A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 396 Chunhe Building

Chunhe Tower is a teahouse. The teahouse in the capital city is naturally much more magnificent than the one in Xiangu County. On the plaque at the entrance, the four words "Chunhe Jingming" are even more vigorous and unrestrained, like wandering clouds and startled dragons.

Just these four words made Duan Rong stop and look for a long time.

It was almost noon when he sat down at a window seat on the second floor of the teahouse. He ordered two plates of dried fruits and a pot of tea and ate slowly.

Looking back from here, more than twenty death row prisoners in prison uniforms were already kneeling on the temporary execution ground at the entrance of the street.

Soldiers in armor have surrounded the street entrance.

The executioners, holding thick-backed machetes in both hands, were already standing at the edge of the execution ground. The scorching sun at noon shone on the row of blades, which flashed a chilling light.

Chunhe Tower is actually some distance away from the execution ground and is not a good place to watch an execution.

But Duan Rong quite liked the quietness of this place. The windows of the several teahouses and restaurants that were really close to the execution ground were already crowded with people, just like the area around the execution ground at the entrance of the street market.

As soon as Duan Rong sat down, his spiritual awareness suddenly enveloped the execution ground.

After investigating with his spiritual sense, he saw that there were archers and strong-armored warriors lying in ambush on the roofs and in the alleys around the execution ground. There were also four powerful men in the true Qi realm guarding the four corners.

Duan Rong was using his spiritual sense to investigate the execution ground, but suddenly he frowned and turned to look at the stairs. He saw a thin man dressed like a clerk and wearing a square scarf, walking slowly up the stairs.

The person who came was actually the Lord of Ruyang Prefecture, Chen Xun.

At this time, there were only a few tables of guests on the second floor of the teahouse, and Duan Rong was the only one sitting by the window.

When Chen Xun walked to the window, he raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Duan Rong who was sitting a few tables away. He saw a young man with a dark complexion. He didn't care much about him because Duan Rong was sitting with his back to the execution ground.

Chen Xun sat down, drank his tea, and stared towards the execution ground.

He knew that Shen Mizhi had entered the city this morning, and was accompanied by another outer disciple. In total, there were two powerful men in the True Qi realm.

He had already put all his strongest forces on guarding the execution ground, and Yang Ji and Li Hong were also there, with six strong men in the True Qi Realm, plus strong bows and crossbows. He was not afraid of Shen Mi's attack, but was afraid that he would tie up the pocket and she would not go in.

Chen Xun looked at the execution ground leisurely. He looked like a scholar enjoying the bright moon and fresh breeze.

The noon drum has sounded!
The person who presided over and supervised the execution of Shen Yanliu was the governor of Ruyang Prefecture, Yang Ji.

When the noon drum sounded, he glanced at a clerk beside him and said, "It's noon now. Identify the person and execute him in three quarters of an hour!"

The man picked up a stack of manuscripts, clasped his fists and said, "Yes, sir!"

The most important criminal in this case is naturally Shen Yanliu, the former Censor.

The clerk first walked up to Shen Yanliu, who was standing in front of the group of prisoners.

At this time, several hours had passed since Duan Rong had administered the drug, and the prisoners had basically all woken up and were conscious.

However, "Shen Yanliu" still seemed a little confused.

This was because he was not only drugged by Duan Rong, but also took a pill. His mind was blank at this moment, and he was very sleepy and kept yawning.

When the clerk grabbed his hair and pulled up his head, his eyes were obviously a little dull.

The clerk glanced at him, glanced at the portrait in his hand, and said loudly: "Shen Yanliu, I have verified his identity, and it is correct!"

Having said that, he put down his head, took two steps, grabbed the hair of Ma Chunmin, who was kneeling beside him, and lifted Ma Chunmin's face up to the light of the sky.

When the clerk shouted, Tang Wanhong's heart moved slightly.

He seemed to hear the clerk calling out "Shen Yanliu", but he was too sleepy. As soon as his mind started to work, he became terribly dizzy. If it weren't for the iron chain, he would have almost fallen down.

After the clerk finished examining more than twenty death row prisoners, he reported to Yang Ji and then stood aside.

Suddenly, a person wearing mourning clothes and carrying a food box rushed in from the outskirts of the execution ground. It was Shen Mizhi.

Shen Mizhi was dressed in white, in mourning clothes, and her face was covered with traces of tears.

Those soldiers wanted to stop her, but she was a powerful Qi realm expert after all, and she broke in with just a little effort.

Those soldiers wanted to chase and drive them away, but Li Hong immediately came over and blocked them. He stood there, looking at Shen Mizhi's back as she rushed over, his eyes flashing.

Shen Mizhi's arrival caused a commotion among the crowd.

Yang Ji, who was sitting behind the execution table, naturally noticed it. He turned his head and exchanged glances with Li Hong who was not far away.

They were not afraid of Shen Mizhi coming at all, they were just afraid that she would not come!

The four powerful Qi realm masters who were hiding in the hidden places on the roofs around them were also immediately shocked and paid attention to the movements around them.

Shen Mizhi, holding a lunch box, fell in front of "Shen Yanliu" and called out "Dad" in tears.

But the "Shen Yanliu" who was kneeling in front of her felt dizzy at this time and couldn't even open his eyes.

Shen Mizhi took out a pot of wine from the food box and poured a cup. She supported "Shen Yanliu" and raised the cup in front of him.

"Dad, Mizhi will give you a cup of wine! To see you off!"

Shen Mizhi looked at the face in front of her whose eyes could hardly be opened. Although she was mentally prepared, she was still shocked.

This face is so similar!
If she had not just seen the real Shen Yanliu in the dilapidated temple not long ago, she would have found it hard to believe that the person in front of her was a fake.

Every detail on the face is so realistic, even the scar and the mole on the right cheek are exactly the same!

Shen Mizhi suppressed the shock in her heart and fed the wine into Shen Yanliu's mouth.

She forced herself to let the grief surge up again, and said in a sobbing voice: "Dad, please eat some vegetables."

Shen Mizhi picked up a piece of pig head and stuffed it into "Shen Yanliu's" mouth, but he just held it in his mouth without chewing.

Shen Mizhi wiped the tears from her face, stood up from "Shen Yanliu", and came to Ma Chunmin.

She looked at Ma Chunmin's sad face. Unlike the hypocritical expression she showed when facing "Shen Yanliu", Ma Chunmin was really going to die!
This woman watched her grow up, took care of her daily life, and never even beat or scolded her.

But Shen Mizhi also knew in her heart that this was not because Ma Chunmin cared about her, but because of her cleverness. It was because of this that Shen Yanliu could tolerate her, and even slowly began to let her handle some confidential matters.

There were countless details and those indescribable looks that made Shen Mizhi truly feel the disgust from Ma Chunmin.

But she was about to die, and Shen Mizhi still wanted to give her a proper farewell.

Shen Mizhi poured a cup of wine, held it in front of Ma Chunmin, and called out, "Aunt Min, Mizhi offers you a glass of wine."

Ma Chunmin stared at Shen Mizhi blankly, and murmured: "Mizhi...you..."

"Auntie Min, drink it."

Ma Chunmin's hands were tied with iron chains. Shen Mizhi raised the wine glass to her mouth and she drank it all in one gulp.

Shen Mizhi wanted to serve her some food, but Ma Chunmin said, "Mizhi, I don't want to eat any food. Give me another glass of wine."

Shen Mizhi poured three glasses of wine for Ma Chunmin and fed her. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, Ma Chunmin felt that the fear in her heart seemed to have dissipated a lot. She looked at Shen Mizhi, smiled bitterly, and said: "Mizhi, I'm sorry! Auntie Min didn't love you well. You are willing to feed me wine today, which is also considered..."

Before Ma Chunmin finished speaking, Yang Ji suddenly stood up and shouted, "All outsiders, please retreat! Executioners, take your positions!"

At this time, several soldiers came and pushed Shen Mizhi away.

Shen Mizhi cried and pretended to be reluctant to leave.

At this time, Xiao Yu rushed in and helped Shen Mizhi back.

Just as Xiao Yu helped Shen Mizhi out of the execution ground and stood outside, a hint of disappointment clearly flashed in Li Hong's eyes.

If Shen Mizhi wanted to rob the execution ground, that would have been a good opportunity for her to do so. However, she did not do so at that time, but instead retreated. It seemed that she really had no intention of doing so.

Then all their efforts and efforts to lay a tight net would be in vain.

At this time, the executioners are in place!

Yang Ji looked at the sundial not far from him and saw the seal in the shadow. He suddenly threw the stick to the ground and said loudly: "It's three quarters after noon! Execution!"

More than a dozen executioners were in position, and each was ordered to kill one or two people. Who would kill whom had already been determined. Generally, only experienced executioners could receive the job of killing two people and earn two silver coins.

Ma Chunmin knelt in the shivering wind, watching Shen Yanliu's head fall to the ground. The head rolled and a piece of pig's head came out of its mouth.

Ma Chunmin's eyes suddenly got startled, because from her angle, she could just see a burn on the back of the man's neck, which was obviously an old injury from many years ago, which Shen Yanliu definitely did not have.

"This person is not Shen Yanliu!"

Just as this thought flashed through her mind, she caught a glimpse of a flash of cold light at her side, and her head flew up!

Shen Mizhi's crying face flashed before her eyes, and then her consciousness began to blur...

When a large number of heads were flying up on the execution ground, Chen Xun, who was sitting in a seat by the window, had already seen a black dot floating in the distance.

Shen Mizhi did not take action, and he felt quite disappointed.

Shen Mizhi is an outer disciple of the sect. Since she did not rob the execution ground, he couldn't just attack an outer disciple of the sect for no reason.

The moment "Shen Yanliu" was killed, Chen Xun stood up and glanced at the young man with a dark face not far away.

Since he sat down, the young man just glanced at him, and then just drank his tea by himself, looking at the scenery outside the window from time to time, with a very comfortable expression.

Chen Xun sighed slightly. Ever since he took the position of Palace Master, he seemed to have never been so relaxed.

Just like before, he seemed to be sitting there calmly, but his mind was actually tense the whole time.

Although now that Shen Yanliu had been killed, the matter had come to an end, but he still had a few complicated things on his mind.

In particular, the incident of Tang Wanhong being kidnapped from the dungeon in the city gave him a great shock.

Tang Wanhong is a man with complex social connections and is deeply involved in both officialdom and the underworld. It would probably not be easy to find out who did it.

But no matter what, these gangsters dared to kidnap people from the dungeon in his city, which was tantamount to slapping him in the face. No matter what the cost, he would dig out the person behind this.

When Chen Xun walked slowly down the stairs, Duan Rong raised his eyes and glanced at his back.

His spiritual consciousness was still covering the execution ground.

Shen Mizhi is collecting the bodies of Shen Yanliu and Ma Chunmin.

Xiao Yu had already bought two coffins from the coffin shop and hired people to carry them over from the outside to the edge of the execution ground.

Shen Mizhi personally picked up the remains and severed head of "Shen Yanliu" and put them into the coffin, and then put the remains and severed head of Ma Chunmin into another coffin.

Shen Mizhi's face was covered with tears and she looked extremely sad. The people watching nearby all praised her for being filial.

When Xiao Yu and Shen Mizhi left the execution ground with the two coffins containing the corpses, Duan Rong stood up from his seat in the teahouse.

Unlike Chen Xun, Duan Rong sat here just to watch them take the body away.

Because the corpse is evidence of the crime and cannot be kept.

Shen Mizhi took away the body with the utmost filial piety, which was the final part of the plan.

And it was only natural. Who would be suspicious of a daughter collecting the body of her deceased father? Who would dare to stop her?

Xiao Yu and Shen Mizhi carried the coffins out of the city and parked the two coffins in the charity cemetery outside the city.

Shen Yanliu was a miserable young man with no relatives or friends and had long lost contact with his hometown. Shen Mizhi didn't need to take him back to the ancestral tomb. She could only hold a memorial ceremony and keep vigil at the charity cemetery before burying him there.

Those who are executed have no relatives or friends to pay tribute to them.

That night, only Xiao Yu accompanied Shen Mizhi to keep vigil in the charity cemetery.

Shen Mizhi was wearing mourning clothes, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, burning paper money in the brazier from time to time.

She burned it for Ma Chunmin.

It was already midnight, and all around was quiet. The people in the charity cemetery had already gone to bed.

Suddenly a dark shadow flashed in from outside the door.

Xiao Yu and Shen Mizhi had naturally noticed it, but they were not surprised.

The firelight illuminated the face of the person who came, it was Duan Rong.

Duan Rong released his spiritual sense and confirmed that there was no one watching him.

The three of them looked at each other, but no one spoke. Duan Rong walked slowly into the mourning hall and suddenly lifted the lid of "Shen Yanliu's" coffin. With his spiritual sense, he could see the situation inside the coffin in detail. He suddenly poured true energy into his right hand and gently patted a certain place inside the coffin!
He had already reached the great perfection of the Qi realm, and his control of strength was exquisite and as the Qi surged, the head in the coffin was beaten into a ball of bloody mist.

The cypress coffin shook slightly.

Duan Rong pinched out a bloody face from a mass of rotten flesh in the coffin.

He closed the coffin and threw the face into the brazier in front of the mourning hall.

The flames engulfed the face, and the skin twisted and deformed. Shen Mizhi added a handful of paper money into it, and the face was soon burned black, and it was unknown what it was.

Duan Rong glanced at Shen Mizhi and Xiao Yu without saying anything. He just moved his eyes and then flashed and jumped out, disappearing into the dark night.

At this point, the matter has been completely settled.

Even if someone opens the coffin and performs an autopsy, who can say that the person inside is not Shen Yanliu?

As for the real Shen Yanliu, in such a vast sea of people, who will remember him before long?

(End of this chapter)