The young eunuch hummed and said, "Your Majesty means that he will be beaten with eight hundred strokes and that he will die with eight hundred strokes."

The executioner was stunned and said to the young eunuch: "Is it eight hundred or eighty?"

The young eunuch said: "Eight hundred."

The executioner was silent for a while and then said to the young eunuch: "Is there a mistake? Eight hundred sticks, how is this possible?"

The young eunuch said: "How can your majesty's golden words be false? You should remember this. I want him to die on the 800th stick."

After the young eunuch finished his instructions, he turned around and left.

As for Shi Wu, he stood there blankly and didn't say a word.

The executioner looked at Shi Wu in confusion and asked, "What mistake did you make to make His Majesty so angry?"

As a result, Shi Wu staggered and fell to the ground.

The executioner said speechlessly: "What are you doing? How come you fell down after just saying a word?"

The newcomer said nervously: "Sir, what should I do now? I can't do it if I want him to die with eight hundred sticks."

The executioner said: "Nonsense, of course you can't do it. Even I can't guarantee that you can do it."

The executioner rubbed his hands and said nervously: "I don't know if I can do it. I hope I can."

The executioner selected the wisest person among them to be the counter.

Others said: "Sir, we don't have to be so entangled. First, give him seven hundred sticks lightly, and in the end, hit him harder with one hundred sticks. Just beat him to death."

The executioner shook his head and said: "Of course you can kill people in this way, but your majesty will definitely be angry if you are opportunistic. If we are held accountable, none of us will be able to escape."

"What's more... those of us who are in charge of punishment must also have certain requirements for ourselves and cannot relax ourselves too much. Now that we have the opportunity to strive for excellence, we must find ways to achieve it."

"Once you break through this level, one day, holding this torture stick in your hand will be like your own body, and you can handle it with ease and be invincible."

The others nodded and said with admiration: "My lord, you are right, it is inspiring."

The executioner smiled slightly and said, "Let's get started."

Then, the executioner held the wooden stick and slowly hit Shi Wu.

Shi Wu snorted and realized that it didn't seem to be that painful.

The pain is certainly painful, but it is not unbearable.

The executioner smiled and asked Shi Wu: "How is it?"

Shi Wu said: "It's okay."

The executioner smiled and said, "It's okay if you think it's okay."

Then he struck down the stick one by one.

Shi Wu suddenly felt that the force of each stick was the same, which was a bit magical.

He said to the executioner: "Brother, you can control your strength."

The executioner laughed and said, "As long as you like it, adults. Although you have made mistakes, we still have to take care of you if you can take care of them."

In this way, the two hundred sticks passed by calmly. The strength of these two hundred sticks was equal.

By this time, the new guy was already dumbfounded.

Is there really such a powerful person in the world? A dozen sticks with the same strength is nothing, but hundreds of sticks with the same strength are definitely extraordinary strength.

Half an hour later, the executioner had already struck five hundred sticks.

Each stick will leave a small red mark, but the accumulation of these red marks has already resulted in serious injuries.

Shi Wu finally felt the pain and couldn't help but scream.

The executioner smiled slightly and said, "My lord, you are quite tolerant."

Shi Wu breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "It's because your skills are so good."

The executioner laughed and said, "Thank you, sir. In fact, my skills are very average."

Shi Wu likes this kind of conversation very much because it can distract him and make him forget about the pain.

But when he hit 600 sticks, Shi Wu couldn't help it anymore and started screaming in agony.

The newcomer looked at Shi Wu, then at the executioner, and said, "Sir, you don't seem to have applied more force. Why is he screaming so miserably?"

Shi Wu said: "Before, the wounds were all hidden wounds, but now all those hidden wounds have appeared. The new injuries are added to the old ones. Isn't this an attack now?"

The newcomer said, "That's it."

By the time he hit 700 sticks, Shi Wu could no longer scream.

He lay softly on the ground, and every time the wooden stick fell, he jumped like a dead fish.

By the time the 750 strokes were struck, the executioner had already begun to sweat.

Not tired, but nervous.

But his hand didn't stop, still slowly falling down and slowly raising it up.

Suddenly, Shi Wu shouted loudly: "Long live your Majesty."

Then there was no sound.

The executioner was a little worried and asked the people around him: "Is he dead?"

The people around looked at it: "Not yet."

The executioner breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

He continued to hit at a constant frequency.

When the number of hits reached 799, the newcomer said excitedly: "He's still alive. He's still alive. All he needs to do is hit him hard. Hit the vital part."

The executioner was silent for a while and said, "No, I also have requirements for myself."
Chapter completed!