by the characteristic herbs. Although he felt very painful, he didn't feel dizzy at all.

I can only bear this pain that penetrates my soul.

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None of the eight people on the stage who accepted Lingchi was good. They were already full of feces and urine, and they could only whimper when they were blocked.

This time, the executioner used the five hundred swords to punish him. He didn't have any pressure in his heart, but he felt relieved and was very happy. If the highest punishment was 3,600 swords to punish him, they might be crying.

The people below were very excited. Every time a piece of meat was cut, someone shouted and shouted.

Some people even shouted that he was willing to buy this piece of meat with a liang of silver, but they couldn't find anyone who was willing to sell it. Getting this piece of meat was like getting a treasure. Although he was gritting his teeth, no one was willing to take it off.

They think this meat represents their hatred. If they can get this piece of meat, they can also express their hatred.

Zhu Youxiao was already in a bad mood at this time. To be honest, this was really disgusting. Looking at the fat man who was being executed, Zhu Youxiao only felt regretful that he should have eaten some light braised pork last night!

"Woo!" Zhu Youxiao only felt something surged up, but so many people looked at him and could only forcefully suppress him.

Hold on! Lingchi, who had made an appointment with me, would have to finish watching it with tears in his eyes.
Chapter completed!