Chapter 854

Wang Youfu looked very nervous.

On the contrary, the prisoner Liu Qinghuan, who was about to suffer the torture of death by a thousand cuts, was calmer, and instead signaled the executioner Wang Youfu to be calm.

"No need to be afraid, just cut. The more flustered you are, the more I suffer. The calmer you are, maybe I can really successfully last to five hundred cuts. Hahaha..."

Liu Qinghuan at this moment was simply divine!

A burst of laughter shocked the common people watching. One after another, they looked at the other party with their mouths agape.

Someone, regardless of the other party's cult bandit identity, excitedly shouted, "Hero!"

"Go slowly, hero! Eighteen years later you will be a hero again!"

"Hero, you must be able to hold on for five hundred cuts!"

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

People from the crowd!

The crowd quickly clamored.

The supervising official, seeing this situation, was instantly panicked and angry, "Quiet, quiet!" He sent out yamen runners to suppress, and finally suppressed this 'crooked wind and evil spirit'.

The supervising official wiped the sweat on his forehead, he was scared to death just now.

Afraid of mass incidents, afraid of cult bandits breaking into the prison, and even more afraid of bloody events.

Fortunately, fortunately, everything was still under control.

He was very dissatisfied with the executioner, why hadn't he started yet. Did he have to urge him personally?

Wang Youfu, after being reminded, suppressed the nervousness in his heart, spat into his palm, rubbed it, took out the special knife passed down by his master, and came to the torture rack.

At this moment, Liu Qinghuan's clothes were taken off, a fishing net covered his body, tight, with lumps of flesh protruding.

As long as the knife is accurate and fast, five hundred cuts should not be a problem.

"Hero Liu, I'm going to cut!" Wang Youfu said so: "I am acting on orders, grievances have heads, debts have owners. If you have grievances in your heart, go find the person who should be found, don't come to find me."

Liu Qinghuan laughed, "Don't worry, I won't find you after I die. Come on!"

He looked at death as returning home, as steady as Mount Tai.

On the contrary, the person holding the knife shook his hand. Gritted his teeth, and finally made the first cut.

An executioner who knew the business saw at a glance, "The first cut is not steady enough, cut too hard. If it continues like this, I'm afraid the prisoner won't last five hundred cuts and will die of excessive blood loss."

"Is this not having learned enough?"

"It's inevitable to be nervous the first time."

"Looking at it this way, Old Zhang's apprentice is not very good."

"Let's see, maybe there will be improvement later."

The executioners discussed in whispers, expressing their views, and also teaching apprentices and sons by the way.

Wang Youfu at this moment was fully devoted to this job of death by a thousand cuts, not daring to be distracted or relaxed at all. The knife in his hand was also becoming smoother.

From beginning to end, Liu Qinghuan didn't make a scream.

The common people watching below all held their breath, nervously watching this scene. At this moment, in the hearts of the common people, there were no cult bandits, only heroes!

Everyone was shouting the word "hero" loudly in their hearts.

Chen Guanlou sat in the Heavenly Prison office, and prison guards reported the news to him. Learning that Wang Youfu had stabilized, he also silently breathed a sigh of relief, and praised silently, "Old Zhang taught a good apprentice."

Medical Official Mu asked him, "Does my lord have confidence that Wang Youfu can independently complete five hundred cuts, and only end the prisoner's life on the last cut?"

"Whether there is confidence or not, death by a thousand cuts has already begun. My confidence is obviously not important. The key is whether Wang Youfu himself has confidence. Is the corpse-sewing craftsman found? Since people gave enough money, we must do the matter solidly."

"My lord, don't worry, the most experienced corpse-sewing craftsman, his craftsmanship is impeccable. The person is at the execution ground right now. Just waiting for the death by a thousand cuts to end, he will come out to collect the corpse, guaranteeing that not a single piece of meat will be missing when sewing."

Medical Official Mu gave his guarantee.

The corpse-sewing craftsman was found by Medical Official Mu personally, an old hand in this line, comparable to Old Zhang's status in the executioner line. The craftsmanship of sewing corpses is very unique, plus a hand of encoffining art, which can restore the person subjected to death by a thousand cuts to a normal appearance for burial, to comfort the family.

The two were chatting, when a prison guard ran in hurriedly.

"My lord, it's not good!"

"Your lord is very good! If you have anything to say, say it slowly, who is not good, what happened?"

"Over at the execution ground, over at the execution ground..."

"Could it be someone breaking into the prison?"

"No, not breaking into the prison. The prisoner is dead! Less than five hundred cuts, the prisoner is dead!" The prison guard finally breathed evenly and said the complete words.

Chen Guanlou stood up abruptly, subconsciously exchanging a look with Medical Official Mu.

He asked eagerly: "What's going on? Didn't they say everything was fine, Wang Youfu cut fast and accurately. How long has it been, how could the prisoner die."

Looking at the timing hourglass, the time was still very early.

The prison guard said panting: "At first everything went very smoothly, after more than three hundred cuts, the prisoner looked a bit not good. Poured half a bowl of ginseng soup to hang his life, thought he should be able to last to five hundred cuts. Who would have thought, just after three hundred and fifty cuts, the prisoner spat out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot."

"How did he die?" Chen Guanlou asked suddenly.

The prison guard was clearly stunned, seemingly not understanding the meaning.

Medical Official Mu hurriedly spoke, "My lord is asking you, did the prisoner die because he couldn't bear the death by a thousand cuts and died of excessive blood loss. Or was there some illness that caused sudden death. Or was there a problem with the ginseng soup? With so many executioners and coroners at the scene, did no one check? What did the supervising official say?"

The prison guard, upon hearing this, was even more dazed, sweating coldly from nervousness, "The little one, the little one was in a hurry to come back to report. Didn't pay attention to the follow-up situation."

"My lord, what about this matter?" Medical Official Mu looked at Chen Guanlou.

Chen Guanlou pondered for a while, and immediately ordered Chen Quan to be called.

After Chen Quan arrived, he ordered: "You take Qian Fugui to the execution ground, find a way to figure out the prisoner's specific cause of death. Must bring back all our people from the Heavenly Prison. Don't worry about the supervising official's attitude. If he detains people, you can directly turn against him, don't be afraid! This lawsuit can only be fought in the Ministry of Justice, not at the execution ground! Understand?"

Chen Quan nodded and said he understood.

"Don't worry about what the supervising official says, and don't worry about what other executioners and coroners say. Wait until I go to the Ministry of Justice. Regardless of whose responsibility it is, regardless of the reason for the prisoner's death, you just need to remember, this matter must be resolved under the inquiry of the Ministry of Justice. The supervising official has no right to inquire. The supervising official is only responsible for supervising, ensuring that all prisoners are dead. Now that the prisoner is dead, the task is completed ahead of schedule. Besides, the Ministry of Justice may not really care about this little thing. Go, take my name card, and bring everyone back completely."

Chen Guanlou arranged everything and sat waiting for news.

He definitely wouldn't show up, wouldn't go to the execution ground to pull strings with the supervising official. It wouldn't be clear! And it's a waste of time.

He had to figure out what attitude the above held towards this death by a thousand cuts. Was it a must-have five hundred cuts, not a single cut less, like venting anger? Or was it just a ritual, manifesting the majesty of the imperial court!

The former, couldn't avoid a lawsuit of spitting, maybe even lose some money.

The latter, just fool around and finish it!