Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 142 Heads Rolling (3)

At this moment, Song Yan seemed like the legendary King Yama.

Holding the Book of Life and Death, he judges all living beings.

He didn't care what kind of riots such behavior would cause, nor did he care what kind of attacks he would receive after the matter was over.

On the high platform, two corpses lay sprawled on the ground. Just a short while ago, they were living, breathing human beings.

Below the platform, all was silent.

Some people frowned slightly, as if they felt that Song Yan's methods were too cruel.

Some people looked terrified, fearing they would be the next to be called out.

Some people looked normal, probably because they hadn't done anything wrong and didn't need to worry about going to the guillotine.

Some women were so excited that their bodies were trembling.

"Zhang Gao."

The moment the sound rang out again, a man's face turned deathly pale, his body trembling violently. He watched as blood dripped slowly from the blade of the man wielding the steel knife on the platform. The horrifying scene seemed to instantly shatter all the man's courage. Like a madman, he suddenly screamed and scrambled backward, trying to escape as far away as possible.

Zhang Gao's actions inspired many others to follow suit. In the dense crowd, figures darted out and ran haphazardly towards the back. At a glance, there were probably dozens of people.

These people are probably scum who have done things to abuse women.

The two bloody heads they had seen earlier already indicated their fate; staying here to await their end meant only death.

run.

run.

run!
But where can we run to?

Although the number of soldiers guarding order was not large, there were still nearly a thousand of them. How could these weak and exhausted people, who were not getting enough to eat every day, outrun these well-fed soldiers?
Dozens of soldiers rushed over quickly.

Within a mere few dozen steps, the fleeing men were swiftly apprehended, dragged along like dead dogs, accompanied by piercing screams and pleas, and all were carried to the high platform. The procedure was the same as before: questioning, identification, and once the evidence was conclusive, execution was certain.

Blood had spread across the platform, and corpses lay piled haphazardly. Bloodied heads lolled to the side, their wide, lifeless eyes radiating terror. Song Yan stood tall amidst the blood, his face cold and stern. Only now did the many survivors truly understand what kind of person this boy, who looked no more than a teenager, really was.

Human life is as worthless as grass.

Song Yan didn't care about other people's attitudes towards her, and just kept flipping through the Book of Life and Death: "Yu Ze..."

Soon the next name appeared.

The young man whose name was called looked on in disbelief. He jumped to his feet and screamed uncontrollably, "Why did you call my name?"

"I didn't rape any women, I... I didn't do anything wrong."

Song Yan sighed, somewhat speechless: "You stole a child's porridge and steamed bun."

Yu Ze's face contorted, as if he had heard something unbelievable: "You're going to kill me just because of a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun?"

"You're treating human life like dirt, I won't accept this."

Yu Ze was filled with excitement. He couldn't understand how a bowl of porridge and a cornbread could have landed him on the death list.

Song Yan's expression was cold: "At a time like this, a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun might be enough to save a life. You're not robbing people, you're killing people."

Upon hearing this, a child curled up in the old man's arms burst into tears.

With no room for explanation, they were dragged up, and another life was lost.

Theft of other people's food is far more common than bullying women.

On the high platform, the corpses were piled up so high they could hardly be contained, yet Song Yan's killing spree was far from over.

"Wang Erlaizi".

The middle-aged man whose name was called looked extremely suspicious. He hadn't expected his name to appear in the King of Hell's Book of Life and Death. He hadn't bullied any women or robbed anyone; he had only said a few words. Was he really going to end up on the guillotine for this?

"You spread rumors among the crowd, falsely accusing the Princess of embezzling disaster relief funds from the imperial court. Is this true?"

Wang Erlaizi's heart skipped a beat; it really was about this matter.

"The eldest princess had the world in her heart. When disaster struck, she gave away all her wealth to provide disaster relief and save the people."

"I never imagined that I would be slandered by a despicable person like you."

"Even if the Princess's residence had surplus grain, it wouldn't support an ungrateful wretch."

Song Yan then read out dozens more names, all of them refugees who had agreed with Wang Erlaizi's boasts. Everyone whose name was called paled. Looking at the mountain of corpses piled on the platform, dozens of men were filled with terror. At this point, they had to fight to the death; otherwise, this ruthless youth would surely chop off their heads. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with despair and madness. Finally, a man stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Is it possible that just because we said a few words and questioned him, you're going to chop off our heads?"

"The Princess's residence is truly domineering."

"If the Princess's residence hasn't done anything wrong, why should it worry about what others say?"

Another man quickly chimed in, "Could it be that we guessed right, so you're panicking and trying to kill us to cover it up?"

"That's right, you've gotten too anxious." "You're even embezzling the imperial relief grain; this is tantamount to murdering us."

“We are just commoners, our status is not as noble as that of the princess, but even if we die, we will tell the truth.”

A group of people gathered together, talking all at once. They were indignant and full of righteous indignation. As they talked, they seemed to believe it themselves, and an unnatural red appeared on their faces.

Song Yan just watched with a smile, as if he were watching a group of clowns.

Seeing that Song Yan remained silent, these people seemed to think that Song Yan had been stumped. As if they had transformed into heroes upholding justice, their eyes became increasingly crazed. Many of them even turned their gazes to the other disaster victims beside them and shouted in a seductive voice, "What are you all standing there for?"

"Stand up! Only by uniting as one can we reclaim our food. Once we get the government's disaster relief grain, no one will have to go hungry."

"Are you really content with just a bowl of thin porridge and a cornbread every day?"

"Do you really want to see our grain ruthlessly embezzled by the people of the princess's residence?"

"Do you really want that woman to embezzle our grain, cause our deaths, and still be praised for having a heart for the world?"

Especially Wang Erlaizi, this guy really has the ability to bewitch people. His voice was loud, and there seemed to be a commotion in the crowd, but it quickly subsided. Pairs of eyes looked at these dozens of people as if they were a bunch of idiots. Even if a few people were tempted, they quickly quieted down.

Seeing that his usual eloquence had completely failed him, Wang Erlaizi broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't understand why his previous persuasive skills had been so effective, but now they weren't working. After the crowd fell silent, Song Yan slowly spoke, "Finished?"

"Now that you've finished, it's my turn."

"I'm a little curious, how did you know the disaster relief grain had been transported to Ningping?" Song Yan tilted her head and asked softly.

There wasn't a trace of anger in his voice.

"I...I saw it with my own eyes," Wang Erlaizi said, forcing himself to speak.

"When?"

Wang Erlaizi opened his mouth, unsure how to answer for a moment: "Last...no, the night before last?"

Song Yan sighed: "Since the great flood in Songzhou, disaster victims have gathered at the east and west gates of Ningping. Even at night, hundreds or thousands of disaster victims rest against the city walls..."

"You're not saying that these hundreds or thousands of disaster victims are blind and can't see the grain trucks entering the city, are you?"

Do you know how far Ningping is from Dongling?

"The matter of the disaster in Songzhou is not even likely to be put on the emperor's desk now."

"Do you know how much food is needed to provide relief to tens of thousands of disaster victims?"

Do you know how long it takes to allocate so much grain?

"Relief supplies arrived on the second day after the disaster? Do you think everyone is an idiot?"

A barrage of questions left Wang Erlaizi pale and trembling. In the end, he was just a scoundrel from the lowest rung of society, making a living by acting like a rogue. How could he possibly understand these things?
"Wang Erlaizi deliberately humiliated Her Highness the Princess and incited other disaster victims to storm the Ningping County government office, which is tantamount to treason!"

"According to the laws of Ningguo, he should be beheaded."

hum.

Wang Erlaizi's eyes widened. He had only made a casual remark; how did it escalate into treason?

He's just a scoundrel, how could he possibly be plotting a rebellion?

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to his ideas.

Even those who had been misled by Wang Erlaizi changed their expressions, regretting that they shouldn't have listened to Wang Erlaizi's nonsense.

But it was too late. The soldiers around him quickly surrounded him, raising their gleaming steel knives. With a swift, sharp sound, a steel knife mercilessly cleaved Wang Erlaizi's head in two, from the top of his head to his mouth.

That talkative mouth opened and closed, but ultimately no sound came out.

At this moment, Song Yan acted extremely coldly.

He knew that this kind of thing had to be stopped. If Wang Erlaizi was allowed to spread rumors indiscriminately, the situation that had been brought under control could collapse at any time. Once chaos ensued, it would lead to a riot by tens of thousands of disaster victims.

When he began to incite others around him, he was already on the path to his death.

As for the others who were misled... perhaps some were innocent, but since they were misled, there are only two possibilities: first, they had similar thoughts, so their deaths were not unjust; second, they were stupid... such stupid people are a waste of food to live.

Therefore, Song Yan felt at ease.

Finally, when all of these dozens of people were dead, Song Yan put down the notebook in his hand.

At that moment, countless people who had been on tenterhooks breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Song Yan smiled and said, "Next..."

We urge everyone to report any violations!

When the voice faded, everyone finally understood that the gates of hell had not been closed.

(End of this chapter)