The two words "execution" that burst out from Min's mouth were like the black and white impermanent soul-detaining words, as if they brought up a gust of cold wind.

Liu Jin was naked and shivered in the fishing net, trembling violently. Through the fishing net hole filled with blood, Liu Jin stared at Min with red eyes and said with a neighing voice: "Min, Your Majesty's pardon order is coming soon. Do you dare to execute the punishment? Are you afraid that Your Majesty will blame him in the future?"

Min is a civil servant, and his bad habits are the same. When will he not become famous at this time?

So Min suddenly stood up, pointed at Liu Jin and shouted angrily: "Shameless eunuch! He still doesn't repent until his death. Not to mention that Your Majesty has no pardon, even if there is a pardon, I will dismiss you and your official will be dismissed from office and pay your duty by disobeying the imperial edict. You will cut you into pieces, a traitor who poisoned and harmed the world, and uphold justice for millions of subjects in the world!"

With a righteous and stern answer, Min immediately won the cheers of the scholars and the people around the court. For a moment, names such as "a good man" and "Min Qingtian" came one after another.

Min was secretly happy that earning fame was only worth spitting but not brains, which was really cost-effective. So Min Yi pointed to the four executioners in the center of the court and shouted: "The time has come, what are you waiting for? If you don't dare to take action, I will fight for it but don't want to be gentle and polite. What if I personally cut this evil thief?"

The crowd suddenly heard another loud shout of cheers resounding through the sky.

The executioner naturally did not dare to delay. The four of them looked at each other. One of them picked up a large bowl of poured liquor from the ground, pinched Liu Jin's chin, and poured the liquor into Liu Jin's mouth without saying a word.

This strong wine is not a sacred ritual. Its effect is equivalent to anesthetics. After drinking it, the prisoner can appropriately reduce his sensitivity to the pain nerves. If he feels less pain, the prisoner will naturally be able to last longer for a while without death.

Liu Jin choked and swallowed the wine hard. Before he could speak, he felt a pain in his left chest. He lowered his head and saw that a small piece of meat on his chest had been cut off. Blood suddenly poured out like a spring. After the executioner cut the first knife, he threw the cut meat into the small bamboo basket next to him. The apprentice next to him immediately pasted a ball of herb mud mixed with anesthetic onto Liu Jin's left chest and said loudly: "The first knife--"

"Okay--" The onlookers gritted their teeth and applauded. Many people knelt down to the west, kowtowed three times in a row, and burst into tears to pray to the elders' families who had been killed by Liu Jin.

Strangely, Liu Jin did not scream in pain, nor did he scream. He seemed to have lost his nerves of pain, and he didn't realize that a piece of flesh had been plucked off his left chest. His eyes were still stubbornly looking at the direction of the leopard room, muttering in absent mind: "Your Majesty will have a pardon order, Your Majesty will definitely have a pardon order... The old slave is not dead yet, and the old slave can still save him. Your Majesty, hurry up... "

The executioner heard Liu Jin's muttering, and couldn't help but look up and glanced at him coldly, but his subordinates kept cutting another knife at his right chest. A small piece of meat was cut off and threw it into the bamboo basket. The apprentice next to him shouted at the right time: "Second knife-"

The so-called Lingchi·The number of swords cut is of particular importance. It must be cut at 3,600 swords. If the prisoner fails to 3,600 swords, he will die. The executioner will not be punished. However, it can be considered a sign of his reputation. If the prisoner can cut at statutory swords, the prisoner has only a white skeleton and has not died, the executioner can also receive additional rewards from the Ministry of Justice.

Therefore, in order to receive this reward, experienced executioners pay great attention to the parts of the lower knife. First, the left and right breasts, then the upper eyelids of both eyes, and then the thick flesh of the arms, biceps, thighs, etc. In order to make up the three thousand six hundred knives, only the size of a thumb nail piece was cut per knife. Every time the experienced executioners cut the wet mud with anesthetics to keep the prisoner from losing pain until he died.

After Liu Jin cut his chest with his left and right chest, the two executioners worked together to straighten his head in the direction of the leopard room. The sharp knife mercilessly cut his eyelids, and the two pieces of flesh in the eyelids were cut off. At this time, Liu Jin could no longer see, and finally gave up the waiting gaze in the direction of the leopard room, quietly letting the executioner cut his flesh on him one by one. The insults of the onlookers came from his ears. Liu Jin's expression was calm, and the ancient well was not wavering. The pieces of flesh that had been cut seemed to not grow on him. He never shouted pain from beginning to end.

What he heard at this moment was not the curse of the sky, but the numb mind echoed in his completely numb mind, which was the cursed words that had been before Zhu Houzhao ordered the search of the Liu Mansion.

"Liu Jin, if you don't let me down, I will definitely let you down. If you don't let me down, I swear to cut you into pieces!"

Liu Jin suddenly grinned and laughed silently. No one knew what he was laughing at at this moment. His smile bloomed on the bloody magic field, so gloomy and terrifying.

Lingchi's project is too heavy. If he wants to cut off three thousand six hundred dollars, it will never be completed in one day.

On the first day of his punishment, Liu Jin was cut 357 times, and the muscles on his arms and thighs were cut into pieces, revealing their white arm and leg bones. It was getting late, and Liu Jin, who was terrifying in shape, was not dead and was carried back to the inner prison by the factory guards.

In the evening, in the wet and dark prison, the guards on the factory guards walked back and forth outside Liu Jin's prison. Everyone looked at Liu Jin who was moaning in a low voice and the white bones exposed outside. Even the knowledgeable guards of the factory guards turned their heads unbearably. Many people opened their mouths wide and wanted to vomit.

In the darkness, Liu Jin opened his two blood-red and empty eye holes and groped with difficulty to climb to the edge of the prison door. Suddenly, he knocked his head weakly at the prison door.

Two lieutenants came to him, covering their noses and frowned from a distance, "You old eunuch are really cruel. You have cut more than 300 knives and are not dead yet... Is there anything wrong?"

Liu Jin gasped for a long time and said weakly: "Please...please.........a bowl of porridge, I, I want to live, I want to live..."

The captain looked at each other in horror, and looked at Liu Jin's unyielding will to survive, a chill came from the bottom of his heart.

"Wait... I'll get it for you." A timid captain stammered and ran out of the prison. Soon after, he really made a bowl of hot porridge and put it on the ground in front of Liu Jin.

Liu Jin lost both hands and feet and could not eat. After smelling the scent of porridge, he climbed over with difficulty and licked in a bowl like a dog. In less than half an incense stick, Liu Jin actually finished licking the bowl of porridge and even burped it through his throat.

After eating, Liu Jin collapsed weakly on the ground, with a strange smile on his face covered in blood, and murmured: "The family must be alive... Your Majesty will have a pardon tomorrow, and there will be a pardon! Your Majesty, I have not let you down..."
Chapter completed!