Outside the county town.

Mass grave.

It is very lively and crowded.

On the city gate wall, the grand announcement is very eye-catching.

Those who read the notice told each other: At noon today, I started to question a scholar who raped a woman and killed him in a mass grave!

As soon as the news spread, people in the county who always liked to watch the fun rushed there. Every year, the heads cut off there were several large baskets, but people seemed to be happy to watch them all and enjoy it.

Wang Yujue saw that the boss's wife died of black face, so she shouted.

The boss and the accommodation were all awakened. After hearing the news, he rushed to see the scene and naturally sent him to the government.

So many people saw the boss's wife dying naked in his arms, and no one believed it no matter how he explained it.

Finally, he was convicted of "rape to death" and executed immediately. Then Shuhan sent him a letter to Sichuan to inform his family.

Wang Yujue was tied up with his hands on his knees on the ground, with his back inserted into a desperate beheading strip, and wrote the words "Beheading Wang Yujue and his crimes" on it.

People from the county town who disliked the corruption of men and women's ethics looked at Wang Yujue kneeling on the ground, some cursed and greeted his ancestors for generations, and some threw away the skins and rotten vegetables and leaves, which made his face and head full of disgrace.

"I'm wronged, I'm wronged." He shouted weakly.

He said this sentence at least tens of millions of times in the court, but the county magistrate did not listen to him because the evidence was conclusive. As for what he said about the boss’s wife’s actions, no one listened to him, because there was no evidence of death, and because the inn owner bribed the county magistrate, he had no way to die!

The onlookers continued to insult and continued to throw dirt.

If words are tangible, they will definitely be covered up so that they will not be able to see any shadow.

The dirt was poured around him, piled up like mountains, and the smell was unpleasant.

The official army was wearing long spears to block the crowd, fearing that the crowd would run over and beat Wang Yujue to death.

The prison officer looked at the noisy crowd, frowned and looked impatient. He looked up at the sky and looked at a long pole standing next to him.

The sun seems to be walking very slowly today. It has been a long time since the standing pole is dragging a long shadow.

He had to retract his chair and sing a song boredly.

At the edge of the gate of the county town, two beautiful girls approached the notice, looking word by word, the more they looked, the more they became, the more they looked.

"No, let's stop it!" The tall man said, turning around and leaving, looking undelayed.

"Miss, wait for me." The maid rushed to chase after her.

Seeing that the pole had no shadow, the prison officer immediately stood up and shouted: "Execution!" The loud voice sounded far above the grave with a little singing voice.

The executioner took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the blade, then raised it high.

"I'm wronged!" Wang Yujue was dying, and only the executioner could hear the words he said.

The moment he raised the ghost-headed sword, he whispered: "There are many unjust ghosts who die under the knife, but you can't blame me. If you want to blame, you can only blame Master Guan. If you become a ghost, you can only go to him. I am just ordering to do things and make a living."

As he finished speaking, the big knife reflected the sunlight and slashed down his weak neck.

"Dingdang!"

Something suddenly hit the big knife raised by the executioner, and a harsh sound sounded.

He felt the blade floating to the other side, causing his fat body to tilt.

At the same time, two delicate bodies were already running from the onlookers toward the execution office.

Before the executioner could stand firm, his delicate body had already flew in front of him. He kicked his fat body and kicked him to the dust.

When the prison officer saw it, he immediately shouted: "Someone robbed the law, stop it quickly and kill them with a sword!"

Seeing this, the crowd was immediately furious and ran around in a mess.

The soldiers picked up their spears and shouted at the two girls in the field.

The one who saved Wang Yujue was not someone else, but Zhu Lanxin and the maid Cuicui whom he met on Mount Hua.

"Wang Sanyu, I'll repay you now." Zhu Lanxin looked at Wang Yujue with a surprised look and said, and ordered Cuicui again, "Cutou chopped me the rope that tied him!"

"Yes." Cuicui stepped forward and waved his sword a few times, and the rope that bound him was immediately broken into pieces and fell to the ground.

"Why are you committing the crime of extermination for your poor life?" Wang Yujue had no intention of thanking at all, but instead greeted them, "You run quickly, the farther you run, the better. Run quickly!" He glanced at the soldiers running towards him and said anxiously.

"Kill!" The soldiers rushed towards them and waved their spears and poked them randomly.

"Get back!" Zhu Lanxin and his servant squirted their swords. With the sound of pinging, all the soldiers stood unsteadily and all took a few steps back.

Seeing the soldiers retreat, Wang Yujue hurriedly greeted them again: "You guys should leave at this time!"

"I can't leave anymore, look at it." Cuicui pointed at the city wall.

His eyes looked there, and countless soldiers came out of the city and rushed towards it.

"Why do you do stupid things?" Wang Yujue said depressedly, "Isn't it just a painting? Is it necessary for you to exchange for your life?"

Zhu Lanxin and his master and servant just smiled and didn't answer.

"Kill--!" Countless soldiers surrounded the three of them in the core and waved their spears to attack the two of them.

"The mantis arm blocks the chariot, why are you afraid of?" Zhu Lanxin said and led Cui Cui to greet her.

Amid the sound of gold and iron clashing, the soldiers' spears were broken into two pieces. However, they were well-trained, and the ones in front quickly retreated to the back, while the ones in the back quickly rushed up with guns.

Wang Yujue watched as more and more soldiers, surrounded the three of them in the inner and outer layers, and his brows became even tighter.

Although the soldiers could not capture and kill the two, they narrowed the encirclement even smaller.

The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable to the three.

Suddenly, five agile people stepped on the soldiers' heads and jumped into the encirclement, clasped their fists and bowed to Zhu Lanxin, but did not say anything.

Only one person whispered to her a few words, and she nodded repeatedly when she heard it.

All five of them drew out their long swords and pointed at the soldiers and said, "You'd better not come forward, otherwise you will be wiped out!"

When the soldiers saw others helping each other, they saw that they were all very skilled people, and they all retreated.

The five people had cold faces, were serious and had serious expressions, which made people fight when they saw it.

One of them shouted to the soldiers: "Go and call you guys over."

"Everyone of you evil men who have robbed the law will be punished." A young general wanted to make a contribution, ignored his words and stabbed him with a gun.

"Looking for death!" When the man scolded, he did not avoid it and was about to contact the gun. He suddenly turned around and let the long spear bend in front of him. He grabbed the shocked soldier and raised it and threw it into the depths of the crowd.

His move made all the soldiers retreat backwards.

The soldiers did not move, and the seven people did not attack. If anyone wanted to make a contribution, they would be caught and thrown into the crowd.

The soldier soon came over from the periphery and said unfriendly to several people: "You have robbed the court and have to meet me under heavy siege. Do you have any funeral to explain?"

The man did not answer, but took out a small black sign to look at him, and said coldly: "The person who wants to tell the funeral of the future is your county magistrate. He rebelled and detained his life. We must re-examine the case and report it to him here."

When the head saw the black sign, he looked like a fierce and evil spirit, he immediately bowed his head and fist respectfully and said: "I am obedient to the order!"

Seeing this, the soldiers were even more arrogant and dared not to come out. They all stood up with guns and restrained their killing aura.

"You are here to maintain order and do not let the onlookers make trouble. I will come when I go." The leader ordered the soldiers to leave in a hurry.

When the people around heard about this, they all rushed back to see the strange thing - they had never seen a case trial in the court, and everyone felt it was novel.

Zhu Lanxin and his servant sat aside and played, while the serious-looking people surrounded Wang Yujue and asked questions, and mentioned how things were going.

After a while, the soldiers and the county magistrate arrived happily.

"I have met the adults." The county magistrate nodded and bowed to the few people.

"You dog official, you didn't even figure it out, so you asked someone to be executed. What crime should you be punished?"

"Sir, Bei Zhi rushed over after hearing the news. The woman was indeed dead in the arms of this scholar. How could she not figure it out?"

"Since you have figured it out, I'll ask you--Isn't that woman looking black? Do you know what's going on?"

"It was caused by his snipping with his hands."

"Are you sure there are signs of finger squeezing on the woman's neck?"

"have."

"Dare you sure? If not, I will personally beat you with a stick!"

"This - no pinching." He heard this and his face changed color and had to change his words.

"Where is the black color on the woman's face coming from?" he asked sternly.

"I don't know." The county magistrate had to answer truthfully.

"When you rushed there, was the scholar not wearing clothes or the woman not wearing clothes?"

"Is it a woman?"

"Why do you say that scholars want to wear good clothes, but he is jealous of a woman who is not wearing clothes?"

"I don't know." The county magistrate answered truthfully, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"You don't know this, you don't know that. Even if you haven't figured it out, you're sentenced to death. Is there such great power in your hands?"
To be continued...