Nightfall Chapter 20: Autumn Wind and Autumn Rain Killing idlers (Part 2)

In the yard, the prisoners knelt down in the darkness. These prisoners are male, female, and old, with ragged clothes and pale faces. It is obvious that they have not seen the sun for many years. They have long lost the courage or desire to continue living. , Death may be a kind of relief for them. They kneel very numb, without any atonement, so the rain from the sky did not add much solemnity to this scene.

The officials from the Ministry of Households looked at this scene, unavoidably a little nervous, their hand holding the pen trembling slightly, while the executioners waiting by the side seemed very calm, holding the handle of the knife extremely stable.

"How to kill?"

Shangguan Yang Yu stood behind Ning Que, half-bending, and whispered: "The practitioners who participated in the rebellion back then, except for those who died of illness and torture, are all here. Are they all killed or killed?" /

Ning Que looked at the prisoners in Qiuyu and said, "You may have to kill several times. Don't kill them all today."

Shangguan Yang Yu said: "According to what criteria to choose? The importance of Xiling Temple or the severity of the crimes committed in the rebellion? These guys have blood on their hands."

Ning Que said: "Since it's for the temple, I will pick some randomly and kill it."

Shangguan Yangyu did not understand, and asked inexplicably: "Random?"

Ning Que waved his hand and said, "It means picking blindly."

The household officials looked at each other, even those veteran murderers holding knives ready to execute their executions were also a little stunned. Only Shangguan Yang Yu waved his hand to the rain and signaled half to kill first.

The blade cut through the rain and landed on the necks of the prisoners, easily slicing through the muddy skin and dry muscles, severing the bones, and carrying a shady blood.

With a snap, the human head fell like a ripe fruit, bounced twice in the stagnant water on the bluestone slab, and then calmed down, and the gushing blood was quickly diluted by the rain.

Seeing the death of a companion, those prisoners were finally awakened by the fear of death. Some numb nerves regained some vitality. Some tried to break the rope and escape, some fell in the rain in despair and wept, some Looking at Ning Que standing under the courtyard, his eyes were full of hatred.

The scene of the killing is inevitably bloody. Ning Que is not so perverted that he is willing to appreciate it, nor is he interested in making eye and spiritual exchanges with the dying people, turning around and walking back into the hall.

He took a sip from the teacup that was still warm. He looked up again to look out of the court. A dozen corpses had fallen in the autumn rain, and the blood on the bluestone floor had become richer.

Autumn rain is desolate and killing people in the court is like weeding. Except for the sound of a blade breaking into the flesh and bones, there is only the sound of the corpse leaning forward and slamming the water out of the splash.

Ning Que looked at the clear tea in the bowl, not knowing what he was thinking. Shangguan Yang Yu looked at his profile, not knowing what he was thinking. The household officials kept drawing hooks on the roster of prisoners. As those names became less and less, their faces became paler and paler, not knowing what they were thinking,

The autumn rain continued, and the frequency of the sound in the court gradually gradually changed. The breathing of the slow swordsmen and axemen became thicker and thicker. After all, cutting off so many heads is still very tiring.

Relevant officials from the Ministry of Criminal Affairs and the Ministry of Households rushed into the court to examine the corpses. At the same time, they were prepared to deal with the corpses. The swordsmen took a rest after drinking a bowl of strong alcohol.

It's not over yet, Ning Que said that today we will kill a lot of people, move these corpses away, and free the ground in front of the court. When the swordsmen regain their strength, they will continue to kill.

The prisoners who were sent over were more in addition to those taken by the Criminal Ministry, and dozens of them specially sent by the Military Ministry at Ning Que's request. There was no way to kneel down on the ground in front of the court, so they had to be divided into several batches.

"These...most of them are just family members." A household official flipped through the list of prisoners in his hand, looked at the officer Yang Yu in shock and said, "Are these people going to kill too?"

Shangguan Yang Yu didn't answer his question, looked at Ning Que and asked: "Also arbitrarily kill?"

The officials' faces are a little ugly. The hundreds of people detained before the court are all implicated family members. Even if they did not know about it in the war, or even had accomplices, it is difficult to convict capital crimes according to the law of Tang, and it is also the power of the Ministry of Justice or Dali Temple to convict capital. Is it going to kill like this?

These hundreds of family members have been imprisoned in prison for several years. They are in good spirits, because they are not practitioners, and they have not received any restrictions. They can make a sound. At this time, listening to the officials, they know that today will happen. What happened, couldn't help being terrified, crying out of injustice.

Their accusation is collaborating with the enemy. The biggest difference between collaborating with the enemy and treason in the Tang law lies in whether they are actively implemented. Therefore, the most common collaborator is often the family of the traitor. This is a well understood matter.

After the war broke out a few years ago, many people from the Tang Dynasty returned from all over the world. At the south gate of Haotian Road, two-thirds of Taoists cut off contact with the Xiling Temple, but there are still devout Haotian believers who swear allegiance to Xiling. The temple refused to return, and even served in the guardian cavalry of Xiling Temple. These people are traitors, and their family members are collaborators. Regardless of whether they have broken off with their relatives far away in Xiling, they will always be collaborators. Because the blood connection is constant, this is the coldest blood and cruelest in Tang Law. Law. In the past few years, the Tang government and the opposition have searched everywhere, guarded strictly on the border, captured thousands of people suspected of collaborating with the enemy, and then imprisoned them in the great prisons of Chang'an City and various states and counties. The most important reason is that apart from the clear law, Naturally, it is to deter and contain those traitors who are far away.

Today, Ning Que is going to kill these people. This is a very unintelligible thing. Not only the family members can't understand it, but also the officials in the court.

The alley on the side of the courtyard was full of **** smells. The heads of the people who had been chopped off were temporarily piled up on the cart waiting to be processed. Suddenly a head rolled down, rolling in the rain. Rolling to the court, rolling to the eyes of the family members, evoked a burst of exclamation and crying.

Ning Que raised his head and looked at the men, women, children, and children who were kneeling in the autumn rain, as if seeing the gray wall that was wet by the spring rain on the opposite side of Lao Bi Zhai many years ago, and seeing the dead little black man.

Looking at the head in the rain, he thought of the killing of the door in the general's mansion more years ago, the blood that overflowed the door and the heads of those acquaintances who were like watermelons.

"The spring rain fell in Chang'an City that year. The court and the temple were negotiating and preparing to negotiate a peace. I took the Yulong Gang and the Yulin Army into the Qinghe County Guild Hall and killed all the people in Qinghe County in the rain. "

He said: "I want to come now, I regret it a bit."

The officials looked gentle and thought about the kindness and kindness of the academy...but then Ning Que said: "At that time, you should save some to kill slowly, or you can get more benefits."

There was dead silence in the court, except for the sound of rain and the unquenchable crying of the children.

"I know you feel that you are innocent, and those Qinghe people probably feel the same way. Even from the perspective of Tang law or morality, some of you are really innocent."

Ning Que looked at hundreds of people in the rain and said, "But I don't care."

The officials in the court and the Yulin Army are both from the Tang Dynasty. They care about these things very much, so their expressions are a little ugly, but Shangguan Yang Yu didn't care, and slowly raised his right hand in the autumn rain.

He and Ning Que are both atypical Tang people. Tang law is just a tool for them. As for those beautiful morals or feelings, it is good to appreciate them, and they don't need to be possessed.

When you start, the knife falls.

When the knife falls, the head falls.

The old cheeks, the young cheeks, and the childish cheeks, because they lost their blood and were washed by Qiu Yu, they instantly became extremely pale, without any breath of life. Accompanied by horrified shouts, sad begging for mercy, spiteful screams, and sad crying, all kinds of heads kept falling in the rain.

Hundreds of families of traitors died in the autumn rain. The blade cut the flesh and blood, causing death, and the voice became more and more muffled. It was the relationship between the sharp edges and the sharp edges. Until the end, the sound of beheading It becomes a kind of stick, like a broken drum being beaten constantly, dull and terrifying.

The hands of the knife and axe finally trembled, and the hands of the household officials could not hold the pen faster. The ink smeared on the roster became larger and larger. No matter how difficult it is to form the hook, it never happened. A stop signal is heard.

Shangguan Yang Yu thought he really didn't care, but watching those men, women and children fall in a pool of blood, and watching the head piles in the rain in the court getting higher and higher, he realized that his heart was still not strong enough. He stretched out his hand to wipe off the drops of water on his forehead that I didn't know if it was sweat or rain, and looked at Ning Que and asked with a trembling, "Is it enough?"

Ning Que said: "The Ministry of Household is the best at calculating money and food and counting heads. I let you do this because I want to know how many people are enough to kill, so you should answer me this question."

Shangguan Yang Yu sighed and said: "I am an ordinary person and cannot understand the mood of the great practitioners. The most important thing is that I don't know how much influence the temple has on that person, so... I can't know **** How many talents are enough, I even suspect that **** is not enough."

Ning Que knows that Shangguan Yangyu's statement is reasonable. This is also the thing he is least sure of. Can the joys and sorrows of the world really affect people like alcoholics?

The cold rain and the wind are cold, but can't stop the pungent **** smell from permeating the court. He looked at the thick blood that the rain can't dilute, and said: "Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad."

At this time, Shangguan Yang Yu did not forget to praise: "Good poetry."

Ning Que said, "Or do you come first?"

Shangguan Yangyu smiled bitterly and said: "Where do you have this mood."

Ning Que stretched out his hand and followed the dripping rain on the eaves, and said: "When it rains to hit the child, I am idle."

Shangguan Yang Yu said: "Mr. is very leisurely."

"I actually don’t know how many people are enough to kill, but as I said just now, I’m idle anyway. Anyway, these people deserve to die. Anyway, the court needs to spend money to raise these idlers, so you might as well kill them. Killing people without incident, Qiu Feng Qiu Yu killing people, if you say this is fun, it works."

Ning Que walked into the rain, turned around and looked at the officials and said, "Or, you can try to kill more. The Ministry of Household is in charge of the rations of the prisoners of war. You should be very clear about the number of people, how to kill?"