The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"By the way, tell you about my new friend, Poison Soul."

"This knife has a very interesting characteristic. It can magnify pain thirty times, thirty times happiness, do you like it?"

Xiao Chen put the short knife in front of the old woman, and a small purple scorpion jumped out of the knife.

Little Scorpion opened his mung bean-sized eyes, gave the old woman a disgusting look, and jumped onto the back of Xiao Chen's hand.

The cold and evil blade kept irritating the old woman's skin, and goose bumps kept undulating on her body.

The old woman's body kept trembling, she twisted her neck and looked at her master.

Long Yan's face was sullen, and he put his head aside.

Xiao Chen smiled and shook his head: "Old dog, it seems that your master doesn't care about you very much."

"Yes, your life as a beast can be worth a few dollars."

Xiao Chen muttered to himself like a neurotic.

"Ling Chi, how long hasn't done anything like this before."

Xiao Chen sighed with emotion.

"Haha!" Xiao Chen shook his head, and smiled at the old woman: "I'm sorry, I suddenly thought of the past and felt a little nostalgia."

Xiao Chen's chatter made him look like he was chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Then let's start!"

Xiao Chen laughed, showing his white teeth.

Xiao Chen said, the short knife gently cut to the old woman's left chest.

With the precise knife and precise technique, the old woman's **** was cut off by Xiao Chen's piece.

The blood kept oozing out of the wound, forming dense small blood beads.

Xiao Chen threw this piece of meat to the sky as if he were holding a solemn ceremony.

This action is said in Ling Chizhong, this is called "sacrifice to the flesh", is to pray for God to bless the executioner's execution.

"what……"

The old woman screamed like a pig, and her ugly face was twisted like a ghost.

Sweat dripped like light rain, and the pain that was magnified thirty times, just such a small knife made the old woman feel worse than life.

"You can scold, I allow you to scold, if you can't stay awake, this Ling Chi will not make any sense."

Xiao Chen said with a smile.

The pain kept irritating the old woman's head, like a sledgehammer was constantly beating.

The old woman could even care about swearing. Just resisting the pain took all her energy.

The short knife in Xiao Chen's hand stretched out again, and the second knife fell.

Xiao Chen cut open the skin of the old woman's forehead, but didn't cut it off, letting the skin droop to cover his eyes.

This is also very particular in ancient times. One is to prevent the prisoner and the executioner from facing each other to affect the attention of the executioner. The second is to prevent the prisoner from seeing his own skin and flesh and being overly frightened. The third is to prevent the prisoner from seeing the executioner. Where will the knife be cut next.

Xiao Chen had thoroughly studied this late punishment before.

The screams of the old woman shook everyone incessantly. A half-step God's endless might actually be tortured here, what happened to this world?

After finishing the preparatory work, Xiao Chen rolled up his sleeves and began the formal execution.

The traditional Ling Chi is an eight-sword punishment. The executioner uses a basket of numbered sharp knives.

The first cut is to cut the chest, always starting from the left side, as well as the other parts below.

The second cut is to cut the biceps.

The third cut, the thigh.

With the fourth knife and the fifth knife, cut the arm to the elbow.

With the sixth knife and the seventh knife, cut the calf to the knee.

Eighth knife, Xiaoshou.

The dismembered corpse remains in a basket, and the head is publicly displayed for an indefinite period.

This method is generally called "16 knives", "32 knives", "three hundred and sixty knives"...the number is variable.

Xiao Chen didn't start dismembering like a traditional one, because Xiao Chen felt it was too cheap for this old dog.

Xiao Chen gently sliced ​​the old woman, like a Lanzhou ramen master cutting beef.

A thin slice of meat, placed in the sun, is transparent like a crystal.

Xiao Chen hummed a song softly in his mouth, leisurely like a retired old worker taking care of the flower garden.

"Please, please, kill me, kill me."

The old woman's eyes kept dripping with blood, and he looked at Xiao Chen with **** eyes. There was no resentment, only pleading.

The old woman wanted to faint and bit her tongue, but Xiao Chen didn't dare to do anything with a word.

Because Xiao Chen said, "As long as there is something wrong with her, let the little girl named Mingyue heal her, and let Ling Chi do it again."

"By the way, how many knives did you cut?" Xiao Chen asked, looking at the old woman.

The old woman kept hitting the plant cross with her head, thirty times more "happy", making her want to die immediately, how could she remember how many knives she had cut.

"Mingyue, cure her and start again." Xiao Chen said with a dark face and indifferently.

Liu Su Mingyue got out of Xiao Chen's arms in fear, and reluctantly enveloped the old woman with green vitality.

"Little beast, you will go to hell, you must not die." The old woman howled in despair.

"Haha!" Xiao Chen laughed cheerfully.

"Young Sect Master, save me, save me." The old woman hissed at Long Yan like a shrew.

Long Yan didn't even look at the old woman. He just stared at the treasure ship above the sky, with an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

"Young Sect Master, save me, don't you like beautiful women? I know where there are beautiful women. I have found out the home of the first beauty in the mainland of China, Linglong Fairy. I will take you there, I will take you there."

The old woman was like an abandoned old dog, wailing non-stop.

Xiao Chen gave Long Yan a meaningful look, smiled, and said nothing.

Long Yan was seen getting goose bumps all over his body.

"Old bastard, don't think about harming the girl. Today, you will count it for three thousand dollars. If you make a mistake, start over."

The poisonous soul waved again, and the old woman's screams were endless.

This time, the kind-hearted people of Jinghua Sect did not come to persuade Xiao Chen to give this old woman a joy.

They all wanted Xiao Chen to cut a few more times.

Kindness does not mean they are cowardly.

...

Time goes by every minute, and the kneeling person suffers this great torment in his heart.

Thin slices of meat were scattered on the ground. When the wind rose, some slices of meat actually went with the wind.

If Xiao Chen went to apply for a beef noodle restaurant, he would probably be admitted directly. After all, no one could match his skill.

"How many knives?"

Xiao Chen asked Lengzi.

Half of the old woman's body was cleansed, and ordinary people might have to belch.

But the old woman is after all half-step God's endless power. Although she is a little older, her body is still strong.

The old woman opened her eyes with cracked corners and murmured: "One thousand four hundred fifty-three dollars, one thousand four hundred fifty-three dollars."