Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 437: The End of a Tyrant

The Execution Overseer let out a sharp yell and tossed down the final red placard, a symbol of death.

*Thud!*

The red placard hit the ground.

The burly executioner standing beside Chen Yuan took a big swig of strong liquor, raised his blade, and brought it down with a blinding flash of cold light. With the force of a thunderbolt, it hacked viciously toward the back of Chen Yuan's neck!

*Crack!*

A dull thud of flesh and bone parting.

A gush of scorching blood shot up like a fountain, refracting an eerie red glow in the sunlight. It splattered onto the mottled wood grain of the guillotine, onto the bare torso of the executioner.

A head of graying hair tumbled to the ground with a dull roll. The sunken eyes were still wide open, staring stubbornly at the sky, filled with endless unwillingness and confusion.

"GOOD!!!——"

The vegetable market square instantly erupted with thunderous, ear-splitting, heaven-shaking cheers of wild celebration! The common people embraced and wept, countless kneeling and kowtowing in that moment to honor the wronged souls who had perished in the Northern Frontier.At the very front of the crowd.

Xu Qing stood still, watching the rolling head, watching the headless corpse still spewing blood.

The revelry around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The world around him felt deathly quiet in that moment.

An autumn breeze swept through, curling a few yellow leaves on the ground, and brushing across his slightly thin green robe.

Unnoticed, two clear tears slid silently down Xu Qing's face, a face always as calm and unreadable as an ancient well.

Men do not lightly shed tears, but only because they have not yet reached the point of heartbreak.

five years. Over eighteen hundred days

calculating as if walking on thin ice, dancing on the edge of a cliff every single day, unable to

friends, and even lost the aloof, proud self

today, had finally come to

"Brother Su..."

his eyes, letting the tears flow freely. In the depths of his heart, he silently called out that

can... rest in

revenge was his final tribute to his dear friend. But he had no idea that, at this very moment, not far from where he stood, a pair of eyes were

...

Yuan's head hit

which had been tapping on the window sill, also

gushing blood, the celebrating commoners, and the silently weeping Xu

eyes were as calm as

It was as if he were just a passerby who had happened to catch a glimpse of a fallen

withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at the

and walked

the table sat a cup of tea that had

into his bosom and pulled out a few copper coins, placing them neatly and evenly on

a most basic protective

he pushed open the door of the private room and blended into the dispersing crowd of idlers outside

of water silently

moment he stepped out of the teahouse and

on the brim of his bamboo hat, facing the slightly biting breeze of deep autumn, and whispered in a

"Master."

Yongchang Marquis... is

...

the wailing sound of the autumn wind. The earth-shattering revelry and spurting blood of the vegetable market square from

residence,

a faint, rustling sound, like time mercilessly flowing past his ears. Not many candles were lit in the study; only a solitary lamp on the desk gave

arranged by his colleagues to mark his overthrow of the Yongchang Marquis. After returning from the execution ground, he had locked himself alone in this study, which had witnessed his five long years of day and night. He hadn't even