The First Cause of All Realms

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The weather turned cold, the sun was hazy, there seemed to be overcast clouds, and sporadic drizzle had already sprinkled Montenegro.

boom!

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

One by one, the fast yamen officers filed out, lined up on both sides, with knives and crossbows on their shoulders, waiting in full force.

On the empty streets, jailers escorted prisoners to come, and on the other side of the yamen, prison carts were ready.

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

Yang Prison stood in a corner, looking at the death row prisoners, some of them were ashen-faced, some were screaming frantically, and some were crying and begging for mercy.

All kinds of colors, and so on.

"The thief prisoner with the hair in front of his head is the thief prisoner in the 'Yangkong Mountain' 800 miles away in Montenegro. Although it is not the first evil, it should be executed according to the law."

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

Yang prison patrolled the prison and recognized this thief. He had an extremely bad temperament in the prison on weekdays, shouting and making trouble all day.

At this time, his face was pale and trembling.

"The number of people behind him are not too bad. Look at the seventh prisoner."

Wu Liu said, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes:

"That bitch, you can't get rid of your hatred if you kill it. According to the law, these **** should have been slashed with a thousand swords, but unfortunately, apart from Wei Lao, no one in Montenegro has this skill..."

"Forgive your life, spare your life!"

The prisoner was even more unbearable than one of the bandits, and his bones were softened by howling miserably.

"Damn it!"

Yang Yu's eyes were slightly cold.

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

In addition to those few serious crimes, those who pluck and break branches should also be put to death.

It's a pity that Ling Chi's execution was a skill, and Wei He was the only one in the entire Heishan City.

Yang Yu thought to himself that with his knife skills at this time, he couldn't stab someone for 3,600 knives 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 mourner, waiting to be taken to the execution ground.

Wu Liu obviously knew a lot about these people.

These death row prisoners, from bandits, harvesting and breaking branches, killing husbands, wives, and mothers, have everything, until Yang Prison's reluctance to execute executions by himself disappeared.

These people really don't deserve to die.

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

"coming!"

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

"Um?"

With a move in Yang Yu's heart, he sensed the nervousness of all the ya Kuai yamen, and many of the bows and crossbows were almost full.

thump~

dong dong~

With the sound of a big stone falling to the ground, another death row prisoner was driven towards the yamen.

The prisoner had messy hair and was wearing a heavy shackle. The steel chain was not enough to wear the pipa bone, and behind him was dragging an iron block that was more than half a person tall.

Heavy shackles, shackles, pipa bones...

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

It was him who made all the yamen and arresters look like a formidable enemy.

"It's this person who killed the nephew of the lord."

Wu Liu took Yang Yu back a step and said solemnly.

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

He also heard the old jailer talk about the cruelty of this man. It is said that this man had gone insane after his exploits.

However, in Wu Liu's mouth, his biggest crime was killing the nephew of 'Liu Wenpeng'.

"This person's horizontal and external skills can't be hurt by any casual sword. When you execute the execution, be sure not to hold back your strength."

Wu Liu warned in a low voice:

"Try your best, chop off his head within three knives!"

Yang Yu didn't speak, just nodded. At this moment, the prisoner on death row who was bound by shackles suddenly raised his head, his eyes reddened under the messy hair.

Suddenly he laughed silently.

The expressions of all the jailers and arresters all changed, and they retreated in horror.

"Iron Dragon!"

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

"Bah!"

He responded with a mouthful of **** phlegm:

"A **** like a pig and a dog is also worthy of shouting in front of Lao Tzu?"

The death row prisoner squinted at the yamen, ignored Wu Liu's anger and turned into anger, stepped into the yamen and walked into the lobby.

"Iron Crotch Technique comes from this person?"

Yang Yu's heart moved, and he clearly sensed 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 guards stood on both sides with water and fire sticks, and the swordsman and brush officer sat at the bottom, writing documents, and letting the prisoners draw the prisoners.

Beneath the upright and bright plaque, about 100 or 50 literati were dressed in variegated collars and black gauze caps with wings.

End-to-end is a good sell.

Yang Yu recognized that this scholar was Liu Wenpeng, who was famous in Dongzhu County 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. Those who are officials pay the most attention to manners. Those with bad manners have some talents and learning, but they often cannot make up for the lack of fat.

Heishan City is Shangxian County, with a population of tens of thousands of households and a grain output of 100,000 stone, and the location is remote, so it is naturally beautiful.

Snapped!

Gavel took a heavy photo.

Liu Wenpeng raised his long eyebrows and said in a cold tone:

"When you get off the station, you dare not kneel when you see this master?!"

"Haha~"

The death row inmate laughed: "It's up to you to want Lao Tzu to kneel?"

Let a few yamen carry water and fire sticks to break through the random beatings, and people are like rocks and they don't move.

"That's it!"

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

The death row prisoner didn't object either, but after glancing at the confession, he suddenly waved his hand, and threw the four yamen who were holding him aside.

"Bold!"

A few hunters stepped forward, and the crossbow made a 'click' sound.

"Have the guts to kill, but have no guts to confess?!"

Liu Wenpeng sneered:

"In the end, it's a gangster, a daring bandit."

"Grandpa laughs at you, this 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 random swords. There are two mistakes and omissions in this one, so how should grandpa draw?!"

A few yamen officers and Zhao Kuai pretended to be furious, as if they were going to shoot this raven with bows and crossbows.

Liu Wenpeng waved his hand and asked:

"Where is the mistake?"

"So that you know that grandpa never murdered secretly, but upright, killing his whole family!"

The prisoner held his head high, and a wicked smile 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 and arresters hold him down, UU reading www.uukanshu.com turned around with a big laugh, and dragged a group of prison guards towards the prison cart:

"One knife!"

"Grandpa kills with just one knife!"

"To kill that puppy, just one knife!"

There was dead silence in the lobby, all the yamen clerks looked at Liu Wenpeng's livid face, and did not dare to let out the air.

"A good knife, a good knife."

After a long while, Liu Wenpeng sneered "hey":

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

Thousands of cuts! "

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Exiting the yamen, he glanced at the prison van in the drizzle, and Yang Yu frowned: "This is not right..."

People, are you afraid of death?

no!

Anyone who is not afraid of death, or has an unshakable faith in his heart, or is discouraged and has no business.

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

Is it possible that someone will come to rob the Dharma Field?

Thinking of this, Yang Yu's heart tensed.

"God thief! I'm going to die, you're still raining, and you're still raining on me!"

On the prison van, a death row inmate was crying and cursing.

"To shut up!"

The gloomy-faced jailer swung his hand to be the one who was whipped.

"You howling? You can just go, the uncle has to come back!"

"…"

The death row prisoner was beaten and lost his voice, drooping his head and accepting his fate.

"Yang Prison."

Wu Liu came over and told the magistrate's order.

Yang Yu nodded expressionlessly, excused himself to go back to change his clothes and grab a knife, and hurriedly walked towards the small courtyard where Wei He was.

This is a bad thing, I can't take it...

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