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.
years. Over eighteen hundred days
as if walking on thin
and even lost the aloof, proud self
all of this, today, had
"Brother Su..."
flow freely. In
can... rest in peace
in the snow and ice of the Northern Frontier. He thought this revenge was his final tribute to his dear friend. But he had no idea that, at this very moment, not far from where
...
Yuan's head hit
fingers, which had been tapping on the window sill,
gushing blood, the celebrating commoners, and the silently weeping Xu Qing in the
eyes were as calm as
emotion. It was as if he were just a passerby who had happened to catch a glimpse of a fallen
his gaze, no longer looking at
walked
the table sat a cup of tea that had already gone
reached into his bosom and pulled out a few copper coins,
were meticulous, like carving a most basic protective
room and blended into the dispersing crowd
drop of water silently merging into the vast sea, not stirring
he stepped out of the teahouse
deep autumn, and whispered in a voice that
"Master."
Marquis... is
...
Great Xing capital finally sank into slumber amid the wailing sound of the autumn wind. The earth-shattering revelry and spurting blood of the vegetable market square from the daytime seemed to have been buried by this cold
residence, the
rustling sound, like time mercilessly flowing past his ears. Not many candles were lit in the
banquet specially 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 bothered to change out of the green official robe, stained with some autumn
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