The poster updated this place and then disappeared. I cursed in my heart, thinking that these online writers are really disgusting and often like to swell their appetites. They are no match for those of us who write physical novels. Once published, they have a perfect volume of content. So I picked up the instant noodles next to me and wanted to find some boiled water to soak them. But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find a location in the kitchen, so I had to chew it. After chewing for a while, I saw the poster updated again.

Mr. Liu Wu held two quick knives in his hand, chanted the "Evil Killing Curse" and started to chant the curse. The curse fell and cut it with the blood mark. The monk had eaten many boys and raised them to make them fat, with fine skin and tender flesh. He could not be cut, and screamed in pain. Mr. Liu Wu ignored it even more. He cut the short blade and raised the long blade, and took off a piece of flesh like willow leaves, making the "Erqing". But when he saw his move like the wind, the light of the knife flashed, he had already cut all over the "Monster Pan"'s fat and strong body.

The four executioners who helped each other counted the number of swords. The blood and flesh on the punishment platform of the court were dripping. The crowds around were mostly witnessing the "executioner of the Ministry of Justice" using swords for the first time. No one expected that there would be such a fast knife and such a clean and neat way to cut. It was so hard that people could not think about it. They all looked as stunned as wooden sculptures. In the heart of the huge street, only the executioner had a knife and the thief screamed. In addition, there were silent on the cross streets. Among the people watching, there were those timid people who were so scared that they peeed their pants.

This time, this fat monk was not as good as the ordinary torture. He had to cut a total of 1,300 swords. Therefore, Master Liu Wu knew that the knife should be quick and accurate. He should not drag the mud under the knife, otherwise he would kill the prisoner first and avoid the bloodline of the human body. Moreover, this thief grew up obesity, unlike ordinary people with strong skin and flesh. The bloodline and meridians were particularly difficult to find. He had to be energetic and used all his skills to solve the problem.

When the monk was cut to more than 1,200 knives, his skin was gone, his tongue, nose, and ears were cut off, and only two big eyes were left on his body to move, and he was still spinning back and forth, staring at the blade of the "executioner".

Mr. Liu Wu said that he "was moving out of the mountain, and his sword fell, and his ghosts were shocked." The first six hundred knives were called "fish scales to cut", and he cut off a layer of his body like a knife. The middle four hundred knives were "cutting flesh and cutting". The last three hundred knives also had a name, called "cutting souls to cut". He was almost counted to "one, two hundred and ninety-nine knives", and the fat monk had only one skeleton left. Master Liu Wu said that he had just finished reciting the "evil killing curse". He suddenly stopped and put away the "Erqing" who did not occupy blood. He changed a ring-shaped cattle-eared knife in his hand, and asked the officials who had been in charge of the punishment to come forward to test the punishment.

At this time, the monk's eyelids had been cut off, and even his eyes could not move. His eyes were ashes. I wonder if he had not died yet. The prison official held a jar and grabbed a handful of white salt particles from it and sprinkled it at him. The monk's eyes suddenly turned in pain, obviously not dead yet.

Master Liu Wu immediately raised his sword and fell down. He stabbed the sharp knife with a ox-eared knife. He just poked and slashed, and he had already picked out a bloody and trembling heart. It was exactly 1,300. The people around the court cheered, and all praised Master Liu Wu for his extravagant means.

Sure enough, there was no blood spot on Liu Wu's body, his anger did not grow, his face did not change. He bowed in the thunderous cheers, and then peeled off the monk's remains, pulled out all the "internals" and hung them on several wooden stakes on the punishment platform, smashing all the bones into pieces. At this time, the punishment of "lingchi shaving" was completed.

I was disgusted and couldn't eat the instant noodles in my hand. After the poster gave a proud expression, he said he was going to go offline. I hurriedly chatted with him privately, wanting to ask if he had any other information about the "Top Ten Tortures of the Qing Dynasty" in his hand.

The poster quickly responded, and he said, "I have read your book and know you."

Since I need an account to log in to the forum, I logged directly with the QQ account, so my avatar will be displayed on it. When I saw the poster replying and saying that I knew me, I was also happy. I thought I had met my fans, so I wanted to ask for information about the "Top Ten Tortures of the Qing Dynasty".

He said that the reason why he knew the details of the story of "Lingchi Scratch" and "Scratch" were all seen from one website. However, the website was closed later and he needed a password to log in, so he couldn't get in. So he spoke while sending me the website address.

I thanked me, then clicked on the URL, and the computer screen turned black. I thought I had a virus, but I was about to restart it, but I found a dialog box popping up on the screen. There was a line of words written on it, "Worrying the mountain to Yanluo Village, Yanluo Village has enough purple air, and there are seventy-two famous mountains in the world. I saw this mountain yin air."

"What is this? A website for playing games?" I muttered.

"This is the secret code of the people who are clutching lamas. This website is made by a tomb robber gang to recruit companions." At some point, Fatty Wang was already standing behind me and was gnawing on a pig's trotter.

"Tomb robbers are so developed now? They are still recruiting partners online. Why don't he recruit people on Ganji.com?" I thought Fatty Wang was joking with me, so I wanted to close the website.

"What do you know? Now that the news is so strict, if you go out to find a tomb blatantly, isn't it a death? Only by planning the details through the Internet, and then people from all over the country will gather together, so that the goal is small and easy to carry equipment. Enter it into the dialog box as I say to see if you can get in." The fat man's face was solemn, and he didn't look like a joke.

Fatty Wang said: "The mountains are high and the water is far away. When visiting the mountains, you have to visit Kunlun Mountain. When looking for water, you have to find the water of Yin River. It is better than any other mountain and water. Touching Jinshan to soar into the sky." I entered this sentence into a dialog box below as he said. Soon, another message popped up there.

"I wonder which gold-touching master came to visit?"

Fatty Wang said: "The great god is not worthy of it, but there is one fat man."

There was a silence over there for a while and returned: "Now the ban has been issued, and there are great forces chasing you. Our little lama in the temple, so you won't have to worry about coming here in person."

Fatty Wang was angry and said, "You guys were following me a lot, but now they have a hard wing. When they see Fatty Master in trouble, they don't want to pay attention to them. I won't ask about other Fatty Masters, just ask, have you made a big move in the twelve palaces of the Qing Dynasty recently?"

There was a silence over there for a while, and then a few words were typed: "February 7, Badaling, Shaanxi, take care of it." After typing these words, the computer returned to its original state. After a while, the domain code of the website was changed.
Chapter completed!