Exon kowtowed desperately in his shit and urine. He begged not to kill himself, and then begged for some morphine or smoke before killing him.

But at this moment, even the guards were on the execution ground, and no one had time to pay attention to him.

Molière, tied into a kneeling statue, was lifted up by four big men and moved flat to the digging grave. The atmosphere at the scene had exploded, and the air in the lungs that people yelled were exhausted.

"Kill him! Kill him... execute!"

Looking up at the sky, looking down at the pocket watch, "It's ten minutes away from twelve o'clock, you can execute the punishment, let's do it..."

The four big men relaxed their hands, and Molière fell directly from mid-air to the bottom of the pit. With a muffled bang, his left knee hit a piece of it at any time. He screamed in pain, as if his kneecap had been broken.

The pit was not big, just a prisoner kneeling and worshiping was placed. Molière's head was only more than ten centimeters away from the top of the pit, almost next to the marble slab. His corpse will be trampled by tens of thousands of people in the square in the next hundred and thousands of years.

Struggling to raise his head, Moliè looked at the last view of life greedily. Looking around from the edge of the pit, there were blue sky, white clouds, distant mountains, and the hateful Xiao Letian and the tough soldiers. Several workers were desperately mixing concrete with iron shovels to prevent condensation. The workers looked at him with cruel eyes, as if they were looking at the cattle and sheep that were about to be slaughtered.

"Xiao Letian...If you are a man, please answer my question...Is it good to be a wise ghost? Give me an answer...answer!"

This is the last roar in life, the last request at the end of death, and the miserable screams made Xiao Letian move.

Walking to the edge of the grave, Xiao Letian squatted down and looked at Molière who was kneeling in the tomb and said softly, "There is not much time left, I can only answer one question for you!"

"Why? Why do you dare to kill me? This is different from what I analyzed! Your Chinese nationality is obviously less than one-tenth of that of France, so why do you dare to kill me at the risk of a full-scale war?"

"This is unreasonable! It's really unreasonable!"

This is Molière's last question. If he doesn't get the answer, he will die with his eyes open!

When she smiled, Xiao Letian smiled and showed eight beautiful teeth, snow-white. "Actually, the answer is very simple, it's really too simple!"

"Because I have predicted that the Franco-Prussian War will surely break out, and the winner must be Prussia. I even saw Napoleon III's resignation, and I also saw the Prussian army marching on the streets of Paris..."

"Since Prussia will win, why am I afraid of you? Do you want to take revenge on me? First think about how to turn over from the rule of the Prussian army!"

"How is it possible! All fakes are fake! Are you paranoid?" Molière shouted wildly.

"I'll tell you a password! Actually, my true identity is a prophet! I have the divine eyes that have insight into the development of history! I can know the changes in the future world! Do you believe it or not..."

It was too ridiculous. Mori cried. He found that Xiao Letian was a demon. He actually played tricks on him in a serious way when he was dying.

"You are shameless! You are so shameless! Are you not telling the truth when facing me, a person who will die? You are despicable..."

Xiao Letian shrugged the angrily scolding of the dying man. He snapped his fingers with a snap, and the mixer raised his hand and threw a wet concrete into the pit.

"Long live!" A roar like thunder broke out at the scene. The execution scene was so exciting. Countless cameras pressed the shutter. Tomorrow this will be the headlines of the newspaper.

The sticky concrete poured on Molière's head, covering all his hair wet. He shook his head desperately to shake off the concrete in front of him, but more and more concrete was thrown in, and soon his calves were already flooded.

At this time, he didn't care about the knight's demeanor. He wailed and shouted to God to save him and ask Xiao Letian for forgiveness. He was even willing to use all the information in his stomach to exchange for his own way of life.

"Don't kill me, please I'm useful, I will cooperate with you! I can let Exon sign the surrender book, I have the ability..."

"Please, don't kill me, I will never dare to plot against you again. I will hide from your Chinese all my life... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

But at this time, Xiao Letian had already been determined to take the weight and promised to kill 100,000 people in front of him. How could he regret it? No matter how big the information is, he can't survive.

"If I had known this day, why should I have been there? I let you go back then because I had not yet had a showdown with France and I would just exchange your life for a few more days of peace... Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"It's just right to kill you now, which will anger Napoleon III, and at the same time make Pesme trust our alliance more... It's better to make Napoleon III hysterical. If there are such a little mistake in the war, it will be impossible to get rid of it!"

"Hahaha..." Xiao Letian looked at his old enemy struggling in the mud pit, and looked at the fearful eyes of the Western audience, and felt so comfortable.

"Thunch, remember from today... The Chinese people are a nation with distinct grudges. We don't avenge for some of them, but we just want to collect more interest!"

Suddenly! Just when Xiao Letian was full of complacent, something incredible happened. Moliè, who was kneeling in the concrete, suddenly jumped up with all his strength.

It was not very tall, only more than ten centimeters. He actually opened his mouth and bit Xiao Letian's trouser legs, and pulled it down with all his might. The pair of resentful eyes in the concrete mud were talking.

"Die together! Go to hell together! Die together..."

No one could have imagined how Molière, whose hands and feet were bound, jumped ten centimeters. This was an incredible supernatural event that violated human physiology.

But he happened to people like this. At that time, this scene made many people incredible, and later it became a very widely circulated supernatural story.

Moliè, who was covered in concrete, bit Xiao Letian's trouser legs and dragged it down desperately. At that moment, there seemed to be countless ghost hands in the mud to help Moliè.

Xiao Letian's face turned pale. He clearly saw that this was an ordinary tomb, but at that moment it turned into the entrance to hell. The river of flames filled with sulfur smell was burning, and thousands of soldiers in French uniforms were roaring at him on the bank of the river.

Many evil ghosts had reached out to support Molière and launched an attack on Xiao Letian. Molière bit Xiao Letian, while the evil ghosts were desperately pulling down.

Xiao Letian felt a huge force, a force to pull him to hell.

"You Chinese have billions of heroic spirits, and we in France also have unyielding warrior souls! You have your national destiny, and we also have our national destiny!"
Chapter completed!