When the two returned to Huo Mansion, the heavy snow also witnessed another life in Xu Fanming's hands.
Xu Fanming threw the knocked unconscious Hu Yuan to the ground, jumped off his horse, and handed the reins to the bodyguard beside him.
He kicked the unconscious Hu Yuan. Seeing that the people on the ground did not respond, he called to the escort who was watching: "Go get a bucket of ice water from the well and wake up Mr. Hu."
"Headguard, who is this person?" An old escort squatted next to Hu Yuan, straightened Hu Yuan's face with his hand, and looked at the light.
"The third young master of the Deji Hu family said in front of so many people at the banquet that my relationship with Dong Chen's family is not clean." Xu Fanming looked at Hu Yuan's face, narrowed his eyes in disgust, and spat.
Mr. Wen came from a distance and looked at the people on the ground.
"This kid is very brave, but it's a pity that his brain is not very good."
Wen Lao picked Hu Yuan's face with the crutch in his hand and patted it.
"Boss, the water is here."
The escort was carrying a bucket full of water, and through the light one could still see ice particles floating on it.
Xu Fanming picked up his feet and raised his chin towards Hu Yuan.
The escort directly poured a bucket of water on Hu Yuan's face.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the top water in the well was extremely cold, and a large bucket of ice flakes fell on Hu Yuan's face.
Hu Yuan was aroused by the coolness, coughed twice, opened his eyes and looked at the pair of feet in front of him.
"Go get a few more buckets, and ask for more ice."
After Xu Fanming finished giving orders to the bodyguard, he kicked Hu Yuan: "Third Young Master, are you awake?"
"You...what are you going to do?" Hu Yuan fell to the ground weakly, forcing himself to stand up.
Xu Fanming clapped his hands and said pretentiously: "Hey, why is the third young master lying on the ground? Why don't you go find a sedan for the third young master?"
Mr. Wen looked at Xu Fanming and smiled happily. This kid's methods were becoming more and more like the master of the torture hall.
It's a pity that Hu Yuan is just an idle second-generation ancestor and can't understand the cryptic words spoken by these veterans.
He smiled proudly and said to Xu Fanming: "You know what I'm doing, send me back to Hu's house quickly."
Xu Fanming only found it funny, squatted on the ground, and patted Hu Yuan's face with the broad side of his dagger: "Don't worry, I will send the third young master back to my house in a minute to meet the ancestors of your Hu family."
Hu Yuan looked at the smile on Xu Fanming's face, his back felt cold, and he sat up suddenly.
"It's you! What are you going to do!"
Xu Fanming widened the smile on his face: "Third Young Master, you can guess."
After saying that, the bodyguard had already brought the "sedan" over. Xu Fanming stood up and said loudly: "Come on, help the third young master get on the sedan."
Hu Yuan was tremblingly lifted onto the strange-shaped chair, and he saw that Xu Fanming had a whip twisted into a thin iron chain in his hand.
He lifted his chin with his hand under the cold whip and was forced to look at Xu Fanming.
"I wonder if the third young master has ever heard of the eighty-one punishment of Qinghong Society?"
There was madness hidden in Xu Fanming's eyes, and there was a hint of excitement and expectation in his tone.
Mr. Wen was watching and said to the onlookers: "You all should be careful, lest you don't know how to use the eighty-one punishment in the execution hall later."
The eighty-one punishments of the Qinghong Society are also called reincarnation punishments.
Over the years in the Qinghong Society, no more than ten people have been subjected to the punishment of reincarnation, not many have seen it, and even fewer have been able to see the whole process.
And Xu Fanming not only finished reading Eighty-One Punishments, but also silently memorized it.
Mr. Wen still remembered that the first time he met Xu Fanming was at the execution site of the Eighty-one Punishment.
At that time, Xu Fanming was only fifteen or sixteen years old. The half-grown boy's face was pale and pale, and he forced himself to watch the whole audience.
From that moment on, he felt that this child had potential. After all, even he, who thought he had countless allies, was attracted by his tenacity.
Xu Fanming stretched his muscles and began expressionlessly.
Hu Yuan's screams echoed throughout Taiping Villa. Fortunately, Xu Fanming chose the sparsely populated west of the city when he chose the location.
As time went by, more and more onlookers couldn't stand the bloody scene and hid one after another.
Even Mr. Wen couldn't help but frown. This was the first time he saw Xu Fanming use eighty-one punishment. Unexpectedly, he still remembered it clearly.
Mr. Wen looked around and saw that after only ten punishments, most of the escorts had already left.
He stroked his beard and sighed secretly.
Slowly, the snow became heavier and heavier, dyed red by Hu Yuan's blood, and it was particularly shocking when it fell to the ground.
Hu Yuan could no longer scream at this moment. Xu Fanming looked at Hu Yuan who was pretending to be unconscious and picked up the ice water at hand. A layer of snow fell on the ice water, which had stuck to the ice and formed an ice slab.
Xu Fanming smashed a whole piece of ice with a dagger, and the angular ice flakes floated on it, and the whole bucket of water poured on Hu Yuan's head.
Hu Yuan's screams resounded throughout the villa.
An escort suppressed the turmoil in his stomach and approached Mr. Wen: "Old Wen, what if this man dies before he has finished his eighty-one punishment?"
Wen Lao stroked his beard: "Depending on how much the prison officer holds grudges against you, the best thing is to continue to finish the rest after dying."
"What if I'm unlucky?"
"Bad luck? In the past, the Xingtang had an expense called 'life money', which was used to buy some wild ginseng that was hundreds of years old in the Daxingan Mountains every year."
Wen Lao sighed: "If you are unlucky, the wild ginseng bought with this 'life-saving money' will come in handy. The executioner will have someone cut it into pieces and put it in your mouth to help you breathe."
"During the Guangxu period, there was a criminal official who spent his own money to buy a thousand-year-old wild ginseng. For this reason, the execution was delayed from summer to winter. In winter, it was cold, and this man's blood flow was slow. In addition, the thousand-year-old ginseng
I held my breath, and finally breathed my last at the seventy-eighth chapter."
Wen Lao shook his head and sighed regretfully. There was no wild ginseng now, which was a blessing among Hu Yuan's misfortunes.
It was not until the thirty-seventh execution that Hu Yuan, who had been poured five buckets of ice water on him, finally breathed his last and was freed early.
Xu Fanming looked at Hu Yuan and lost interest.
Mr. Wen also called him to stop: "There are so many more things to do later. There is no need to do it. It's almost dawn. Find a few with strong legs and throw them to the door of Hu's house."
"Don't throw it away to the Hu family, throw it to Cai Ying's front hall." Xu Fanming kicked Hu Yuan's body with a look of disgust.
Mr. Wen nodded: "Listen to your escort chief, go quickly!"
Snow fell in large tracts, gradually covering up the bloodstains on the ground.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Wen stood beside Xu Fanming and looked into his emotionless eyes.
"I met Bapai Ma Ye's child bride and Lei Yishan."
Mr. Wen was a little surprised: "I have some impression of the child bride you mentioned. When she came to worship at the incense hall, it was the boy named Mana who asked me to open the incense hall myself."
"Master Ma, Hall Master Lei, both died in the hands of Zhang."
Xu Fanming expressionlessly rinsed the blood off the torture instruments in the ice water.
"The surname you mentioned is 'Zhang', does it mean Li Zaozhang?"
Mr. Wen said firmly, leaning on a cane.
Xu Fanming nodded, raised his face and asked Mr. Wen: "What is his origin?"
"Back then, a person from the Tiandi Taoist Qinghong Association was listed. Somehow, he actually sat in the ninth row."
Speaking of this, Mr. Wen became more excited than ever before: "In the ninth platoon, Mr. Eguchi is in charge of new brothers, promotions, and announcement of lists. It was he who took advantage of his position to submit the list of brothers in the guild to the government.
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"Traitor?" Xu Fanming's eyelids were bloodshot and the red color had not gone away yet, and his triangular eyes looked particularly ruthless.
Wen Lao gritted his teeth and nodded: "He is a legitimate eighty-one punishment."
Xu Fanming played with the chain whip in his hand and nodded thoughtfully.