This magic wand is equipped with talismans, so any protective spells used by the victim are of no use and can only be endured forcefully.
Each stroke of the stick brought up a rain of blood. In just a moment, Lou Qianyue's back was already stained with blood. The blood flowed down the wooden bench under him, which was shocking——
Lou Qianyue did have a tough body. She was clearly shaking with pain, but she didn't say a word.
He gritted his teeth and didn't even move.
Many of the female disciples in the audience couldn't bear to witness it and turned their heads.
Some even had red eyes, clenched their fists, and tears rolling down their cheeks.
Ah Zi sat there, watching the board fall again and again, her eyes filled with scarlet red.
Her face was livid, and although she didn't have much expression, the fingers piercing her palms under the case revealed her mood at the moment.
"Execution Master Uncle, he fainted." The crackling sound stopped, and the execution disciple reported loudly.
"How much?" Ah Zi's voice was slightly hoarse.
"Eighty." The execution disciple reported the number.
Ah Zi lowered her eyes and looked at Lou Qianyue, who was lying on the wooden bench. His face was white, his lip had been bitten, and his whole body had turned into a bloody man.
The white clothes turned into blood clothes, and the blood under his body was winding like a stream... He closed his eyes tightly, his breath was like a gossamer, and he fainted.
"Uncle Master, do you want to splash him awake?" the executioner asked for instructions.
According to the rules, if the prisoner faints during the execution, he must be splashed with special talisman water to wake him up, and then be executed again. Only in this way can the purpose of shock be achieved.
"No need, carry him down!" Azi said.
The execution disciple was stunned. The prison officer was only responsible for jailing people, but did not have the right to commute sentences. What she said was obviously against the rules.
"Uncle Master, there are still twenty sticks left." The executioner bowed and saluted, and answered in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
Zhang Tianzong, who was next to him, couldn't help but say: "Senior sister, this is what the head master ordered with the head order. You cannot violate it, otherwise you and I will not be able to bear it."
Azi's face was expressionless and she didn't speak. She stood up slowly, walked to the wooden execution bench, looked at Lou Qianyue, and then put her hand out to test his breath.
His breath was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind. It seemed that blowing on a small fire could completely extinguish the fire of his life.
She took out a pill from her sleeve, pried open his clenched teeth, and fed the pill in...
More than a thousand people in the audience watched her movements and knew that what she was feeding him was a life-saving pill that could keep him going for a while longer.
It seems that the twenty sticks will continue to be beaten.
After all, no one can disobey the leader's orders.
"Bring the spring stool!" Ah Zi suddenly ordered.
Generally, disciples who have been tortured are temporarily unable to walk again, so after the execution, they will be carried on a spring bench and then carried to their own courtyard for recuperation.
Naturally, the spring stool prepared for Lou Qianyue had already been prepared. After hearing the order, two disciples carried the spring stool up and stopped aside.
The two disciples bowed and said: "Master, uncle, don't worry. After the execution is completed, we can carry him back and the medicine for his injuries has been prepared."
"Carry him down now!" Ah Zi ordered coldly.
Zhang Tianzong was stunned, stood up, and shouted urgently: "Senior sister! Don't be impulsive!"
With a rare calmness on Azi's face, she raised her eyes and glanced at Zhang Tianzong, and said calmly: "He can no longer withstand twenty sticks. I am only his disciple, so I can't really beat him to death, right?"