After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

The crowds on both sides of the street chased the parade vehicle, and it was very lively. Many people were holding baskets filled with rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, and they chased the prisoner van and threw the vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at the prisoners.

When we chased after them, some kind-hearted people stuffed baskets into our hands and said, "They are all death row prisoners, just throw them there to vent your anger."

None of us had ever seen such a scene, and we excitedly followed behind with the baskets stuffed into our hands.

Jinping and Yiping were of small stature, and they wedged in and out of the crowd before they soon disappeared.

Although I am a little thinner, I am much bigger than the others. It is almost impossible for me to get through the group directly.

So I had no choice but to follow the team pitifully, moving forward step by step.

I kept moving forward next to the last prison van, which held two male prisoners. Their hands, feet and necks were all chained, and they were kneeling on the prison van. There were two holes in the roof of the prison van, and their necks were stuck in the two holes. When people threw rotten eggs at them, they hit them directly in the face. They couldn't shrink their heads back, so they could only endure it. It looked quite miserable.

I followed them with a basket of rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, but I didn't keep throwing them at the prisoners like the others did. An old lady even pushed me and said, "Throw them to death! Those traitors who dared to rebel deserve death."

The two prisoners were dishevelled and had their eyes closed. Rancid egg liquid kept dripping down from their heads, making it impossible to see their faces. Their prison uniforms were stained with blood, and it seemed that they had been severely beaten before the parade. Even if they were not beheaded, they would not live long.

I followed the prison van for a while, and when I felt dizzy and my legs were shaking, the team suddenly slowed down.

Suddenly, there was the sound of gongs and drums in front, and everyone's heart was shocked. The people who were accompanying them all rushed forward with a crash, and the prison vans also moved forward one after another in an orderly manner.

Everyone had run away, and I was the only one left, gasping for breath as I moved forward.

I still overestimated my fat. It seems that before I successfully lose weight, I still can't join in the fun. It's really too tiring.

I walked slowly to where the crowd was. Before I could catch my breath, the crowd started waving their arms and shouting, “Cut him (her) off, cut him (her) off!”

The deafening shouting, coupled with the dense and rhythmic drum beats, made people's blood boil, and they almost wanted to rush up and kick the prisoners.

Because there were so many people gathered, I couldn't squeeze in at all, and I kept turning my head anxiously to find a place to watch.

After searching for a long time, I found that the door of a house was open, and the floating platform was facing the big square!

There are already a few people standing on the platform. Even though I am so fat, one more person won’t be too much.

I was so happy that I could see the panoramic view from a high vantage point without having to squeeze. There were only a few people standing in such a great place. If I didn’t hurry up and grab a seat, I’d be a fool!

Thinking of this, I quickly twisted my fat body and rushed towards the gate.

As soon as I rushed through the gate, a few people appeared out of nowhere. I thought they were here to grab my spot, so I pushed them away and said, "Watch yourselves, don't block me."

When I pushed those people, they all fell backwards with a crash, causing the tables and chairs to roll everywhere.

Seeing them all fall down, I couldn't help but look at my hands. Could it be that my strength has increased? Otherwise, I felt that they all fell down without even trying hard.

Feeling that I had gotten into trouble again, I quickly walked over to pull these people together, saying, "You guys should hurry up and go upstairs, it's so busy outside that I can't stand it at all. I'm anxious for you even if you're not."

After saying that, I hurried to the second floor.

These people looked at each other, wondering where this madman came from and pushed them away with just a light push. They wanted to fight, but it seemed they had no chance of winning. They didn't know what to do. I had already rushed to the second floor.

The view from the second floor is great. You can see the entire large square, and there are only three people standing there. Even if you include me, there are only four of us. It’s not crowded at all. I can’t help but feel secretly happy that I found such a good place.

The square in the distance was full of people, and in front of the crowd there were more than a dozen prison vans. Some of the vans held one prisoner, some held two, and in total there were no less than 20 or 30 people.

After the drums stopped beating, the prisoners were pulled off the prison cart by the officers.

The prisoners who were pulled off the prison van were forced to kneel down. Some refused to kneel, and the executioner standing behind them kicked the prisoner's thigh without mercy. Because the prisoner was wearing a heavy iron chain, he fell forward involuntarily, fell to the ground with a bang, and couldn't get up for a long time.

I was watching intently when someone beside me suddenly slammed the guardrail and said through gritted teeth, "This is too much."

I couldn't help but look at them. I then noticed that the three people standing next to me looked a little strange, both in appearance and in clothing.

Their skin is gray-brown, looking very healthy but a little rough, and they are tall and strong. Their hands are more than twice as big as those of ordinary people, and it is obvious that they are the hands of people who have been doing hard labor for many years.

Their clothes were no different from those of the people of Dayu, but they wore sturdy horsehide boots on their feet. These boots were not suitable for walking on flat surfaces because they would make the feet stuffy, but they were very suitable for walking in the desert, as they kept them warm, protected them from the sun, and did not easily get sand in them.

These three people are about the same age, the oldest is around 30 years old and the youngest is only in his early twenties, and they look very similar. I guess they are either brothers or cousins.

While I was looking at them, they were also looking at me carefully, and the more they looked at me, the weirder their eyes became.

At this time, five or six people rushed up from downstairs. I looked and found that some of them were the ones I had just pushed down.

I thought they were here to cause trouble for us, so I quickly said, "This platform is quite spacious, and the view is good. Come on, come on, let me make way for you. Stand over here and don't block them. After all, they came here first, and we can't steal the show."

The three men looked at each other strangely, then glared at the man who led the way up, and then looked at me as if I were an idiot. The oldest man waved his hand lightly, and the group of people understood and surrounded me.

From their clothes, I can tell that they are not from Dayu Country, but most likely from Xihe Country. Because only people who have lived in the desert for many years can have a bright, gray-brown skin. And their eyes are as sharp as nighthawks, and when they stare at you, you can't help but feel a chill down your spine, which makes you feel chilled.