"cut!"

Liu Ye shouted loudly, and Wang Xuance stepped forward to verify his true self.

The wooden sign of the sword was thrown over, and the executioner raised the ghost-headed sword high. Zhang Xuan was pressed on the wooden pier. The wooden pier may have been used for many years, with dark red blood on it and a smell of an unpleasant smell, which was left by the prisoners who were killed before.

Zhang Xuan felt as if he was terrible and strange.

No matter how much he pleaded with or even expressed his willingness to give out all his family fortune, he could not replace the destruction of the Zhang family, and even one person could not save him.

Li Chao, the Iron-faced King of Hell, did not say anything about love at all. Although the prince also pleaded for him, it would be useless.

The executioner is very fat. He used to be a pig-killing butcher. The previous executioner was old and could no longer hold a heavy ghost-headed knife to cut off the criminal's neck. As an excellent executioner, if he could not cut off the neck with one knife, it would be time to retire.

The old executioner retired, and he had no son to inherit this craft. Shangzhou had no inheritance of the executioner, so the yamen finally found one from the butcher who killed pigs. The executioner in the yamen was a more promising profession than the market, and he was at least a businessman who was a public servant.

The new executioner was very strong. In the past, he could kill a fat pig worth more than 300 kilograms by himself. A heavy ghost-headed sword was nothing to him, and it would not be more difficult to dance than a butcher knife.

The new executioner who ate too much pigs into the water has a fat body like a pig.

With a shout, the ghost-headed sword swung down fiercely.

There was a burst of exclamation in the field. Under everyone's witness, the new executioner's first knife was very smooth. The knife accurately landed on Zhang Xuan's neck. The knife was very sharp and heavy. With the executioner's big knife, Zhang Xuan's head was separated directly.

The head rolled forward for several times before stopping, and blood squirted into Xu Gao.

There were a lot of exclamations below.

"good!"

People shouted.

Watching beheading is also the favorite activity of the people. This activity is sometimes rare a few times a year, and it always attracts countless people every time. When looking at beheading, there is another tradition, that is, the craftsmanship reviews of executioners. If the executioners have good craftsmanship, they will be cut off with one knife and be clean and neat, then everyone will cheer loudly. If the craftsmanship is born, then it may be rewarding.

The level of praise is often the best way to evaluate an executioner.

The butcher's first trip to change careers was quite outstanding.

"Okay!" He kept shouting.

Li Chengqian also sat aside and watched.

The first time he saw a murderer, his face turned pale, he vomited a lot, and he was sick. But now, he was enjoying it. If he had not maintained the title of the kind prince, he would have wanted to cheer.

"This head cuts really neatly."

Li Chao didn't think there was anything particularly strange about this. On the battlefield, every Modao hand would be better than these executioners.

They held up the Mo sword, and they could cut the men and horses into pieces with one knife.

Any strange knife can cut off the head with one knife.

Even a literati like Li Chao can still achieve one or two pieces with his precious sword.

"Teacher, why do they keep applauding?"

“This is tradition.”

“What tradition?”

"To evaluate the executioners, if you chop well, everyone will be more cheerful. If you chop poorly and you can cut your head for a few days, there will be no cheers, or even booing or over-the-color. If you are booed, the executioner may lose his job. The previous executioner in Shangzhou was booed because he was old and did not cut off a prisoner's head with one knife, and had to retire."

"I really want to drink a few times," Cheng Qian said.

"Sit here honestly and maintain your kind image."

The prince said helplessly, "Teacher, why didn't you uproot these thirteen families together, and leave them twelve families?"

"Because our mission is not to kill people, but to raise food and stop at the right time."

Seeing that Chengqian still didn't understand very much, Li Chao was too lazy to talk about it. Whether he could understand it depends on his own understanding.

"Actually, it is not necessary to applaud people when it comes to murder. There are three situations that cannot be applauded."

"What's the situation?" Li Chengqian was thrust into his appetite.

"The first situation is that the person who was killed is an official and cannot be praised. Because they are officials of the court. If they are praised, it will damage the prestige of the court."

"What about another kind?"

"There is another type of woman who is not allowed to be beheaded when she is beheaded, and she is afraid that the people will speak nonsense and insult the etiquette and politeness."

"Officials and women cannot be praised for their beheadings. There are some reasons. What about the third type?"

"You can guess!" Li Chao teased Chengqian.

"I guess I am a scholar. Scholars cannot be praised for beheading, which is a disgrace to betrayal." Cheng Qian said.

Li Chao just smiled and shook his head.

“Isn’t it?”

"no."

Zhang Xuan's head fell to the ground, and the yamen officials pushed another one.

Wang Xuance and others came to the stage in person, and after they confirmed that they were correct, they were allowed to take the stage.

"There is another kind of person who is beheaded and cannot be praised, he is a storyteller."

"Storyteller?"

"Well, it's the storyteller." In the past, there were no storytellers in the Tang Dynasty, and there were also similar artists, who made money by verbalism. Later, there were also special monks and lay people in major temples.

These monks specifically told Buddhist stories and adapted Buddhist deeds into vivid stories. Later, the common sayings of temples became the most lively thing in Buddhist temples. Even when some wealthy families were doing happy events, they even invited monks from temples to come and talk.

Now, because of Li Chao, there are special storytellers in Chang'an. These storytellers are those who Li Chao specially trained and promoted his heroic traditions of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Storytellers have become more popular artists than monks who speak of the world.

"Well, don't shout ok when the storyteller says his head."

“Why?”

"Because after the storyteller was cut down, if they heard a lot of cheers, they would get up and return!" Li Chao said seriously.

"Get up and return?" After hearing this, Li Chengqian couldn't help but burst out, and finally couldn't help it. He quickly covered his face with his sleeve to cover up his inappropriate smile.

It took a long time before Li Chengqian could hold back his smile. He looked at Li Chao resentfully, "Teacher, how could you do this?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You did it on purpose, on this occasion, deliberately made me laugh."

The audience cheered loudly one after another, and the parents of Wang Liu, Zhengkong and others were beheaded one after another. The new executioner thoroughly showed his superb strength today, chopping thirteen heads in one breath, without any mistakes, and all of them were neat.

"After listening to your joke, I didn't feel nauseous today!"

"It's hard to watch the murder without vomiting indifferently. You've grown up."

“Can the word maturity be used?”

"Maturity? When will you wait for yourself to kill someone with your sword and your face remains unchanged? At that time, you are truly mature. Now, at most, you have grown up a little." Li Chao said seriously.

Li Chengqian nodded.

Off the field, the tribe members of the Thirteen families cried below and robbed the earth. The men began to enter the field to collect the bodies of the parents under the supervision of the yamen!

"Teacher, is it really necessary?"
Chapter completed!