Merchant of the Underworld

Qin Mengmeng returned to her hometown filled with anger and resentment.

Later, when she made the clay figures according to Bao Gong's wishes, she found that one of the clay figures had a beautiful girl tattooed on her neck. The pattern was very familiar, and Qin Mengmeng was stunned on the spot.

Immediately, she suddenly realized: Wang Meng not only cheated her body, but was also the murderer of her brother!

With tears in her eyes, she pressed the guillotine hard, but she hurt her hand again because she used too much force.

After listening to Qin Mengmeng's words, I finally understood why the wound on Wang Meng's neck was so special.

That tattoo is Qin Mengmeng’s ignorant first love, and it is an indelible memory. So Qin Mengmeng couldn't bear to destroy the tattoo, so she created that extremely strange knife!

After listening to her narration, Zhang Xiaoai and I didn't speak for a long time.

Qin Mengmeng did commit a capital crime, but she killed people who deserved to be killed. Should she be punished? Or should it be forgiven?

"You mean, that vaginal object is a guillotine?" After pondering for a long time, I asked.

Qin Mengmeng nodded silently.

"Take us to see it." I didn't mention catching Qin Mengmeng. After all, the most important thing now is to seal the evil object first, otherwise, it will be troublesome once it gets dark.

This evil thing has drank the blood of several people in a row and absorbed the Yin Qi. Once it escapes Qin Mengmeng's control, the consequences will be unimaginable!

Qin Mengmeng stood up tremblingly and took a long breath of relief.

"Bring these sacrifices." I pointed towards the bed.

Qin Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, looked at me gratefully, and then packed up the ritual gifts she had prepared long ago.

The three of us walked out and went straight to the Bao Gong Temple at the entrance of the village. With a creaking sound, the two extremely heavy doors were slowly pushed open.

Bao Gong Temple is not big, except for the dust all over the sky, the scene inside can be seen clearly.

There is an ancient desk in the middle, and behind the desk is a clay sculpture of Bao Gong. His face is dark, with a crescent moon on his forehead. He is wearing a bright red official uniform from the Song Dynasty, looking upright and majestic. Just sit there.

On the left stands a white-faced scholar holding a folding fan, who should be the legendary Gongsun Ce; on the right stands a young knight with a sword hanging on his waist, who should be Zhan Zhao.

At the foot of the statue of Bao Gong, there is an extremely heavy brass guillotine.

When I was outside the ancestral hall, I didn't feel much. Once I got closer to the guillotine, I immediately felt the thick Yin Qi, which was almost so overwhelming that I couldn't breathe!

There seemed to be a pair of ferocious eyes hidden in the Yin Qi, staring at us. Even I felt uncomfortable being stared at by it.

"No! The yin energy of this knife is too strong. Don't come in yet." I waved my hand and ordered Zhang Xiaoai and Qin Mengmeng to go out immediately.

Upon hearing this, the two of them obediently retreated outside the threshold, while I secretly poured my spiritual power into my body and approached with small steps.

Suddenly, the guillotine made a deafening metallic clang!

Then there was a flash of black light, and the entire ancestral hall fell into the embrace of darkness. An unprecedentedly powerful Yin Qi came over me, and the cool wind was like a blade, constantly circling around my neck.

For safety reasons, I attached a high-quality talisman to my body before moving on.

Kaka!

A layer of white frost formed on the guillotine, and it spread continuously, reaching my feet in just an instant.

It's summer now, it's noon, and the temperature outside is a full thirty-five or six degrees. No matter how cold it is in the ancestral hall, it won't freeze, which shows how terrifying this evil thing is.

It had already noticed that I had a lot of yang energy and was carrying a high-quality spiritual talisman, which posed a threat to it, so it issued a warning to me. If I dare to go further, I'm afraid I'll be rude!

The Bao Gong Temple is not very big. At this time, I was only about one meter away from the guillotine, which was enough to see the whole thing clearly.

This large guillotine was very heavy, weighing about three to four hundred kilograms. The blade was covered with copper rust, and the guillotine was filled with dried blood stains. You can tell at a glance that this is an old antique, at least a product of the Northern Song Dynasty.

On the handle of the guillotine, a lifelike dog head was carved, baring its teeth, staring, and looking at me fiercely.

The eyes of the dog head were full of fierce light, as if it had already come to life and would pounce on me at any time.

"This is... a dog-headed guillotine!" I was secretly surprised.

I'm afraid everyone is familiar with Bao Gong. His original name is Bao Zheng. He was a governor of Kaifeng and a bachelor of Longtuge. He was a famous upright official in the Song Dynasty.

During his tenure as an official, he was selfless and impartial in enforcing the law, redressing the grievances of countless helpless people. Therefore, the people word of mouth called him Bao Qingtian.

There is even a folk legend that there is a moon on Bao Gong's forehead, which can cut off the Yang during the day and the Yin at night. All unfair things in the underworld and the Yang world cannot escape his eyes.

Under his seat, there are three large guillotines, which are the "three guillotines from the blue sky" given by the emperor. The first is a dragon-headed guillotine, designed to kill the emperor's relatives; the second is a tiger-headed guillotine, designed to kill officials of the court; and the last is a dog-headed guillotine. Guillotine, specializes in killing local ruffians.

The one in front of me is probably the real thing that Mr. Bao used back then! When Bao Gong was alive, he used a dog-head guillotine to chop off the heads of many evil people. Those evil people could not be reincarnated, and their blood and wronged souls were all sucked into the guillotine.

Coupled with the Yin Qi accumulated for thousands of years, one can imagine how powerful it will be. No wonder it can kill people's heads thousands of miles away.

But what makes me question is, how did the dog-headed guillotine from the Song Dynasty end up in Qinjiatun?

Also, although Bao Gong existed in history, he was not as magical as in folklore. Whether it is the three guillotines in the blue sky or the moon on his forehead, there is no record in official history.

Could it be that the history books I read are all wrong? Gong Bao did indeed have a magical side, but he was just brushed aside by historians for some reason?