Every time He Lingchuan said something, he hit his head against the pillar.
Every word was spoken in an unhurried manner, but the force of the collision became stronger each time.
Zhao Rong was hit so hard that his face was covered in blood and he screamed repeatedly.
The wicker and the door panel looked at each other, their blood boiling, their eyes burning and their noses sore, and they were frightened by the cruelty and anger contained in it.
Broken Knife has never been so popular.
"We..." Liu Tiao wanted to ask again, but He Lingchuan casually drew his knife and stabbed Zhao Rong into the heart from the back.
The Fusheng knife was too sharp. Zhao Rong was halfway through his incoherent words when he noticed a sharp blade coming out of his chest, and he was shocked.
He Lingchuan held the knife and twisted it to the left. Zhao Rong wanted to say something, but blood choked his mouth.
The door panel counted silently twice, and the prisoner died.
He Lingchuan pulled out his long knife and said calmly: "He won't repent seriously anyway." It's better not to waste time.
He wiped the blood off the prisoner's vest and returned the knife to its sheath.
The door panel shrugged: "You also left him a complete body."
"We have no personal grudges." Killing him with a knife was his greatest mercy.
The execution was completed without any twists and turns, and the three of them moved the body back to the car. He Lingchuan reminded the two of them: "This matter is kept secret and can only rot in the stomach."
Both the door panel and the wicker said: "We can save it."
The team then drove the carriage and slowly descended the mountain.
There were already people waiting at the foot of the mountain. The leader was in his fifties, with gray hair and a stretched-out neck.
He Lingchuan's team unhooked their horses, handed the carriage to them, and left first.
These must be people from the Zhao family, because they didn't go a few feet when they heard crying from behind.
Willow let out a gentle breath.
But soon the gray-haired old man chased them on horseback, stopped them and asked: "Why is our young master's face covered with blood and there is a wound on his forehead! Did you treat him..."
Zhao Rong's forehead was so swollen from the impact that he couldn't hide it from anyone.
He Lingchuan said calmly: "Master Zhao knelt in front of the Divine Advent Pillar and grabbed the pillar with his head, crying bitterly. I think he repented very deeply."
The old man was furious: "You, you dare to torture!"
"We strictly follow Master Zhao's orders and are meticulous." He Lingchuan unfolded Zhao Xianhe's note in front of him and said in a serious tone, "If you have any objections, please go to the Red General to complain."
…
mission completed.
On both sides of the way back, wild flowers bloomed all over the hillsides.
Bees and butterflies were flying around, the breeze was blowing, and it was like a peaceful world. In a small village not far away, children were playing in the fields, their faces full of innocence.
He Lingchuan was fascinated by the colorful flowers.
For many years, people have been secretly mining gold in the Chifeng mines, but Hu Lichang chose to hide it;
The person in charge of mountains, rivers and mineral resources in Panlong City is Zhao Xianhe, a fellow commander;
Some time ago, Zhao Xianhe seemed to have disappeared;
Today, Mr. Zhao suddenly issued a secret order to send his son to the God Advent Pillar for execution on the spot.
Zhao Rong's death was executed secretly by them without even a public trial and conviction.
Chapter completed!