Chapter 3: Who can’t dare to blame (1)

The third chapter, who does not dare to blame (1) ("")
People are still talking about the excitement of the new executioner killing, Yang Chen is sensing the heat flow in the body. The old magic is not wrong, at least until now, there is no mistake, but I still don't know how it works.
Back in his own small courtyard, Yang Chen turned out a colorful stone from the mill. Even if someone can see it, you must not recognize what it is. Only Yang Chen knows that this colorful stone is the one used by the later generations to test the disciples. The innate roots have been doomed, the only thing that can change is the acquired spiritual root.
With both hands up, the pebbles have almost no change, but if you look closely, there is so little faintness that you can't find red light. This also means that there is a slight change in the spirit of the day after tomorrow. After all, killing only one person, I want to change the roots a lot, it is too much to play. However, at least it proves that this practice is indeed effective.
With Yang Chen’s 10,000-year practice experience, he did not find any damage to the body when the exercises were transferred, and found no hidden dangers. In other words, for the time being, this practice is really no problem. The most amazing thing is that this method does not increase the spiritual power, and does not temper the gods. Even if it is practiced, it is still an ordinary person, and will not commit the taboos of heaven. When you enter the Sendai, there are still enough opportunities.
Since the second half of the year, there have been many problems in various places. Under the circumstance of being annoyed, the imperial court directly gave the local tough orders, arrested the bandits, and set up a decision! Under the unprecedented toughness, many local gangsters can be caught almost every day. At the beginning, it was a few, and later it became ten or twenty. In a few days, it began to catch up with forty-five.
In the county town, in addition to the old scorpion who reported the disease, only Yang Chen is currently a hangman. Every day, Yang Chen is responsible for cutting dozens of heads. At the beginning, people were still interested in seeing the punishment in the court. After seeing it, no one had such leisure.
"There is a head, the debt has the Lord, I have no complaints with you in the past, there is no hate in recent days, in the next duty, I was ordered to act, offended!" Before every execution, Yang Chen would say such a statement. The words are clear and clear, and the cause and effect will not touch. Only after a few days, Yang Chen has already said that he is very familiar.
Hey, Yang Chen slashed a knife and cut a human head. The blood spewed directly from the neck without the head. Yang Chen did not get a drop. This is the result of his careful training. Hundreds of heads have already given him the skill of not being contaminated with a trace of blood after beheading.
Hey, Yang Chen took a long breath and seemed to have the vitality contained in the body. He also sucked into Yang Chen’s body with this long inhalation. It has been running hundreds of times, and it has once again flowed around, bringing this essence to the limbs, nourishing Yang Chen’s body and changing Yang Chen’s spiritual root.
There is no hesitation in his hands. Yang Chen is like a skilled worker on the assembly line. He goes to the second prisoner, cuts his head, inhales, works hard, and then is the third, fourth...
On that day, there were forty-five gangsters who had to cut their heads. Yang Chen cut the last one and the body was full of strength. Carefully felt the changes in the body, Yang Chen still shook his head slightly. The essence of mortal life, even if it is absorbed, the use does not seem to be very large, unless it kills tens of thousands of thousands, it may have obvious effect.
However, Yang Chen believes that it is of no use, and it is quite another matter to look at others. Perhaps it is the reason of the practice. After each kill, Yang Chen will be covered with a thick suffocation, which will not dissipate for a long time. The whole person, like climbing out of the sea, is full of murderousness. Needless to say, ordinary people, even the military officers around the court, seeing Yang Chen, are unconsciously turning their heads away and letting him open. Eyes.
Walking on the street, the residents in the city did not even dare to look at Yang Chen, but they could not avoid it. As soon as Yang Chen appeared, it was almost a scene of people. This has also caused Yang Chen to save a lot of trouble, at least no one dared to come over to find Yang Chen's suffocation. Even if they despise Yang Chen again, they dare not say half of the words that are inappropriate.
Rest in the morning, beheading at noon, practicing boxing in the afternoon, and a regular month after a regular day, Yang Chen also absorbed a lot of life essence of death row. Although he did not achieve the goal he most wanted to achieve, but the benefits of the body's blood, it has already made his boxing a new level.
On this day, Yang Chen was executed from the law court and walked on the way home. He saw the red sky. Today is very strange, just after noon, there is a sunset, and the evening glow is full of the sky, the color is also red like blood.
Seeing this scene, Yang Chen’s face finally showed a smile. Waiting for such a long time, it is this day. The blood of the sky, this is only known when Yang Chen’s predecessor flew into the fairy world. This day, it corresponds to the dramatic change of the heavens.
After eating dinner, Yang Chen entered the dream early. It’s strange to say that no matter what you do, you went to sleep early that night. Even if he was in the other place, he was not on the bed, but suddenly he was tired and he found a place indiscriminately, all of which entered the dream.
"Yang Chen, are you a hangman?" In the sleep, Yang Chen suddenly heard a broken drink.
"Exactly, adults!" Hearing this question, Yang Chenfei quickly got up from the bed and replied to the void. At this time, Yang Chen discovered that he was no longer in the original room.
"As long as it is a death row, can you dare? Can you get it?" The voice asked another question.
"As long as it is a death row, I dare to marry, but I can win it!" Yang Chen replied proudly without hesitation.
"Follow me!" The master of the voice did not appear at all, but only passed a majestic voice: "Going to the Fa, swearing!" In the voice, full of domineering, the people can not have Rejected mind.
"Yes, adults!" Yang Chen didn't want to, and promised to go along the road that suddenly appeared in front of him, and strode up. After a while, I saw a law field that surrounded many people.
I don't know when the dress of Yang Chen has been replaced by the set of executioners he has in the court. A soldier who couldn't see the face, holding a blood-red ghost knife in his hands, was sent to Yang Chen. Yang Chen reached out and grabbed it. The habitual blade was vertical and his fingers touched the blade. Before you cut your head, at least look at the knife is not sharp enough.
"Little brother, take a step to talk!" Just tried to test the sharpness of the blade, the belt was gently pulled by people, and there was a very pleased voice.
Yang Chen turned his head, but found a fat man with a big fat ear, wearing a silk satin, one hand is gently pulling his belt, the other hand, but quietly reached the hand of Yang Chen A fat hand, a gold ingot with at least a dozen ingots appears in the palm of your hand.