Reversing Life

This time the sentence was so heavy that the people were divided. However, when the time came, the execution ground was still crowded with people.

Mu Yunxian was not an official, so he was naturally not qualified to sit on the stage. He booked a room in the restaurant next door, sat there, and watched from a distance. At a glance, he saw Yuan Zhiwei, who had grown into a young man, wearing the clothes of a military officer, walking among a group of people, dark and solemn, carefully instructing something. Looking over, there were already some uncomfortable looks around him, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Sir, your tea." Mu Yunxian was watching when the waiter knocked on the door and came in. Mu Yunxian stared outside, threw him some loose change as a reward, and asked: "Do you think this is a good experience today?"

"Hi." The waiter put the sweat towel on his shoulder and said casually: "If you ask me, it's still good. We who run businesses are most afraid of this kind of people. You said that ordinary people, at most he is drunk and makes trouble, a drunkard can't do anything, but those people in the rivers and lakes are different. After they fought, they damaged a lot of things. Even if they give some compensation, it will take time for us to order a new table? Who will compensate for the money that we earn less in this time?"

Mu Yunxian asked: "Do you envy them?"

"What do you envy?" The waiter smiled and said: "Isn't my life with a wife and children warm and cozy bed good?"

"Yes." Mu Yunxian also smiled, threw him some silver, sent him out, and saw that the crowd outside had gradually gathered.

At 2:00 pm, the execution time was approaching. Although there were many people here, there was no noise at all. In the innermost layer were two families. One family was the victim of this incident, the old mother of a middle-aged man who was harmed by the gangsters. She stood holding the rank and cried bitterly. On the other side were the family members of the executed, waiting to collect the body.

One of the young men shouted: "Brother, you go now."

The man kneeling on the stage replied: "Second brother, you will take care of our parents in the future!"

In the crowd, people could hear people talking: "What a hero."

Yuan Zhiwei stood in the middle of the crowd and sneered: "What a hero."

Half a minute later, on the stage, Lord Liu was ready. The midday sun reflected on the executioner's blade, so bright that it burned people's eyes. As long as Lord Liu gave an order, the blade fell, and it was over at this time, but everyone knew that it would not be that simple.

Yuan Zhiwei took a deep breath.

"Behead!" Lord Liu threw out the token.

The executioner raised his knife, but before the blade fell, there was a very slight sound around, and an inconspicuous dark light flew towards the executioner's throat. Yuan Zhiwei noticed it at the first time, jumped forward, raised his sword, and chopped off the dark light. The executioner couldn't cut it down with his knife, and retreated three steps, sweating coldly.

"Do it!" On the stage, Yuan Zhiwei shouted to the people below, and a group of guards scattered around. In an instant, they caught several people who had moved unusually. Many people shouted that they were wronged when they were caught, and some sneered and didn't take it seriously.

Another dark light flashed and attacked the executioner. Yuan Zhiwei stopped it for him again, and then said to the executioner: "Do it."

The executioner didn't move. He was scared out of his wits. People in their line of work are most afraid of this. Before killing someone, you have to hold your breath in your heart. If the breath has already dissipated, how dare you kill someone?

The sentence was so heavy this time, and the people had different opinions. But when the time came, the execution ground was still crowded with people.

Mu Yunxian was not an official, so he was naturally not qualified to sit on the stage. He booked a room in the restaurant next door, sat there, and watched from a distance. At a glance, Yuan Zhiwei, who had grown into a young man, was wearing the clothes of a military officer, walking among a group of people, dark and solemn, and carefully instructing something. Looking over, there were already some uncomfortable looks around him, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Sir, your tea." Mu Yunxian was watching when the waiter knocked on the door and came in. Mu Yunxian stared outside, threw him some loose change as a reward, and asked: "Do you think this is a good experience today?"

"Hi." The waiter put the sweat towel on his shoulder and said casually: "If you ask me, it's still good. We who run businesses are most afraid of this kind of people. You said that ordinary people, at most he is drunk and makes trouble, a drunkard can't do anything, but those people in the rivers and lakes are different. After they fought, they damaged a lot of things. Even if they give some compensation, it will take time for us to order a new table? Who will compensate for the money that we earn less in this time?"

Mu Yunxian asked: "Do you envy them?"

"What do you envy?" The waiter smiled and said: "Isn't my life with a wife and children warm and cozy bed good?"

"Yes." Mu Yunxian also smiled, threw him some silver, sent him out, and saw that the crowd outside had gradually gathered.

At 2:00 pm, the execution time was approaching. Although there were many people here, there was no noise at all. In the innermost layer were two families. One was the victim of this incident, the old mother of a middle-aged man who was harmed by the gangsters. She stood holding the rank and cried bitterly. On the other side were the family members of the executed, waiting to collect the body.

One of the young men shouted: "Big brother, you go now."

The man kneeling on the stage replied: "Second brother, you will take care of our parents in the future!"

In the crowd, people were talking: "What a hero."

Yuan Zhiwei stood in the middle of the crowd and sneered: "What a hero."

Another half moment later, Master Liu was ready on the stage. The midday sun reflected on the executioner's blade, burning the eyes brightly. Just waiting for Master Liu to give the order, the blade fell, and it was over at this moment, but everyone knew that it would not be that simple.

Yuan Zhiwei took a deep breath.

"Behead!" Mr. Liu threw out the token.

The executioner raised the knife, but before the blade fell, he suddenly heard a very thin sound from around him, and an unobtrusive dark light flew toward the executioner's throat. Yuan Zhiwei noticed it immediately, jumped forward, raised his sword, and chopped down the dark light. The executioner's knife couldn't cut anymore, so he took three steps back and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Do it!" On the stage, Yuan Zhiwei shouted to the people below. A group of guards spread out in all directions. In an instant, they caught several people who made strange movements. Many of them shouted that they were wronged when they were arrested. There are also those who sneer and don't take it seriously.

Another burst of dark light flashed, attacking the executioner. Yuan Zhiwei stopped him again, and then said to the executioner: "Do it."

The executioner did not move. He was scared out of his wits. In their line of work, this was the most taboo thing. Before killing someone, you need to take a breath of air in your heart. This breath has already disappeared. How can you dare to kill someone?

On the stage, the man who was about to be executed shouted loudly: "Coward, do it!"

"Shut up." Yuan Zhiwei looked at him coldly. The other party didn't take it seriously and laughed again.

One light and one dark, the two parties are confronting each other, and the situation gradually becomes clear. Mr. Liu said: "You kill, you are about to kill, the time is delayed, who can afford it?"

Yuan Zhiwei looked at the executioner again, but he still looked embarrassed. Under Master Liu's repeated pressure, he gritted his teeth and decided to take action forcefully.

At this time, a flute sound was suddenly heard. People around are looking for fame, but everyone is looking in a different direction. It stands to reason that this place is noisy, and no music can travel so far.

The sound of the flute seemed to contain inexplicable power. When the sound of the flute fell, no one was doing anything. Immediately, the music fell behind, and they heard a smiling voice: "Are you still waiting for someone to kill you? If I were you, I would just pick up the knife and wipe my neck myself, otherwise you would have agreed Was that what I called a coward?"

Under the stage, the victim's family members said with cold eyes: "Where did Xiao Xiao come from? Don't talk nonsense!"

The voice continued: "Don't you know if I'm talking nonsense? Look at your behavior. You killed someone by mistake and you still think you are a hero? You live in the world and you should abide by the laws of the world and refuse to accept them. , isn’t that a coward?”

The young man added: "My eldest brother is not guilty of this. Someone is clearly trying to establish his power!"

"Really?" The voice was still smiling: "Why don't you ask the old woman opposite you if she thinks your brother is not guilty enough?"

The young man frowned, as if he wanted to say something about who the old woman was, but was stopped by the family next to him. Only then did he know it and shut up, his face full of depression.

Seeing that everyone present seemed to be attracted, there was no hint of pride in the voice, it was neither hurry nor slow, it was just a smile: "According to the old woman's wishes, your eldest brother should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, your eldest brother The only reason I can feel happy now is because my sin is not this serious.”

The voice echoed in the ears of everyone at the scene, saying: "If you ask me, you all deserve to die - no matter what, just because you have no respect for life! Making trouble in the street is a crime, and killing someone accidentally is a crime. It’s a sin to just not change it after accidentally killing someone. You don’t even admit your mistake, and you still want to challenge the authority of the law. This is the biggest sin!”

"Is it possible that you feel that everything in this world should be based on your own will? The deceased also has parents and children. He died in vain. Doesn't he deserve justice because you are superior to him? You think that others are not the same. The law Not even that, that’s why your eldest brother is here.”

After the voice finished speaking, there was silence all around. The young man's face turned red and he didn't know how to defend himself. The voice said again: "The hour is almost over. Where is the executioner? Are you willing to give that poor old mother justice?"

Yuan Zhiwei jumped off the stage. The tall and powerful executioner was frightened just now. After hearing these words, he seemed to have mustered up the courage, raised his knife, and then lowered it——

There was a cry all around.

Yuan Zhiwei returned to the palace from the execution ground. The boy inside saw him and smiled: "Young Master Yuan is back? The girl is still waiting for you."

Yuan Zhiwei asked: "Where is he?"

Waiter: "Who?" Just after he asked, he thought about it and said quickly: "You said Mr. Mu, he is sitting with the girl."

He thanked him, and without waiting for the boy's response, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.