Chapter 583: This rice is so soft and delicious

Ling Chi means thousands of dollars.
Generally speaking, Lu Gan seldom uses this kind of inhumane punishment, but if the prisoner does nothing evil, he will naturally not be polite.
Zhang Qing, the life-killing hexagram master in front of him, is a famous thief in Zhengyi League.
It can be said that the crimes committed and the people killed are exhausted.
Lu Qian did not have any psychological burden for this guy.
Sure enough, at the beginning of Ling Chi, a scream of sorrow was heard at Xishan Execution Ground.
Zhang Qing's wrist and ankle were nailed to the wooden pier with long needles, and he could not move.
Xing Lao Dao stood beside him, and every time he swung his sword out, he cut a thin piece of flesh from him, thinner than paper, almost transparent.
Sitting behind the iron case at the high criminal platform, Lu Gan looked coldly and ruthlessly, his expression fluctuating.
Even, he looked a little hungry and wanted to eat Lizhuang white meat.
After looking at it for a while, the whole body was and vague, and it looked very scary. But the old criminal took out a medicine bottle and threw salt on him.
Some bright yellow powder was thrown out and spread all over Zhang Qing's body.
Then, Mr. Xingdao took out a fire fold and gently applied a little to the yellow powder.
boom.
The golden flame burned violently.
"Ah!"
Zhang Qing immediately uttered a scream of painful tears. His whole body was twitched like an electric shock. His eyes were wide, and he seemed to be protruding suddenly.
The blue muscles were all covered, as if to jump out.
The air smelled of strong sulfur.
hiss.
This actually uses gunpowder to stop the bleeding.
The onlookers saw it, but couldn't help shaking, and took a breath.
At this moment, Zhang Qing twitched for a while before stopping. His face was pale, his body was cold and sweaty, his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, and his eyes were loose, like a carp being thrown ashore.
But at the next moment, Xuan Lao Dao shook his hand, and several cold lights flashed across Zhang Qing.
"what!"
Zhang Qing started crying again.
"One by one is too slow. The next one, the execution."
Lu Gan frowned, a little dissatisfied, slammed coldly, and waved his hand.
Immediately, another death row prisoner who was traversing from the other side was sentenced and began to be tortured.
At this time, the real skill of Xing Lao Dao was revealed.
A man, a knife, and a room for execution, tortured seven prisoners to their deaths. The sound of wailing came one after another and spread into his ears.
From time to time, Xing Lao Dao can still be idle, picking up the jade gourd around his waist and drinking a few sips of wine.
"This kid is killing chickens and monkeys."
Among the crowd, the white man holding the devil's vajra pestle heard a scream, his face flicked a few times, and he heard a voice.
The black-faced old man next to him squinted slightly, didn't speak, but just looked quietly at the Jiangshan poisonous man.
"Elder Zhizhi, shall we do it?"
The one-armed nun looked cold: "There is only one martial saint beside the boy, and there are two other sceneries. One is a rickety old man who is all green in the sky, and the other is a wretched old priest who executes. Wait, as long as we Throw a poisonous smoke bomb in the crowd. This big man will definitely protect the kid. Taking advantage of the chaos, we can easily rescue the Jiangshan poisonous man and walk away. "
"Do not impulse!"
The black-faced old man immediately stopped and said: "This Lugan came back only yesterday, but the news of the execution was all over the sky, attracting people. This must be a trap."
"Did you watch the Jiangshan poisonous men die before them?"
The one-armed nun was a little unwilling.
"Shen Ying, you are too greedy. Although the treasure Yuanshi is good, it must have life flowers!" The black-faced old man shook his head and persuaded.
"Ok."
Shen Ying extinguished her mind.
At this moment, the white man next to him snorted coldly and said: "We seem to have good luck! In front of our left, two hundred feet away, the Qingpao scholar is Sima Yan's father, Sima Chuan. I know his hand The soldier in here, Huang Quan draws the soul rod. He appeared here, presumably after receiving the message from his son for help, it was sent from Zhengyi League. He will try to find a way for us. "
Hearing this, the black-faced old man and the one-armed nun turned their eyes intentionally or unintentionally.
There really is a Qingpao scholar.
The blue-robed scholar looked very weak, with no power of a chicken, and he held a dark, four-foot stone rod in his hand. He was standing on tiptoe and stretched his neck like a duck, looking curiously. In the field.
"Huang Quan cited the soul rod, hit it with a stick, and led the soul to the dead, even Wu Sheng was quite afraid. It is said that this is the famous soldier of the old Huang Quan."
One-armed nuns' eyes flashed with greed.
"I didn't expect it was Simachuan."
The black-faced old man's eyes rolled back, and if nothing came back, he said: "There are three other people, it's Sima Yan's turn to be sentenced, and Sima Chuan will definitely do it in advance. Induce Soul Staff. "
Hearing this, the one-armed nun shone brightly and started to rub his hands.
Instead, the white man with a slightly frowned eyebrow seemed to disagree.
However, they didn't expect it at all. After sitting at the head of the criminal platform, Lu Gan was condescending to see the thoughts and small movements of this group of guys clearly.
Just like the teacher on the podium, looking at the students off the stage, you can see everything at a glance.
"Huang Quan leads the soul rod? Huh! I'll send you to Huang Quan in a minute!"
Lu Gan snorted secretly, and looked around the audience with cold eyes, docking his eyes with Bai Su, who turned into an ordinary girl in the crowd, and Yu Zhiqiu.
Between the electro-optical flints, the three people communicated with each other through eyes and hearts.
Soon, the two prisoners fell down, extinct, and fell on the spot. The Zhenfu Division quickly dragged the person down and threw it on the wooden frame piled up next to it.
The next moment is the turn of the blood-handed devil chief Ma Yan.
The old guy was scared pale, his teeth began to tremble tremblingly, and he looked at the old criminal who came over, as if he saw a devil.
Then, as soon as the pants were hot, they peeed.
"It's so bad."
Xuan Lao Dao suddenly broke his face and turned his head to command: "Come here, take a water cannon, rinse him and dry it, then the old man will come and put him late."
As it happened, Lu Gan turned around to get a glass of iced sour plum soup from his subordinates.
"This is the time!"
Among the crowd, Sima Chuan, who looked like a scholar in a green robe, gritted his teeth and flashed a fierce light in his eyes.
At the same time, he held Huang Quan's spirit rod in his right hand, ready to rush out to save people.
"Damn."
At this moment, a whisper came from the side, and a young girl in white accidentally stumbled and nearly hit Sima Chuan.
"This son, I'm sorry."
The girl in white blushed a little and apologized.
I do not know why, at this moment, Sima Chuan looked at the young girl's face, and suddenly his heart jumped.
The girl's face is not very beautiful, and there are a few freckles, but it gives him the feeling that he is like a man who can't forget forever.
"Master, the slave family wants your heart, can you give your heart to the slave family?"
The girl in white smiled lightly, and the voice was clear and sweet, but it was very charming and charming.
As soon as he passed into his ears, it seemed that his bones were all soft, and only one bone was left.
"Ok ... ah."
Sima Chuan seemed to have lost his mind, nodding innocently.
Then, holding Huang Quan's Soul Instructor with both hands, he held it high and slammed it into his heart.
Thump.
Huang Quan's spirit rod wears his clothes, and his inner armor, like chopsticks and tofu, pierces his heart with ease.
However, the survival instinct between life and death made him awake at the moment of heart-shaking, slightly offsetting Huang Quan's soul.
It is a pity that Huang Quan's spirit rod still passed through his chest, and from his back, Yin Hong's blood flowed along the spirit rod and dripped down to the ground.
"Hook the soul ... you are a fox ..."
Sima Chuan's eyes widened, shocked and incredibly unbelievable, but he hadn't finished talking yet, his eyes were spinning, and the whole person fell to the ground softly.
Huang Quan's glare from the soul rod attracted his soul, and his eyes were completely empty.
This scene happened between three or two breaths.
But the three black-faced old men seemed to be delayed until Sima Chuan fell to the ground.
For a moment, their faces changed drastically, and they shouted in shock:
"Not good! We are in illusion!"
"This, this, this is the illusion of Wu Sheng, not a magic weapon, not a martial art, it is a gifted magic power of the Demon Valley Tianhu family!"
"How is it possible? How could there be a fairy valley fox here?"
...
Just when the three of them were in shock, weird things happened.
The girl in white turned her head gently and smiled at them. The pair of sapphire blue double pupils looked like two rounds of galaxy vortex, shining brightly and beautifully.
It is this pair of eyes that seems to draw people's eyes and souls into all of them.
Oops! They were found!
At this moment, the three men stood upright and their goose bumps exploded, feeling the great danger of life and death, and subconsciously perceived what.
Puff!
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and it seemed that the sound of cutting edge flew into the ear.
The black-faced old man felt a cold and tingling right waist, as if an ice sword had stabbed into his waist, like falling into an ice cave.
Blood gas began to condense and freeze.
Because of the tingling, the black-faced old man woke up, turned his head like a rusty machine, and looked at the woman in the long dress that appeared beside him.
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Before the black-faced old man started, the woman in the long skirt pushed forward.
Puff!
The black-faced old man's eyes glared, and a pain in his left waist.
When I looked down, I found that my left waist was split, and the blood seemed to be on a flat surface, flowing out along with something.
The blood has condensed into frost before it drops to the ground.
At this time, the woman in a long skirt smiled lightly, her eyes were favored, and her temperament was refined: "I'm sorry, I'm a just assassin. I ... like to come from behind."
The sound fell, and the ice sword intended to explode in the old man's body, instantly freezing the old man's internal organs, heart, and main veins.
The old man's martial arts fist, and his blood, before he broke out, completely condensed.
He was frozen.