MMB Chapter 47 Death penalty
Chapter 47 Death penalty
Ge Huan stood behind Ji Xingzi, enduring all the staring eyes around him, everyone opening and closing their mouths, like thousands of troops, overwhelming the sky, wanting his life and thirsting for his blood.
My legs are weak, my head is a little dizzy, and my eyes are a little dizzy.
He could yell unscrupulously in the dark days, and take up the knife calmly and calmly, but he couldn't clear the clouds and see the sun in this massive condemnation that came for him alone.
I never imagined that one day I would be ridiculed, abused, insulted, humiliated, trampled and bullied without the power to resist. It should be said, I can’t, I can’t.
It's okay, with Master here, he said that he would not put himself in a dangerous situation, and he would protect himself.
Ge Huan tried his best to comfort himself, but for some reason, his heart trembled slightly. He hurriedly raised his head to look at Ji Xingzi's thin and thin back, which could protect him from the wind and rain, so that his heart could calm down a little and not be so afraid .
Only Shizun, in this cold and temperatureless world, the only one who can trust is Shizun.
Ji Xingzi said coldly: "Have you said enough? All the heads."
All the sect masters fell silent, they said what they needed to say, and expressed their meaning clearly enough, Ge Huan must be executed today!
Now let's hear how Ji Xingzi will deal with it.
Ge Huan tightly clenched the corner of his yellowed clothes with his hands, held his breath, and listened to Ji Xingzi's judgment on what he should do, hoping that he could pull him away from this catastrophe as before.
He didn't want to avenge any revenge, he was wrong, he was wrong, he deserved to die, but his only selfishness told him that he didn't want to die, he wanted to live, and wanted to be with Master.
The head and other members of the Junshan faction were nervous, Wan Xing respected him as a disciple, everyone knew him, could he agree to execute such an insulting and humiliating death penalty in public?
impossible!impossible!I can't even believe it!
The battle of the immortal sects is probably unavoidable today. It's ridiculous. The immortal sects who have been peaceful for a hundred years, although they often intrigue and fight frequently, they also fight in small ways. They have never jointly challenged and declared war like today.
Ge Huan did it alone.
Ji Xingzi said in a deep voice: "Before that, I would like to ask a question. You keep saying that Ge Huan is going all out to kill people for Hanwulu Immortal Grass. Now you own one plant and keep it hidden. How is it different from him?"
A certain head flinched and said: "This... this is a gift from your Junshan sect disciples, what has it to do with us?"
"Then I'm sorry, I won't give it away!" Ji Xingzi made a gesture to withdraw it.
Seeing this, some sect masters covered themselves up one after another, and some sect masters felt that what Ji Xingzi said made sense, and slightly lowered their heads in shame, without saying a word.
Shenyue faction's master sword has been slightly unsheathed: "There is no reason to take back what is sent out."
"Words must be done, everyone understands the principle of doing it, how did it change when Wan Xingzun came here?"
Some of the sect leaders also agreed, they seemed to be united and united, and surrounded the two of Ji Xingzi.
Ji Xingzi sneered needlessly without fear, and said coldly: "On the one hand, he accepts the gift with peace of mind, but also sternly refuses to let go, and on the other hand, he pretends to accuse Ge Huan of being insane for the fairy grass. Nausea."
Then the conversation changed abruptly: "Jiancao and Ge Huan can't get together today, you both have to think about it."
Lan Zhengtian secretly admired Ji Xingzi for being brave and resourceful, for sacrificing his ego in front of the big picture, and deftly deflecting and dispersing conflicts.
It's really tall. Since ancient times, Wan Xingzun has been cold and affectionate. It's not because of his fame. At the critical moment, his beloved disciple should be abandoned.
Ge Huan's face was pale, and his fingers began to ache sharply. He couldn't think whether Ji Xingzi's words were defending him, or if he was ruthlessly pushing him to the cusp of the storm, where he was skinned and cramped.
He didn't dare to ask, the person in front of him could be touched, but he felt far away.
Believe in the master, believe in the master, leave everything to the master, listen to the master, have no choice, even though there are countless reasons to overthrow it in his heart, he still forces himself to believe in it, firmly believe in this when he is down and down and hopeless countless times Projected in like an endless beam of light, the god who rescued him from the sea of suffering.
The heads really got together to discuss it, and they were not willing to give up the mist and dew grass. After all, it is a rare fairy grass. If you don't kill Ge Huan, it seems that the purpose this time is too straightforward, that is, Ben Han Misty Dew Grass came.
It's a little difficult.
This Wan Xingzun is too difficult to deal with, it's better not to wait for him to come back.
Ji Xingzi could feel the tension, trembling, and fear of the people behind him, as well as a slight steadfastness.
He resisted not looking back, and suddenly said loudly: "Everyone, have you discussed it? I am very tired from the recent journey, and I don't want to wait any longer."
It was still Sect Leader Song who dared to face the cold and hard-to-handle Wan Xingzun. He stroked his beard and said righteously: "Ge Huan, a disciple of Wan Xingzun from the Junshan School, lost all conscience, poisoned innocent people, and killed and injured countless people." , The crime he did was extremely heinous, the law of heaven cannot tolerate, the crime is unforgivable, he should be executed, but because he knew the crime, he picked misty and dewy grass for the immortals to make atonement, so he could avoid death, but the crime of living is inevitable, he must be punished Severe capital punishment."
Wu Shouzun lost his temper, and said loudly, "How is this different from the death penalty?" No matter how much he hated Ge Huan, he belonged to the Junshan faction. Sending them out to insult and humiliate him like this would damage the prestige of the Junshan faction too much. In humiliation, humiliation is the same as Junshan faction.
Everyone knows about the death penalty of the Junshan school, and everyone knows that the soul lock is twisted on the soul twisting pillar, and the skin is ripped apart with one whip. Those who have been punished will have five souls scattered within ten whips, and all six souls will disappear. On the soul twisting column, no matter whether you are a human or a demon, you are sacred.
Lan Zhengtian's expression changed drastically when he heard the words, it was almost fifty years since the last execution, and only a few people had seen the bloody scene, and the execution site has been closed for many years, and today it is going to be restarted for Ge Huan, the key is to Ji Xingzi is willing.
The Junshan school has the death penalty, and the soul-twisting column and the soul-twisting lock of the Demon Execution Prison can be called purgatory on earth.
The head of Shen Yue faction said: "Of course there is a difference, maybe Ge Huan can survive by luck!"
Wu Shouzun couldn't help cursing: "Fart!"
Head Song seemed to feel that something was wrong, and added: "That's fifty lashes."
Fifty whips!
Some of the older disciples of the Junshan School gasped, saying that Ge Huan must die with fifty lashes. What is the difference between this and public execution? Suffered to death.
Not to mention fifty lashes, Ge Huan would probably lose his mind if he couldn't withstand five lashes, and after fifty lashes, he would only turn into a pool of blood, mud, and a pile of bloodthirsty bones.
Seeing that Wan Xing hadn't spoken out, the head of the Kongtong School said, "If Master Wan Xing is not willing, I am willing to help you." You can try the Junshan School's soul-twisting lock, and you can go back for a while, but you will kill a little disciple , no problem.
The wind that blows at this time is full of endless biting chill, and this is late summer.
Ge Huan didn't quite know what the Junshan sect's capital punishment was, and what fifty lashes was. He didn't read the book "The Legend of the Evil Monarch of Another World" in detail, but he felt uncomfortable looking at the expressions of all kinds of people around him. Yes, it will be an unprecedented and huge punishment.
He wanted to reach out and tug at the corner of Ji Xingzi's clothes, and ask if he accepts the punishment, so that the immortal faction can extinguish the anger in their hearts and stop besieging the Junshan faction, then he can accept this punishment, he can accept it, Don't be so embarrassed.
This is something he did stupidly, wrongly, and deserves to be punished.
When the trembling hand just stretched out, the fingertips almost touched the corner of Ji Xingzi's pure white clothes.
Ji Xingzi still didn't change his face, and there was no fluctuation on his cold and handsome face: "If you don't fix it, don't worry about it, my apprentice, of course the deity will execute the sentence himself."
The hand suddenly dropped, no matter what, the master has decided.
Master Song saw Ji Xingzi let go, and said: "The execution will take place at [-]:[-] noon. Everyone will rest for a while. It must be that the soul twisting column has not been used for a long time, and I don't know if it will work or not."
Everyone had a lively discussion, and they were excitedly looking forward to the execution of the death penalty by the Junshan faction. I feel much happier with my own hands.
Ji Xingzi turned around without looking at Ge Huan, and said to the other disciples, "Take him down, and lock him into the Soul Twisting Pillar at [-]:[-] noon."
Ah Qing said: "Yes."
Ge Huan cast a lonely look at Ji Xingzi, who was going away, and then followed Ah Qing down. His footsteps were unsteady, and he almost fell. Ah Qing quickly helped him up.
There were endless discussions, and every time he passed by, he learned more about what capital punishment was, what the soul-twisting column was, what the soul-twisting lock was, how powerful it was, how cruel it was, and what the people on it were. Tragic, he felt that he was one step closer to death, to despair...
"Senior Brother Ah Qing, I'm sorry, I didn't treat you very well yesterday," Ge Huan said in a low voice, holding back the fear surging all over his body.
"As for Feng Ziyan, I think I am also responsible. I failed to stop the holy spirit demon in time. I didn't expect him to attack so quickly. I really didn't mean it. I... didn't have time. I'm sorry..." the last sentence , almost lost his voice, he choked up, and let out an sorry from his throat.
I'm sorry, he did a lot of things wrong...
Ah Qing was startled at first, then said calmly: "It's okay, it's over, you don't need to say sorry, Ge Huan, you, your own situation is very bad, can't you see it?"
Ge Huan was still unable to raise his head. He really didn't want others to see his bewildered, idiot looking about crying. He wanted to preserve his dignity, and he was not afraid at all, not afraid of death.
The only thing that chills him is that Ji Xingzi never gave him a look, never asked him a word, never cared about his opinion, even if he died, all he needed was a look.
"Well, I see, Ah Qing, thank you, I never thought that you would accompany me through this journey in the end."
Ah Qing sighed softly, her voice trembling slightly: "Don't try to close your eyes for a while, or think about something happy and simple, it might make you feel better."
Ge Huan pretended to be relaxed, and his tone was lighter, but his voice was still trembling: "Okay, I think it should be soon," and he will lose consciousness soon, and he doesn't have to suffer any more in this world. I've really had enough, I've had enough, is it a kind of fulfillment to die in the hands of the master? Isn't this what he has dreamed of for a long time? Why does he feel so desolate and uncomfortable...
Ah Qing didn't speak anymore, but her pace slowed down a bit, as if deliberately trying to make Ge Huan more psychologically prepared.
It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and the execution ground had been sealed by the head of the sect. The disciples quickly cleaned it up so that the representatives of the head of each sect could come in. Due to the limited space, only the head of the immortal sect and some prominent figures in the sect could enter.
The execution ground is called the Demon Execution Prison, and so far only two disciples have been punished, both of whom were nailed to death because of practicing kung fu and becoming obsessed, hence the name Execution Demon Prison.
The bloodstains on the column body have long since dried up and merged with the column, which cannot be washed away by wind and rain.
But it made people's heart tremble, as if they really went to hell.
Depression, panic, blood, horror...
Ge Huan was led step by step by Ah Qing, and stepped on the road paved with white jade, which was slippery, and there were exquisite figures carved in the white jade. Really, every place in the Junshan School is decorated so lavishly, with rows of faces.
After a while, when they reached the end, Ge Huan suddenly stopped. Why did he come so quickly? He didn't want to look up, and he didn't want to look around. They were all looking at the show meanly, and they were looking at him wishing he could go to hell.
A stone pillar stands in front of it, with cracked vermilion patterns, like a ghost with teeth and claws, extremely weird.
Ge Huan's body was suddenly bound firmly to the soul twisting column by a strong force. A chain was wrapped around his hands, and a chain was wrapped around his feet. They were all tightly bound, and his neck suddenly felt cold, and he was also locked. His face was still calm, but he had to see the figure in the distance.
He still wanted to call Shizun unwillingly, but his throat was locked tightly, he couldn't make a sound, he just swallowed softly.
The hopeless gray eyes wanted to find the last bit of comfort, but they couldn't find it.
Ji Xingzi was suspended in the air, looking at him at the same level, without any waves, emotions, or even chills in his eyes, as if the two of them had never known each other, as if they had a blood feud.
My heart suddenly felt as if it had been gouged out piece by piece, and it throbbed one after another.
For a moment, I wondered whether the master had wanted to kill him a long time ago, because he personally killed the five spirits, the woman he liked, and betrayed his trust. Gained so many disciples of Junshan Sect...
"What the villain Ge Huan has done is ashamed of the cultivation of the Junshan Sect, ashamed of the teachings of his deity, and even more ashamed of the innocent people who died in the world. Such disciples should be executed, but you are virtuous and tolerant, and are specially placed on the soul-strangling pillar." Soul-strangling with fifty lashes, executed by the deity himself, if alive, he will be expelled from the teacher's school, and if dead, he will sacrifice to the heavens."
At this point, we are cleared up, don't blame you for what you did in the original world, cleared up, we cleared up, Ge Huan, I will not let you die, just cleared up, just never see each other again, we are not masters and apprentices anymore, After today, you are free and so am I.
But for a moment, the hand holding the soul lock trembled slightly, as if trying to stop him from doing that, he would regret it, he would definitely regret it, Ji Xingzi calmed down, forced himself to concentrate, and had already decided, I can't take it back.
There must be a break with the past, even in this brutal way.
The people around were very satisfied with the verdict, and did not express any objection. Instead, they raised their spirits and stretched their necks to watch the spectacle of the death penalty.
When he was born, he was expelled from the school, and when he died, he worshiped the heavens. Ge Huan looked at Ji Xingzi steadfastly. He couldn't believe this sentence. The reason why he chose to come back was because he believed in Ji Xingzi too much. He believed that he would protect himself as promised, and protect himself well. The dreamy and beautiful promise fell apart at this moment, fragmented...
Not prepared well, too late to guard against, maybe not knowing how to defend at all, he even forgot how to guard against the person in front of him.
With lightning flashing, the sizzling soul twisting chain broke open in the air in an instant, and pulled away.
Ge Huan couldn't hold it back for a while, and suddenly raised his head straight up. There was a clanging sound at the ankle, wrist, and throat lock, which was made by the desperate struggle, and then a miserable scream pierced the sky. There were waves of reverberations in the Demon Slayer Prison.
Everyone was startled when they heard it, and they all secretly marveled at the fact that the Junshan School's capital punishment really lived up to its reputation and was number one in the world.
The sky is full of all kinds of wave light scattering caused by the swing of the soul twisting lock. It is beautiful, but at this time it only adds a bit of sadness.
I saw the blood-red tender flesh being twisted and opened at the place where the twisted soul chain was pulled, and the dense white bones suddenly appeared, forming a sharp contrast with the rest of the body. The man on the pillar chose to close his eyes and accept his fate to accept the next merciless whipping .
Ge Huan trembled and closed his eyes. It's not that he hasn't experienced this pain in this world. It's just that his heart hurts more than his body. Well, it doesn't seem that scary.
Another whip came in turn, and the entire soul twisting column shook three times. This time he didn't scream, he was prepared, and bit his lower lip hard with his teeth until blood oozes out, but he didn't scream.
It's just that the pain spread rapidly from the place where it was drawn to the whole body. The hands, head, feet, internal organs, and even every strand of hair felt numb and trembling.
But he couldn't break free, he was all restrained, and he gave up.
So for the chain whips that came one after another, his body just flicked symbolically as the whip twitched.
No consciousness anymore.
Part of the blood flowed down the pillar, soaked into the gaps in the vermilion pattern, and covered it with a fresh layer, layer after layer.
Part of the blood splashed on the spot with the whip, like a beautiful vermilion drizzle, which was shocking.
The people below seem to hear the sound of the whip being tempered into the bone and through the flesh. It is not at all fresh, curious, and excited at the beginning, only timid, fearful, and guilty.
Wan Xingzun is really cold and ruthless, this alone makes it difficult to look up to him, he treats his apprentice so mercilessly, he beats him to death, not to mention the person who just provoked him and dares to challenge him, thinks very carefully Fear, fear after bursts!
Everyone suddenly came up with the idea of killing a chicken to show the monkey.
Some people swallowed and couldn't sit still for a moment, really wanting to leave this bloody place, but the entrance was guarded by Chen Guangzun and Wu Shouzun of the Junshan School, and they couldn't get out at all.
Wu Shouzun also did not expect that Ji Xingzi, who was hysterically protected by the apprentice who protected the baby in the past, would treat Ge Huan like this today. .
Chen Guangzun sighed again and again, only thinking that Ji Xingzi sacrificed too much for the safety of the Junshan faction, so he reluctantly gave up.
A well-behaved child was beaten to pieces, bloody and bloody, and in the end it was just a puddle of blood, pulp, and a mummified corpse.
It's really sinful, it's better to agree to be executed directly from the beginning.
Ah Qing watched indifferently, then let go of her clenched fists, turned her head, and let out a long breath.
Some members of the Immortal School directly turned their faces away and didn't want to look at it. The painful whining sound was more uncomfortable than screaming, and the heart hurt.
After all, a teenager...
The hand holding the whip trembled even more after the fifth stroke, not only his hand trembled, but also his heart. Ji Xingzi found that he could no longer hold the twisted soul chain. He didn't dare to look, dare not look at the person in front of him becoming What's up.
No matter what, it's impossible to die.
Ge Huan was already on the verge of death, he couldn't even choke in pain, his bloody hair was fluttering and dancing in the strong wind, his veil had fallen from nowhere, and his ugly face was just beginning to be seen clearly, everyone felt palpitations and revulsion again, But after a while, it was stained and covered with blood, and I couldn't see it clearly anymore.
He just thinks why he can still think, he is not dead yet, please end it soon, die soon, okay, there is nothing worth commemorating in this world, it is all fucking bastards, cannibals without spitting out bones, murder without blood demon.
He no longer dared to trust anyone, never dared again, this grotesque world deprived him of the most basic trust in people time and time again.
The person he loves, the only person he believes in, he regards as a god who is high above and cannot be profaned, when he gave him a sincere heart carefully and unreservedly, quietly gave him a shocking and weeping ghost. With one blow, his love, his dignity, and his courage were trampled to nothing.
It also took away his last desire to live in this world.
So, let him die, end this absurd and ridiculous book-traveling career, it doesn't matter whether he returns to the original world or not, as long as he is not here, as long as he is not here, he will go crazy if he stays for a while longer, crazy, he has no life The courage to go down is gone...
When the consciousness dissipated, he seemed to hear the silence around him, there was no movement, but he also seemed to hear someone shouting, was it waving the flag for him, or was he saying that it was a good death.
Die well, die at last, be liberated, as you wish, and as I wish...
Everyone suddenly didn't hear the shocking sound when the whip was waving, they turned their heads curiously, and saw that the clothes of the person in the column were torn apart, and the white and delicate skin was ripped apart everywhere.
But along with the broken clothes on his body, there are veils flying all over the sky. The rules are different, big and small, but they are all stained with yellow stains and red blood stains that cannot be washed off. Anyway, no piece of veil is clean , but when they were first pulled out, they were one by one, layer upon layer, all folded neatly and neatly.
It seems to be a treasured treasure.
They fluttered in the air, fluttering, like elves dancing tenderly, and like blank paper mourning silence.
Floating with the wind, not knowing where to go...