Chapter 853

Three days later, Old Zhang was buried.

Chen Guanlou summoned Old Zhang's apprentice, the current interrogation room manager Wang Youfu, in the office.

A man in his early thirties, looking exceptionally capable. It's just that a pair of eyes looked slightly turbid, shrewd enough, but not steady enough.

Chen Guanlou didn't speak, just kept a straight face and sized up the other party.

At first, Wang Youfu was full of confidence, and his spirit was quite sufficient. Being sized up and sized up, yet not speaking, his heart began to feel empty, and he couldn't help but recall if he had committed any offense? Or was the above dissatisfied with him taking the position of interrogation room manager, or did Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen have a prejudice against him.

He was like sitting on pins and needles, very uncomfortable. Yet he didn't dare to ask. Just hated that he wasn't standing! Standing wouldn't be so uncomfortable, just treat it as standing punishment, his heart would feel better.

"How much of your master's skills have you learned?"

After a long silence, Chen Guanlou was finally willing to speak.

Wang Youfu felt relieved, secretly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "Reporting to you, my lord, the little one has learned seven or eight percent of master's skills."

"Your master didn't reserve anything for you?"

"Master treated me like his own child, never reserved anything." Wang Youfu said so.

Chen Guanlou nodded slightly, "Old Zhang passed away, I saw that you were truly sad, and have been busy back and forth, you have a heart."

"It's all what I should do."

"Can you perform death by a thousand cuts?" Chen Guanlou suddenly changed the topic, a bit unexpectedly.

Wang Youfu was clearly stunned for a moment, hesitated and said: "Don't dare to deceive you, my lord, this job of death by a thousand cuts, the little one doesn't do it very well, a bit rough. Master taught the skills, but there were few opportunities to practice."

Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows slightly, "Compared to the executioners in the Imperial Prison next door, how is it?"

"Can't compare to the old hands in the Imperial Prison next door. But definitely stronger than that bunch of apprentices and grandchildren." Wang Youfu said decisively.

"In a few days, that group of cult bandits will be sent to the execution ground. The leader among them must be executed by death by a thousand cuts, five hundred cuts. Originally this job was your master's. Now that your master is gone, logically this job falls to you. Can you do it? If you can't do it, say it early, I will borrow someone from the Ministry of Justice."

Wang Youfu hesitated a bit, didn't dare to agree immediately, and asked timidly: "Dare to ask my lord, five hundred cuts in one day or two days?"

"Best to complete within one day. The time of the lords is precious, we as subordinates should share the worries for the superiors. Supervising the execution for two consecutive days, the lords will be unhappy, and if it's serious, their bodies will also feel uncomfortable. Don't you think so."

Wang Youfu, hearing five hundred cuts in one day, instantly felt the pressure.

Chen Guanlou looked at his appearance, and reminded again: "Don't force yourself. If you can, you can, if you can't, you can't. At worst, borrow someone from the Ministry of Justice, it's not shameful. If you force yourself and ruin the big event, the reputation your master accumulated for a lifetime will be destroyed by you."

Explaining the pros and cons clearly, he thought the other party would choose to retreat in the face of difficulties. Unexpectedly, Wang Youfu said: "My lord, I can do this job."

Now it was Chen Guanlou's turn to hesitate, "Are you sure?"

"The little one is sure! Definitely won't fail the high expectations of my lord, and even more so won't tarnish master's reputation. I will definitely do this job well, and definitely won't lose face for the Heavenly Prison."

Wang Youfu guaranteed with certainty, almost patting his chest to set up a military order.

Chen Guanlou frowned slightly, "Don't force yourself."

"The little one understands, absolutely won't force myself."

"Since that's the case, this job of death by a thousand cuts is handed to you, cut well, don't lose face."

"Thank you, my lord!" Wang Youfu looked very excited, his face flushed. There was an illusion that glory was about to be added to him!

Chen Guanlou secretly clicked his tongue, sure enough, not steady enough.

He coughed lightly, reminding the other party to take back his attention, and talked about official business, "I heard people say that the brats in the interrogation room have been making trouble recently. Do you need me to come forward?"

Wang Youfu instantly became nervous again.

In his heart, he kept guessing, was Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen dissatisfied with him managing the interrogation room, or was he sincerely wanting to stand up for him and be his backer? He couldn't be sure!

Could only answer cautiously: "The little one is incompetent, making my lord worry. After the little one goes down, I will definitely strictly discipline that bunch of brats. If the brats make trouble again, then I will ask my lord to come forward."

Chen Guanlou heard this, instantly showed a smile that wasn't a smile. He saw through the other party's little thoughts at a glance, and felt bored. Old Zhang left too suddenly, without even leaving a last word.

Forget it, forget it, for Old Zhang's sake, continue to employ Wang Youfu.

If the other party can shoulder the burden after training, that would be best.

If the other party never makes progress, it won't be too late to change people then.

The matter was decided like this.

When the day of execution arrived, Xu Fugui was responsible for escorting the prisoners to the execution ground. Mu Qingshan took the initiative to ask for it, saying he also wanted to go, saying it was for training.

The reason was that he had figured it out recently. Since he was in this line of work in the Heavenly Prison, he would no longer resist and would do his job well.

Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows, "You are sure you want to go. The execution ground is not a place for fun, if you faint and lose face, don't come crying to me to be a door god again. Also, listen less to Li Shuan's fooling, you can't play him."

"We are normal associates, there is no such thing as who plays whom."

Chen Guanlou snorted coldly, laughing coldly: See if I believe you!

It's been a long time since there was a public death by a thousand cuts!

The common people, upon hearing that cult bandits were to be subjected to death by a thousand cuts, flocked to the execution ground. Outside the execution ground, it was a sea of people, and without some ability, you couldn't squeeze in. The surrounding restaurants and teahouses were also full, having long been booked by rich people to watch the novelty.

In fact, the major government offices of the imperial court are not short of death by a thousand cuts.

It's just that most death by a thousand cuts are carried out in prison and are not public. For example, the Imperial Prison next door, from time to time, would do a job of death by a thousand cuts.

The executioners in the Imperial Prison do rough and bloody work, purely a bunch of perverts. This set off Old Zhang's craftsmanship as fine and top-notch.

Everyone heard that the executioner responsible for death by a thousand cuts today was Old Zhang's apprentice, and it is said that all the executioners in the city came, and even executioners from surrounding prefectures rushed over. They all wanted to witness with their own eyes, Wang Youfu, as an apprentice, how much skill he had learned, and whether he could shoulder this big job of death by a thousand cuts.

For executioners, being able to do this job of death by a thousand cuts is equivalent to learning real skills and can formally graduate. Master teaches well, apprentice learns precisely, this is a beautiful story in the industry.

For ordinary people, it's purely watching the fun. They just want to see with their own eyes how many cuts the prisoner can endure without dying. How many cuts the executioner can make without letting the prisoner lose too much blood and die.

A sea of people!

Just short of gongs and drums, colorful flags fluttering!

The one responsible for supervising the execution today was a Ministry of Justice official, feeling quite pressured. Clearly it was winter, yet sweat was on his forehead, staring at the timing hourglass.

When the time arrived, he roared, "Execute!"

A row of cult bandits, kneeling and bowing their heads, the executioner raised the dog-head sword, boom, one sword down, heads rolled to the ground, blood sprayed, the sword was crisp and neat, the prisoner died without pain!

This job is beautiful!

The crowd watching actually had people shouting well, and even clapping to help the fun!

The scene was noisy for a while.

Next was the big show today: death by a thousand cuts!

It was also Wang Youfu's first public personal skill show!