Caishikou, Pinyang City, execution ground.

"Woo-"

A withered yellow leaf blew across the ground with the rustling autumn wind, making a whining sound.

In the center of the execution ground, a prisoner with messy hair and ragged clothes was tied to a wooden stake on a high platform.

And all around, except for the Qin army who were on guard with swords and spears, there were only a few people who were a few years old and watching.

According to previous execution scenes, before the execution started, the entire Caishikou execution ground would be surrounded by people.

This is to warn everyone not to violate laws and disciplines.

However, today's execution scene was indescribably weird.

It's neither highly anticipated nor exciting, it's just a bit dull and boring.

At this time, the executioner on the execution platform looked up at the sky, and then glanced at the herald beside him.

The herald immediately understood, turned around and ran in the direction of the executioner.

"Report to Yanxiang Order! The time has come and the execution can begin!"

Yan Le frowned, then looked at the prisoners on the high platform and said solemnly, "Wait a moment!"

"Well, if this delays time, Your Majesty will blame you..."

"Your Majesty is responsible for the blame. I have my own responsibility. What are you afraid of?"

Yan Le glanced over with a cold look and said in a cold voice, "Go and be more alert! Be careful of gangsters breaking in!"

The herald who was glanced at coldly couldn't help but trembled, but after hearing Yan Le's words, his heart suddenly tightened and he hesitated, "Yan... Does Yan Xiang's order mean that someone is coming to rob the execution ground?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, get down!"

"promise!"

The herald wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bowed and left.

This Yan Le is the son-in-law of Zhao Gao, the magistrate of the CRRC. He was originally in charge of the harem officials and the punishment of the maids. For some reason, he was sent by the First Emperor to execute the prisoners on the high platform.

Although Yan Le has a lower official rank, he has a profound background, so the herald does not dare to neglect him at all.

Seeing the herald leave, Yan Le sighed secretly and murmured: "Why haven't you come yet? Didn't my father-in-law say that someone might come to rob the execution ground?"

"If you don't come, the gambling game over at the training ground will be closed!"

In fact, Yan Le didn't want to execute the prisoner. After all, he was tortured for three days without speaking.

He was tired of playing and found it boring.

Rather than executing prisoners, he would rather go to the training ground and participate in gambling.

However, for a small person like him, if Zhao Gao had not been willing to promote him, he might have remained anonymous for the rest of his life.

Therefore, he must obey Zhao Gao's orders.

After pondering for a while, Yan Le stood up from his seat and carefully looked at the prisoners on the high platform.

"I'm quite capable, but it's a pity that I'm not lucky."

This is Yan Le’s evaluation of Jiang Chao.

Yes, that's right, the prisoner on the high platform is Jiang Chao, whom Zhao Kun tried his best to rescue.

At this time, Jiang Chao was in extremely poor condition, his face was ugly and pale, he had tall stork bones, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was wearing a foul-smelling gray-brown prison uniform hanging on his shoulders that were not broad, and his waist was obviously empty.

From the moment he was arrested, he was tortured.

It is a miracle that I can survive till now.

"Am I going to die? I..." Jiang Chao struggled to open his eyes. His surroundings were blurry. He was looking for something, but he didn't know what else in the world was worth looking for.

The executioner and herald beside him seemed to be saying something, but he couldn't hear clearly. His ears went blank, as if the sound of the whole world had been sucked away.

Suddenly, he understood.

He is the only one left in this world.

Even if he is about to die, no one will care about him.

Looking at the Qin army around him, he suddenly felt that those faces seemed familiar, and everyone was grinning at him.

He stood in the endless darkness, and the whole world seemed to swallow him up bit by bit.

Just then, a hand grabbed his arm.

"Jiang Wa'er... help me..."

"You like to eat sweet potatoes? That's great! Follow me down the mountain...the sweet potatoes are enough..."

"Do you want to accompany your uncle Zhong...Okay, then we have agreed...you must come to me when you come down the mountain..."

The voice of a cheerful young man suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Zhao...Zhao Kun..."

After a while, Jiang Chao used his cracked lips and whispered the boy's name in a hoarse voice.

Um?

The herald on the side heard the voice and looked at him curiously: "What did you say?"

Jiang Chao: "......"

Seeing that Jiang Chao didn't answer him, the herald turned to look at the executioner: "Did you hear what he just said?"

"No, maybe you heard wrong." The executioner shook his head.

"Yeah?"

The herald scratched his head, and then said with a blank expression: "I didn't drink when I went out today!"

"Haha, if you want to drink, I have a jar here. Do you dare to drink?"

"Go to hell! Whoever drinks the guillotine will be unlucky, and only an executioner full of evil spirits like you dares to drink it!"

When the executioner heard this, he laughed loudly: "As the saying goes, drunkenness makes people bold. Unfortunately, I am naturally bold and I am not afraid of anything!"

Boom——

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded.

"I'm so fucked!"

When the executioner heard the noise, he was frightened and dropped his knife. He quickly knelt down and begged for mercy: "God! I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm afraid! I'm afraid of you!"

He thought that the thunder just now was God punishing him for bragging, so he was so frightened that he lost his mind.

In this era, very few people can read.

Therefore, incomprehensible things are often considered to be miracles or divine punishment.

This is also the case for those who rebelled in ancient times. In order to confuse the people, they would make themselves ridiculous. For example, Liu Bang killed the white snake, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang fish belly books.

There was a thunder on the ground just now, causing the ground to tremble violently, and everyone screamed in fright.

Even Yan Le, who was standing on the execution platform, was so frightened that his legs became weak.

"What's going on? What happened to the thunder just now?"

Yan Le looked around while hiding.

Soon, he discovered that a certain house collapsed ten meters away from Caishikou.

"What's going on?"

Before Yan Le could react, he saw a man wearing black clothes and a mask suddenly appeared in his sight, and then shouted: "Although Chu has three households, Chu will definitely destroy Qin!"

"Chu? The remnants of the Chu Kingdom?"

Yan Le was stunned for a moment, then shouted loudly: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly! There are rebels!"

The Qin army, who had been frightened by the sound just now, came to their senses instantly when they heard the word "rebel" and picked up their weapons one after another to catch the rebel.

At the same time, the Qin army, which had been ambushing for a long time, also rushed out with a roar!

However, before they could take action, the man in black suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Thunder is coming!"

Boom——

There was another loud noise.

"I'll wipe it!"

The people around who had just calmed down heard the noise and collapsed to the ground. If the thunder just now was a conspiracy by the rebels, then what was the reason for the thunder that exploded at any time?

Could it be that these rebels have mastered the magic of magic?

Can you control thunder?

Thinking of this, everyone's scalp went numb.

Yan Le was also frightened. He rolled around and begged for mercy: "Exalted Immortal! Please forgive me, Immortal!"
To be continued...