Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 141 The Knife Arrives (2)

The gong was deafeningly loud!
Human nature has both good and evil aspects.

Social morality and laws maintain order, with good prevailing and malice being suppressed.

When disaster strikes, morality and law gradually collapse, order breaks down, and people's consciousness is stimulated by various factors. The evil side is gradually amplified, and the desire for food and the lust for the opposite sex gradually become uncontrollable.

This is just the initial reaction to the collapse.

As the collapse continues, more and more evil will emerge, and people's inner impulses will become increasingly distorted and insane, leading to destruction and slaughter.

That is the real hell.

The timing that Song Yan chose was precisely at the point where order was collapsing.

A series of crisp, piercing gong sounds gradually quelled the restlessness in the crowd. Rows of soldiers wielding curved swords swiftly entered the refugee camp, dividing the tens of thousands of refugees into squares. Under forced discipline, the refugees lined up neatly and sat on the ground. The previous clamor quickly subsided; the refugees looked at each other, none of them knowing what had happened.

At the East Gate, a figure appeared on a makeshift platform; it was none other than Song Yan.

Some of the disaster victims recognized the man as Song Yan, the son-in-law of the eldest princess. Although he was a son-in-law living with his wife's family, he seemed to hold a high position in the princess's household. Even the young masters and ladies of the princess's household treated him with great respect.

Song Yan let out a soft breath and glanced at the dark mass of people. “Everyone, there are some things that need to be taken care of today.” He channeled his inner strength, and even without a megaphone or anything like that, his voice still echoed in everyone’s ears: “This is a camp for disaster victims. You are all disaster victims from all over the country. The Princess is kind and willing to give you a bite to eat.”

His voice was somewhat casual, unlike that of a scholar who would spout classical phrases like "as the sages said" or "as Confucius said," so that it wouldn't be incomprehensible to others.

"Because there are too many disaster victims, there are now more than 30,000 disaster victims in Ningping, and more than 10,000 disaster victims have gathered at the East Gate. It is very troublesome to take care of so many people. There are too many things to arrange. Even though Her Highness the Princess works day and night, she is still overwhelmed."

"Therefore, the disaster relief camps will be unable to take care of everyone."

Gradually, Song Yan's voice became serious: "I thought that once you had food, you would behave yourselves and wait quietly for the disaster relief, and not cause any trouble. But some things that have happened in the past few days have disappointed me."

"Bring it up."

With a sharp shout from Song Yan, a burly man was dragged from behind by Zhang Long and Zhao Hu. He was bound with ropes and forced to kneel on the high platform by pressing down on the man's shoulders.

The burly man looked extremely disheveled, with his hair in disarray, his clothes seemingly torn, and covered in mud from being dragged.

His eyes widened, filled with fear. But compared to the fear, the humiliation of being in front of so many people was even more unbearable for him.

Song Yan's gaze fell on the burly man: "What's wrong? Is it because you're eating too much porridge and a cornbread every day?"

"So, you still have the energy to go after women?"

"You're quite capable."

The burly man blushed with embarrassment.

From the dark mass of people below the platform came rustling sounds. Bah! Their stomachs were growling with hunger, yet they still had the mind to think about this. They've completely lost face as men.

"The Princess's mansion doesn't have much food, it's not for beasts like you to fill your stomachs and then harm women."

Song Yan's voice gradually turned cold.

In the crowd, a woman, dressed in rags and covered in filth, hugged her shoulders, trembling, with two streams of clear tears streaming from her eyes, the mud on her face melting away.

The burly man grinned and said, "I admit defeat. What are you going to do with me? Send me to the authorities? If you're going to send me to the authorities, then hurry up."

His demeanor was that of a seasoned veteran. It was nothing more than spending a few months in jail; compared to that, being watched by tens of thousands of people was far more humiliating. All he wanted now was to get this matter over with as soon as possible.

After all, even though he made a move on that young woman, he still didn't get the job done, did he?

Even if they are sentenced, it won't be too severe.

Compared to that, being forcibly stopped was more painful. Even in prison, someone with his physique might be able to find a few men with fair skin.

As the burly man thought this, Song Yan's smile grew even more sinister: "Since you confess, that makes things easier."

"Zhang Long."

"Here comes the knife!"

Swish.

A sharp steel knife was handed to Song Yan.

Seeing the gleaming blade, the burly man's pupils suddenly contracted, a chill running down his spine as he trembled. He swallowed hard, his throat moving forcefully: "You, what do you want to do?"

"I... I only attempted rape, it wasn't successful, you... you can't kill me."

"According to the laws of Ningguo, all I need to do is go to jail." "I want to see an official, I want to see the county magistrate."

The man screamed and struggled desperately, but the ropes were so tight that even the strong man couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.

You actually know a little about the law? Looks like you've been on trial quite a few times... But now you fucking know the law? Why didn't you remember it when you were bullying me?

Song Yan's gaze was cold. He did not answer the man's question, but walked up to the man, raised the steel knife high in his hand, and the scorching sunlight shone on the steel knife, making it gleam with a chilling light.

next moment.

The knife fell.

Swish.

This steel knife was a product of the blast furnace designed by Song Yan himself.

Its quality far surpasses that of ordinary ironware from Ningguo.

The cold light tore through the air, and the man's howl came to an abrupt halt.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, a fine head was severed from the neck, and blood spurted out three feet away, quickly staining a large area of ​​the platform crimson.

Below the high platform, everyone remained silent, as if shivering in the cold.

Many women trembled with excitement. They had endured countless prying eyes these past few days, eyes that were like those of wild beasts, which terrified them. Even when they covered their faces with filthy mud, those aggressive gazes never disappeared.

They wanted to escape, but this was the only place they could get food, so they could only endure their fear.

Now, finally someone is standing up for them.

Perhaps, to outsiders, the boy on the high platform, his robe stained with blood, seemed like a demon, but in their eyes, he was a god who protected them.

Most people don't react much to this situation, but some men tremble all over, turn pale, and desperately lower their heads, as if afraid of being noticed by others.

Clearly, these people have probably done similar things.

Gu Banxia handed Song Yan a towel, and Song Yan wiped the blood off the steel knife. Song Yan was quite satisfied with the quality of the steel knife; even after cutting off a person's head, the blade did not bend at all.

On the other side, Yang Siyao handed over a small notebook.

The notebook was filled with a dense list of names.

Song Yan casually flipped to the first page: "Wu Li..."

The sound spread across the high platform.

In the crowd, a man suddenly shuddered, his face filled with horror.

In an instant, many people around turned their attention to the man. Two soldiers responsible for maintaining order stepped forward, grabbed Wu Li by the shoulders, and dragged him from the crowd toward the platform.

"No, I didn't do anything wrong, please don't kill me..."

"You are treating human life like dirt, I'm going to sue you..."

With a frantic scream, the man's feet left two long tracks on the ground as he was thrown onto the platform. A soldier slammed the back of his knife into Wu Li's knees, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

"Wu Li, this morning, the harassment of women was stopped. Is anyone willing to step forward and point it out?" Song Yan's voice was icy cold.

The crowd fell silent. After a brief silence, a woman stood up.

Wu Li's eyes instantly turned bloodshot: "You bastard, if it weren't for me, you would have died on the road long ago. You actually betrayed me."

The woman's body trembled slightly, her eyes bloodshot: "Your Honor, I want to sue Wu Li. On our escape route, he killed my husband, forced me to sleep with him, and threatened to kill my daughter if I didn't. When we arrived in Ningping, he even stole our food..."

The woman no longer cared about reputation; all she wanted now was for Wu Li to die.

Swish!
Another slash came down.

The human head rolled on the ground, making a clattering sound.

His wide eyes still revealed a deep sense of resentment.

Song Yan was too lazy to wipe it off anymore. His blood-stained fingers picked up the notebook again: "Zhang Gao..."

At this moment, the little book seemed to have become the Book of Life and Death in the hands of the King of Hell; whoever it touched would die!
(End of this chapter)