Nightfall

In the yard, the black prisoners were kneeling all over the ground. These prisoners were men and women, old and young, rags, pale, and obviously had not seen the sun for many years. They had long lost the courage or desire to continue living. For them, it may be a relief. They kneel very numbly, without any sense of atonement, so the rain falling from the sky does not add much to the scene.

The officials from the Hube Department looked at this scene, and they were nervous. The hand holding the pen shivered slightly, while the executioners waiting nearby appeared very calm. The hand holding the knife handle was extremely stable.

"How to kill?"

Shangguan Yang Yu stood half-bowed behind Ning Que, and whispered: "The practitioners who participated in the rebellion were all here except for those who were sick and sentenced to death. Did they kill them all or kill them?"

Ning Que looked at the prisoners in Qiu Yu and said, "Maybe you have to kill a few times. Don't kill all today."

Shangguan Yang Yu said: "What criteria are selected for? The importance of the Xiling Temple or the crimes committed in the rebellion in those years? These guys had blood on their hands."

Ning Que said: "Since it is for the temple, some random picks to kill it are."

Shangguan Yang Yu didn't understand it and asked, "Random?"

Ningwei waved his hand and said, "It means just picking blindly."

The officials of the household ministry looked at each other, but the veteran murderers who held the knife for execution were also a little stunned. Only Shangguan Yang Yu waved in the rain without hesitation, beckoning to kill half.

The blade cut through the rain silk and landed on the prisoners' necks. They easily cut through the muddy skin and dry muscles, cut off the bones, and carried a thick and not bright blood.

Snapped, the person's head fell into the ground like a ripe fruit, flicked twice in the stagnant water on the blue stone plate and then quieted down, and the gushing blood was quickly diluted by the rain.

Seeing the death of a companion, the prisoners were finally awake by the fear of death. The numb nerves regained some vitality. Some people tried to break the rope and escaped. Some fell desperately in the rain and cried. Some people looked at Ning Que standing under the courtyard, his eyes full of hate.

The picture of murder is inevitable bloody, Ning Que is not perverted to be willing to appreciate, nor interested in eye and spiritual communication with those who are dying, turned around and walked back to the hall.

Held up a cup of tea that was still warm and took a sip. He looked up again at the court and saw that dozens of corpses had fallen in the autumn rain, and the blood on the bluestone floor became much thicker.

Autumn rain is miserable. In addition to the sound of killing grass in the court, except for the sound of the blade cutting into the bone, only the corpse leans forward and hits the ground heavily, smashing the water out of the splash.

Ning Que looked at the clear tea in the bowl and didn't know what he was thinking. Shangguan Yangyu looked at his profile and didn't know what he was thinking. Hube officials kept painting hooks on the prisoner's roster, and as those names became fewer and fewer, their faces became paler and paler, not knowing what they were thinking,

Autumn rain continued, and the frequency of the inter-court sounds gradually became slower. The breath of the swordsmen became thicker and thicker. After so many heads were cut, it was still very tiring after all.

Sentences and related staff from the Ministry of Crime sent to the court to start to examine the bodies before preparing to dispose of them. After drinking a bowl of hard liquor, the swordsmen took a break.

Is not over yet, Ning Que said that today, many people will be killed to remove these bodies, and the ground in front of the court will be vacated for the swordmen to recover their physical strength and continue to kill.

More prisoners were sent over. In addition to the prison department, there were dozens of people specially sent by the military department at the request of the military department. There was no way to kneel on the ground in front of the court. They had to be divided into several batches.

"These ... most of them are only family members." An Hube official flipped through the roster of prisoners in his hand and looked at Shangguan Yang Yu in shock. "Do these people have to kill too?"

Shangguan Yang Yu didn't answer his question, Wang Xiangning asked, "Is also killing blindly?"

Officials' faces are a bit ugly. Hundreds of people detained before the court are implicated family members. Even if they did n’t know about the war in the past, and even committed an accomplice, it was difficult to condemn the death penalty according to the Tang Law. It is also the power of the Penal Department or Dali Temple. Is this the way to kill?

These hundreds of family members were imprisoned for several years in prison, and their spirits are not bad, because they are not practitioners, they are not subject to any restrictions, and they can make a sound. At this time, listening to the officials, they only know what is going to happen today. Frightened, he cried out injustice.

Their crime is to pass the enemy. The biggest difference between the Tang law and the treason lies in whether it is actively implemented, so the most common enemy is often the family members of the treason, which is a well-understood thing.

After the outbreak of the war a few years ago, many Tang people returned from all over the world. Two-thirds of the Taoists at the southern gate of Haotian Dao were cut off from the Xiling Temple, but there are still devout Haotian believers who refuse to loyal to the Xiling Temple. After returning, he even served in the cavalry of the Xiling Temple. These people are traitors, and their families are the enemy. No matter whether they sever relations with their relatives in Xiling, they will always be the enemy. Because the blood connection is continuous, this is the coldest and cruelest in Tang Law. Laws.

In the past few years, Tang Guochao searched everywhere, guarded against the border, and captured thousands of people suspected of passing the enemy, and then detained them in the prisons of Chang'an City and various states and counties. In addition to the Ming Law, the most important reason is naturally Deterrence restrains those traitors far away.

Today, Ning Que is going to kill these people. This is a very unbelievable thing. Not only do these family members do not understand, but also the officials in the court do not understand.

The laneway on the side of the courtyard was full of **** smell. The heads that had been cut off were temporarily piled up on the rickshaw and waited for treatment. Suddenly a head rolled down, rolling in the rain, all the way to the court In the meantime, rolled to the eyes of the family members, causing a burst of exclamation and crying.

Ning Que raised his head and looked at the men, women and children who were kneeling in the autumn rain, as if they saw the gray wall wetted by spring rain opposite the old pen Zhai many years ago, and saw the dead little black son.

Looking at the human head in the rain, he remembered the catastrophe that took place in the General's Mansion many years ago, and the blood that overflowed the door and the heads of acquaintances like watermelons.

"The spring rain fell in Chang'an City that year. The court and the temple were negotiating and preparing for a peace talk. I took the Yulong Gang and the Yulin Army into the Qinghe County Hall and killed all the people in Qinghe County in the rain."

He said: "I want to come now, I have some regrets."

The officials looked at each other mildly and thought about the goodness of the academy ... However, Ning Que said immediately: "At that time, you should leave some to kill slowly, or you can get more benefits."

There was a silence between the courts, only the sound of rain and the crying of the children who couldn't suppress it.

"I know you think you are innocent, and those of the Qinghe people probably think so. Even from the perspective of Tang Lü or Dao Chaide, some of you are really innocent."

Ning Que looked at hundreds of people in the rain and said, "But I don't care."

The officials in the court and Yu Linjun are both Tang people. They care about these things, so their faces are a bit ugly, but Shangguan Yang Yu does not care, and slowly raises his right hand in the autumn rain.

He and Ning Que are both atypical Tang people. Tang law is just a tool for them. As for those beautiful Taoist or sentimental feelings, it is good to be used for appreciation and does not need to be owned.

Hands up, it is the knife falling.

The knife fell, and the head fell.

Old cheeks, young cheeks, still childish cheeks, because of the loss of blood and washed by autumn rain, instantly became very pale, no longer breath of life. Accompanied by horrified shouts, sad cry for mercy, bitter screams, and sad cry, all kinds of heads kept falling in the rain.

The families of hundreds of traitors died in the autumn rain, the blade cut through the flesh and brought death, and the sound became more and more dull. That was the relationship between the edge and the blade. Until the end, the sound of beheading became a certain Such a great blow, like a broken drum being beaten nonstop, dull and terrifying.

The hands of the knife and axe finally shivered, and the hands of household officials couldn't hold the pen anymore. The ink sticks on the roster became bigger and bigger. The hooks of the painting were difficult to form, but I never heard of a stop. signal of.

Shangguan Yang Yu thought he really didn't care, but after watching the men, women and children die in the pool of blood and the head piles in the rain in the court getting higher and higher, he realized that his heart was still not strong and hard enough to reach out I don't know whether it was sweat or rain drops on my forehead, and I asked Ning Que with a trembling voice: "Enough?"

Ning Que said: "The Hube is the best at counting money and counting people. I let you do this. I just want to know how many talents are enough to kill, so this question should be answered by you."

Shangguan Yang Yu sighed and said, "I'm an ordinary person, I can't understand the state of mind of the practitioners ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The most important thing is, I don't know how much influence the temple has on that person, so ... I don't I may know how many talents are enough to kill, and I even doubt **** them is not enough. "

Ning Que knew that Shangguan Yang Yu's statement made sense, which was also the least certain thing for him. Can the joys and sorrows in the secular world really affect people like drunkards?

Lengyu Lili wind is cold, but can not stop the pungent **** smell in the courtroom, he looked at the thick blood that the rain can not dilute, said: "Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad."

It was at this time that Shangguan Yang Yu did not forget to praise: "Good poetry."

Ning Que said: "Or do you come first?"

Shangguan Yang Yu said with a wry smile: "Where is this mood."

Ning Que stretched out his hand and followed the dripping rain on the eaves, saying, "It's raining and hitting children. Idle and idle."

Shangguan Yang Yu said: "Mr. is very leisurely.

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"I don't actually know how many talents are enough to kill, but as I said just now, idle is also idle, anyway, these people should die, anyway, the court will have to spend money to feed these idlers, so let's kill and watch. Idle come Nothing kills people, and autumn winds and autumn rains kill idlers. If you say this is fun, it also works. "

Ning Que walked into the rain and turned to look at the officials and said, "Or, you can try to kill more. Hube is in charge of the rations of the prisoners of war. You should be very clear about the number of people. How to kill?" The update team @ 画 长空 provide. "If you like this work, you are welcome to ◤first release◢ vote for the recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.)