Cold wind and cold moon.

A lamp is like a bean.

The cold and humid air was filled with a pungent smell of rotten smell.

"Dalang, Dalang, wake up and have dinner..."

The tone is gentle and the lines are shocking, but fortunately it is a male voice.

Bao Zheng shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.

Below is a mud bed and straw mat, outside the iron window is a half-dead moon.

An old soap clerk gently opened the door and placed the food plate in front of the bag. The dishes were very rich, including meat, vegetables, large bowls of white rice, and a jar of poor wine.

Is this... slaughtered rice?

When you are in prison and see such a sumptuous meal, the fool understands that it is a disaster but a blessing.

Bao Zheng felt a chill rising from his heart, feeling extremely unwilling.

The moment before, I was a young model from Xiangche Villa Club. I lived a very happy life. But when I woke up in a dream, I became a prisoner in prison?

......

Memories belonging to this world are coming.

Bao Zheng, Tong Sheng of Dagen Dynasty, left home three months ago to the county government to participate in the provincial examination.

During the journey of studying, this guy was thinking about the romantic and romantic encounters in the world in the world.

As a result, the beautiful girl didn't meet her, but she met a handsome and handsome figure in the martial arts world. She met her for a while and became sworn brothers.

Unexpectedly, Bao Zheng's sworn brother committed a case and was locked up by the government. It turned out that he was the famous flower-picking thief "Fong Butterfly" on Lizhou Road.

Bao Zheng called out a righteous brother, and was deceived by "Fen Die'er" to help Wangfeng. When he was taken down by the constable, he thought he was "robbing the rich and helping the poor"...

As a result, the master opened the first trial and sentenced him to the prison marquis to behead him, and waited for the autumn to be asked. Tong Sheng’s Wen Tie was not only unable to save his life, but also had a higher crime because he committed a crime of lust and was disgraceful.

The stupid Bao was already scared to death at this moment. Bao Zheng came over and was waiting for him. The body waiting for him was a body waiting to be killed.

I heard the cicadas outside the window crying. It was the time to behead my head. Who should I ask for?

......

"Bao Dalang, after eating this dead-headed meal, I will be on the road at noon tomorrow. Remember to be a good person in the next life."

"Eat more if you can, eat more, and there will be no breakfast and lunch tomorrow..."

The purpose of eating the dead head rice is to eat the night before, which is to prevent death row prisoners from being frightened and drowning when they are executed, which will damage the majesty of the execution ground.

There is no good deed in the Zaoli, but he will not speak evilly to the prisoner who is about to behead him. He is afraid that the death row prisoner has become a ghost and will turn back to find his own bad luck.

Although there is extraordinary power in this world, it will not be used by the court to protect the lowly Zao Li Baiyi.

Lao Zaoli has been living in this prison for more than 30 years, and can live safely to this day because of this cunning and worldly style.

"Old man, I can't eat so many wines and dishes alone. Instead of wasting it in vain, why should I share it together?"

Bao Zheng smiled and poured himself a bowl of wine, then pushed the wine jar to Lao Zaoli.

In the last life, he was "Bao Da Lawyer". He helped people to survive in death. Looking for a glimmer of life is a skill for family members to eat. Now it is his turn, so how can he accept his fate easily?

The predecessor's memory is fragmented. If you want to collect information and find a first-line opportunity, you can only rely on the old Zaoli in front of you. Even if it is one in ten thousand chance, you have to try it.

"Haha, scholars are scholars, they are so polite. OK, I will have a few drinks with you."

Ordinary people would be afraid of this dead-headed wine. Lao Zaoli has been in the prison for more than 30 years and has a very strong life. He has been drinking a lot of wine from the death row prisoners, picked up the wine jar and drank it with Bao Zheng.

After three rounds of wine.

Bao Zheng put down the wine bowl and shouted: "Old man, I'm wronged."

"Who is not called an injustice here? Bao Dalang, you are the boss in your family, which shows that there are still brothers. Since the Bao family has a successor, you can go with peace of mind."

"But I want to live, I'm still young and haven't even gotten a wife."

Bao Zheng searched the memory of his predecessor and was resentful that the law of the Great Gen Dynasty was lacking, and there was no appeal system. The death penalty review procedure was simply a waste of human life!

But this is just the memory of the predecessor Bao Dalang. How much knowledge can a child have? Dayan Sijiu still leaves a glimmer of hope. Heaven is ruthless and has a heart. He doesn't believe that there is no chance of turning the tables.

"I, Lao Qin, have never married a wife..."

Lao Zaoli looked at Bao Zheng with pity, but he felt sorry for the same disease.

"You're just twenty years old, are you going to be beheaded when you're young, and you're really pitiful..."

"There is a way to survive in death... Alas... Forget it, I advise you Bao Dalang not to take this path. This may allow you to live for a few more days, maybe ten or half a month, maybe one or two months, but it will still be dead, and the death will only be even worse. The beheading is just a separation of corpses, and the official corpse sewing corpse maker will give you a whole body, but if you walk on this path... I will sooner or later turn into mud and you will not be able to enter the ancestral grave!"

Bao Zheng's eyes lit up and said hurriedly: "What is the road? Please give me advice!"

It’s better to live than to die. If you live one more day, you will have a little more chance. Bao Zheng thought through it.

"You really want to go this path?"

Lao Zaoli shook his head slightly: "But if you are a knife sharpener in Kaifeng Mansion, you will suffer a lot. Don't mention you are a weak scholar, even if you can run a horse on your arms and stand up on your fists, it will be difficult for you to survive a month..."

Kaifeng Prefecture?

A sharpener?

The Da Gen Dynasty was obviously not the Great Song Dynasty that Bao Zheng remembered. He didn't expect there was a Kaifeng Mansion here. Bao Zheng did not expect that there would be a Bao Qingtian in the "Kaifeng Mansion" whose name was just one word different from him. There was no information about the sharpener in his predecessor's memory.

All he could think of was the shouts that often lingered in his ears when he was a child.

‘Grind the scissors, put on the kitchen knife…’

"You are a scholar, so naturally you don't know what a sharpener is."

The drunkenness was overwhelmed, and the old Zaoli opened up the topic and immediately talked endlessly.

"No one in the world is willing to sharpen the knife himself. Because there must be countless resentful souls on the blade that kills people. If you sharpen this kind of knife, you will suffer from it over time!"

"So, the knife used by executioners is thick and dull and rusty. It is extremely unpleasant to use this kind of knife to kill people. Death prisoners often suffer from several or even dozens of knifes! Over time, resentment is soaring, which is very unfavorable to the long-term stability of the Dagen Dynasty."

"Kaifeng Prefecture suppresses all the villains in the world, and all corrupt officials, mobs, bandits, and monsters are among the storms. Naturally, this situation cannot be allowed to happen. The torture instrument must be sharp and the head is cut off with one knife!"

"But all the executioners in Kaifeng Prefecture are well-trained and are rare talents and cannot be compromised easily, so they have the position of "sharpening man".

"The sharpener is not an official or an official, and he is not even as white as a soap clerk. Even beggars and refugees are unwilling to do it. It is because long-term sharpening of the knife will cause resentment, and gradually lose all your life. When you die, your skin will ulcerate, your body will turn into pus, your soul will be scattered, and you will not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and you will not even be able to enter your own ancestral tomb!"

"Normally, only those retaliatory offenders who were sentenced to beheaded, lingchi, and shattered will risk joining, hoping to survive for a year and get pardoned from the Dagen Dynasty..."

"Bao Dalang, are you still willing to be a knife sharpener now?"

Bao Zheng frowned and asked, "Old man, has anyone survived a year to get pardoned?"

"Haha. Since the establishment of Kaifeng Prefecture, only one person has been able to survive for a hundred years. He has been promoted from a knife sharpener to a demon-slaying house giant in Kaifeng Prefecture. He was named the fourth-rank guard with swords and was given the title of "Nine Life Royal Cat". In addition to this "Nine Life Royal Cat" Lord Zhan, countless sword sharpeners have become bones..."
Chapter completed!