Chapter 160 The Iron-Skeleton Dwarf Tiger

But I heard someone shouting loudly: "It's three quarters past noon!"

The Fu Yin glared and shouted: "Open it!"

But I saw an old executioner, carrying a box, slowly coming onto the stage.

Put down the box, take out a small copper stove from inside, and then take out a copper kettle with a slender and curved spout and a long handle.

A small copper stove was placed on the box, with two pieces of silver charcoal inside that burned red. A copper pot was placed on the stove. Cao Cao and others got closer, sniffing their noses, and faintly smelled the aroma of ginseng.

After putting it away, he walked around Wang Ying a few times, murmuring something, and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his skinny upper body.

Then he took out a fist-sized object from a bag on his waist, held it in his hands, and muttered something unknown. Suddenly, it trembled in the wind, and everyone in the audience felt a fishy smell. After taking a closer look, they saw that

It was an extremely fine fishing net, speckled with old bloodstains and blackened grease.

Fan Rui looked a little listless at first, but now he stared and shouted in a low voice: "What a treasure! This thing is full of evil energy. If it is used to break the law, it will be harmful."

The old executioner spread the fishing net and draped it under Wang Dwarf's neck, including his body, hands and feet. Then he tied up the slip knot and the net tightened suddenly, making pieces of Wang Ying's skin and flesh protrude like fish scales.

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When Cao Cao saw it, he secretly exclaimed: "Forget it, later generations have come up with such poisonous punishments! Last time Wang Ying said that this punishment would cost a person 3,600 knives. I just thought he was bragging. Who can survive thousands of knives before dying?"

?Looking at the old man's behavior now, I'm afraid that the number of 3,600 is not groundless."

The book hints that this Lingchi punishment originated from the Five Dynasties, and was written into the "Song Xingtong" by the time of Song Renzong, so Cao Cao had never seen it.

The old executioner tied the fishing net and took out a small knife, which was only about three inches long and only one finger wide. He still put it in the palm of his hand. After muttering for a while, he took a large bowl of shochu prepared nearby and took a big gulp.

Swallowing it into his belly, he stared with his two old eyes, looked at the Southeast Sunda seat, took a long breath, took another sip of wine, looked at Wang Ying and squirted, puff——

The sip of wine floated like clouds and mist, from head to toe, from front to back, everywhere was sprayed.

He took a sip of wine and sprayed it for ten breaths. An ordinary person would never have such strength. When the spectators in the audience witnessed such an amazing stunt, they immediately applauded.

The old executioner was calm and took his third sip of wine slowly. After these three sips of wine, the bowl was empty.

Without even finishing the sip of wine, he picked up the knife with three fingers, squirted the wine, stamped his feet, and roared like thunder: "The evil spirits are coming!"

His voice suppressed the cheers from the audience. The cheers were suppressed, and then they exploded again.

Amidst the cheers, the old executioner cut off two pieces of meat from Wang Ying's chest, threw them one after another, and shouted: "Respect to heaven and earth!"

He turned around and struck again with the knife. A large piece of skin fell from Wang Ying's forehead, covering his eyes. The executioner shouted: "Cover the eyes!"

His left hand immediately took out a small porcelain jar from the bag on his waist. He picked it up with his fingernail and opened the lid. He dipped his index finger into it and dipped some unknown ointment into it. He quickly applied it on Wang Ying's wound.

This medicine is very effective in stopping bleeding, but when applied to a wound, the pain doubles. This is Ling Chi's unheralded prescription for cutting people.

When the medicine took effect, Wang Ying shivered in pain. She wanted to howl, but she had no tongue, so she could only let out a hoarse roar. The audience was boiling, and it was hard to smell it even ten steps away.

Looking at the old executioner again, he no longer had the calm expression before. A pair of triangular old eyes stared hard, with a solemn and focused face. The knife in his hand was flying like a silver butterfly, and pieces of flesh the size of fingernails were flying in all directions, surrounding Wang Ying's body.

The three rulers faintly formed a circle.

The old executioner's left hand followed the knife. As soon as the flesh flew out, the ointment was immediately applied. In conjunction with his body movements when avoiding the flesh, he seemed to be dancing an extremely strange dance. In addition to being cruel, it was actually otherworldly.

There is a sense of magnificence.

He cut for a long time before he stopped. His naked body was already dripping with sweat.

The old executioner breathed heavily, handed the knife to his left hand, lifted the copper pot on the stove, and took a sip first. Then he put the slender and curved spout into Wang Ying's mouth, tilted it slightly, and the spout reached his throat.

Outside the eyes, Wang Ying couldn't help but drink a few mouthfuls. She felt a heat in her stomach spread to her whole body. Her fatigue disappeared and her pain became clearer.

The old executioner's face also glowed with a strange red light, and he said in surprise: "Oh, haha, that's amazing! This ginseng is not 200 years old, but also 150 years old. It is worthy of being the Grand Master of the dynasty, and his actions are no small matter.

.Haha, in the past, prisoners only drank some minced ginseng and mustard powder, how could you be so lucky?"

Not dissatisfied, he took another sip from the spout of the pot. He felt more energetic and said with a cheerful smile: "I have beheaded twenty-three people since I became an artist. I have never had such a good ginseng soup. Please."

Thanks to you, if I take these few sips of good soup, I’m afraid I’ll live a few more years. Haha, I’ve been lonely all my life and never want to owe favors. I’ve benefited from you today, so I’ll give you a reputation—”

As he spoke, he held up the knife and quickly poked and picked it, cutting off the vocal cords in the cartilage of Wang Aohu's throat.

Then he said with a smile: "Everyone of the people I have chopped into pieces in my life screamed wildly and screamed to their heart's content. It is normal for you to eat people and take out their tongues. Although the screams cannot be heard far, you can still hear them. Now

If you don't make a sound like this, won't others admire you as a tough guy? It's worthy of your status as the leader of the bandits in Liangshan. When you go to see the Lord of Hell, remember to tell me that I and you have nothing to lose or owe."

He rested for a moment, regained some strength, smiled sinisterly, and swung the knife to cut again.

In the past, more than 300 cuts were made on the shoulders and arms, but this time they were cut on the abdomen. Wang Aohu was short and fat, and the skin on his abdomen was peeled off, revealing the yellow oil inside. It also flew around with the knife, and Wu Yong underneath

After seeing it, I couldn't bear it anymore. I lowered my head and vomited all over the floor.

Gao Yanei's face was already pale, but he always remembered the competition with Wu Yong, gritted his teeth and endured it. This time he saw Wu Yong vomiting, and felt relieved. He smelled the putrid smell again, made a sound, and bent down to vomit.

Special vomit.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, then forced a smile and said, "What I said is true, right? If you don't eat something, wouldn't it be sad to spit out gall?"

Suddenly I heard the sound of sizzling next to me. I turned around and saw that it was Li Kui. He stared at Wang Ying with great interest while holding a big bowl and taking a sip from time to time.

Gao Yanei heard the sound of the soft and sticky apricot cheese entering his lower abdomen, and then looked at the butter dripping from Wang Ying's belly. His throat itched, and he vomited again, finally spitting out the green bile.

When Li Kui smelled the stench, he took a few steps away unhappily and said unhappily: "It's useless for you to wait like this! If I eat here and you vomit next to me, won't it disgust me to death?"

After saying that, he quickly picked up the big bowl and drank a few mouthfuls of sweets to relieve his nausea.

Unexpectedly, the spectators behind him also turned pale and their throats were about to tremble. They heard Li Kui yelling and looked over one after another. They saw him holding a bowl and drinking apricot cheese. Suddenly a rough man exclaimed: "Ah, look at that."

But a black man knows how to live a good life! He was afraid of losing money if he vomited, so he brought a bowl and drank it back after vomiting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was so disgusted that he took a puff and sprayed the person next to him.

Most of these spectators, who came here to seek excitement, had reached the critical point at this time. When they heard someone drinking the vomit back, they couldn't help but vomit after thinking about it for a moment. Suddenly, the sour smell in the audience became stronger and stronger, and they were so fuzzy that they couldn't help but vomit.

Everyone wanted to cut off their noses.

Cao Cao had been through many battles in his life. Not to mention dead people, it was normal to sleep on corpses. How miserable has he never seen? It was impossible to be disgusting, but now seeing more and more people transform into fountains, it was really disgusting, and his throat was also guilty of evil.

, shouted: "That's it, brothers, I'll take a break later!"

Heroes such as Wu Song, Shi Xiu, Luan Tingyu, Mu Hong, and Fan Rui all turned pale and shouted: "Go and have a rest, what's so good about this."

Seeing that they were about to leave, Li Kui drank a few sips of dried apricot cheese, stretched out his tongue to lick the bowl, threw the bowl away, picked up Gao Yanei with his left hand, lifted Wu Yong with his right hand, and shouted: "Brothers, wait for me!"

Little did he know that just this action of licking the bowl caused all the last few spectators who gritted their teeth to melt into the fountain.

Cao Cao left, but Wang Ying continued to be mutilated. Poor Wang Ying, even her vocal cords were severed. She was shaking all over in pain, but she couldn't make a sound.

The old executioner cut Wang Ying once, took a break, drank ginseng soup and cut again. He was so busy that he cut Wang Ying a total of 1,200 times.

The two small jailers, with pale faces, raised a sliding pole and sent the old executioner back to rest. A few more officials covered Wang Ying's head with the awning they had built earlier, leaving a hundred soldiers to guard it.

, it is considered completed today, and will be cut for two more days tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, until the total number of 3,600 knives is collected, and then the execution is allowed.

At this time, the ground beneath the platform almost turned into a cesspit. Because Li Kui drank apricot cheese for a long time, countless heroes fell into the sand. The number of people who vomited was more than ten times more than the previous prisoners in Lingchi, and almost everyone was infected.

This incident became known throughout the city. When people met, they would ask: "Have you ever gone to see the man who was beheaded? Your intestines must have been vomited, right?"

In order to avoid talking about their own embarrassment, the onlookers had no choice but to shift their focus to Wang Ying: "I'm not bragging for him. This man is worthy of being the number two figure in Liangshan Village. He is so extravagant that even though he is fat, ugly and short, he is

A tough-minded hero! Who among those who have been tortured over the years is not a heinous and ruthless person? Among these ruthless people, is there any one who can hold back from crying and begging for mercy? But this dwarf tiger god trembled in pain, but he was bitten to pieces

With gritted teeth and unwilling to utter a sound, these tough men, not to mention me, the Song Dynasty, even if they travel all over the world, they will never get another one."

"What a dwarf tiger? If you continue to blaspheme a hero, don't blame me for breaking up with you! He is clearly an iron-bone god!"

For a time, the four words "Iron-bone Divine Lord" were famous in the world. The hero Wang Ying was so powerful that it was far more powerful than the Holy Duke Fangla or the King of Tota. As for Tian Hu, Wang Qing and his like, it was even more unmatched.

Even if you know the king’s iron bones, it’s useless to call him a hero!”

There are different teachings: the viewer is as beautiful as the mountains and the earth, the dwarf tiger god is really iron-clad. He received three thousand six hundred swords, and his heroism is seen all over the world!

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