Chapter 405 The First Tribulation Dream
After a few breaths, under the somewhat incomprehensible gaze of the jailer, Zhou Mujin took the paper.
Just now, he only saw the name at the bottom, and had not yet carefully read the actual content recorded on it.
In the Yin month of the Xinwei year, Zhou Mujin, a native of He'an Mansion, abused lynching in the Zhou Mansion late at night. He killed his wife Zhao and his concubine Xu with a stick, and ordered the servants of the Zhou Mansion to bury two maids, Zhou Lan and Zhou Xiang, alive. A total of four lives were taken. After being tried by the He'an Mansion Office, the evidence was conclusive. We hereby plead guilty.
"Young Master Zhou?" Seeing Zhou Mujin holding the paper in silence for a long time, the jailer couldn't help but urge him, "You only need to dip the red painting in it and Master Zhou can enjoy this pot of osmanthus aged wine as long as you like, how about it?"
Zhou Mujin frowned slightly.
Since waking up, his memory seems to be completely blank. At this time, he only knows his name. As for whether he really killed four people in the days before yesterday, no one can tell him.
"What will happen if I make a mark?"
The jailer tried his best to hide the trace of joy deep in his eyes, and said as if he was coaxing a child: "As long as Mr. Zhou signs the signature, you can drink this pot of osmanthus aged wine that you have been dreaming about! What do you think?"
Obviously, in the eyes of the jailer, the eldest son of the Zhou family was just a fool who could be fooled with a little effort.
According to what the noble man said, Zhou Mujin is addicted to alcohol. Once he encounters his favorite wine, he will lose his mind and not care about anything.
Zhou Mujin smelled the rich scent of osmanthus wine, his eyes gradually turned red uncontrollably, he stretched out his right hand, tremblingly dipped a touch of red mud, and printed it on the paper.
"Finally got it!" The jailer snatched the drawing paper and hid it in his arms as if he had found a treasure. He glanced sideways at Zhou Mujin and let out a cold snort from his nostrils, "If it weren't for the strict regulations of He'an Mansion, I can't torture you in private... Humph! It's just a pity for this pot of aged osmanthus wine!"
After saying this, he walked out of the cell extremely impatiently, and left the cell without even locking the door.
Only a small pot of aged osmanthus wine with a strong fragrance was left.
Zhou Mujin picked up the delicate wine bottle, moved his lips slightly, and felt an extremely burning desire for it deep in his heart. He raised his head uncontrollably and put it into his mouth, drinking it all in one gulp.
A flash of lightning flashed through my mind!
what did I do!
After drinking it, Zhou Mujin's eyes suddenly became clear, but the sweet wine had already flowed down his throat. No matter how much he tried to spit it out, it was to no avail.
The pain and weakness in his body became more and more intense. Zhou Mujin tried his best to maintain a trace of clarity, but suddenly his vision went dark and he fainted.
I do not know how long it has been.
Half asleep and half awake, the vague sound of conversation faintly reached my ears.
"That pot of Osmanthus Osmanthus wine has so much Hedinghong in it, and this guy is not dead yet?"
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, his previous attack has already been marked with red paint. He will be beheaded in two days. If he is not poisoned to death, he is lucky. Let him live for two more days."
The feeling of sleepiness came over again, Zhou Mujin was extremely anxious in his heart, but he couldn't even open his eyes, so he had to fall asleep again while struggling for consciousness.
Bang.
Bang.
Suddenly I was awakened by violent jolts and tremors.
Zhou Mujin gradually regained consciousness. The dazzling sunlight was shining directly down on him, causing him to squint his eyes slightly, trying to see clearly the angry people in all directions.
Yellowed rotten vegetable leaves and smelly broken eggs were thrown headlong into the prison van. Zhou Mujin stretched out his hand with a heavy chain in front of his face and looked down at the rolling wood underneath the prison van on the uneven road. Wheel, my mind felt like a mess, and a deep feeling of powerlessness pervaded my whole body.
execution ground.
He kicked Zhou Mujin hard on the back, causing him to stagger. The executioner Zhao Hu held a shiny beheading sword and said in a hateful voice: "You evil beast! My sister is marrying a beautiful person like a flower. Your family was beaten to death by you so cruelly! God has mercy on you, and so will you today!"
The dense crowd of people all around cheered loudly.
"good!"
"Good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil deeds. It's not that there will be no retribution. The time has not yet come!"
"Hurry up and execute!"
Noon.
Zhou Mujin was tied tightly to the side of the wooden stake on the ground, with his head lowered, unable to move at all. His somewhat absent-minded eyes looked at the bluestone bricks on the ground of the execution ground, wondering what he was thinking.
Something.
The light of the sword suddenly appeared, even causing a harsh sound of wind.
A bone-piercing pain shot through the back of his neck, followed by a cold chill that poured into his neck bones. Zhou Mujin's consciousness instantly fell into an indescribable blur, but he vaguely heard it again. There were exclamations of exclamation from the crowd.
"Is this happening?"
"Zhao Hu has been an executioner for more than ten years, how could this mistake happen?"
"Then is he dead?"
Executioner Zhao Hu stood there, staring at the beheading knife stuck in Zhou Mujin's neck, and was stunned for a moment.
This knife was so sharp that even when he swung it with all his strength, his head was not chopped off!
The blood spurted out like arrows, even staining the stone platform of the execution ground under him red. Zhao Hu hurriedly pulled out the broadsword that had been dyed bright red, and slashed it down with force again!
His head fell in response.
Zhou Mujin's consciousness also completely fell into darkness.
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In an unknown place, a very thick golden thread slowly fell off from the golden true spirit and turned into powder.
In the human realm, decades have passed.
Xu Disheng, as a rare evildoer who has condensed nine souls, needs to survive nine mental tribulations. However, under the distortion of the rules of heaven and earth, these nine mental tribulations have almost changed their original nature and are different from the rest. The mental calamity that living beings need to go through is completely different. Once they are unable to awaken on their own, they can only wait for annihilation in sinking.
His first calamity dream was the calamity of the first soul, that is, the ancestral soul of the Ancient Bell. Under the terrible superposition of rules, there was no hope for this calamity. He wanted to break it with a mortal body that had lost his memory. There was no trace of life at all.
Although its extremely terrifying background has played a great role in preventing it from being directly poisoned or killed with a single sword, it still cannot withstand the layers of murderous intent everywhere.
Outside the prison where his eyes had not come, and even among the crowd outside the prison car, there were still dozens of people holding sharp blades hiding behind the prison wall, hiding among the crowd. If he had been lucky with his weak body at the beginning, After getting rid of the tall and strong jailer, what was waiting for him was just a dense array of sharp blades.
The dream of the first calamity was destroyed.