The next day, noon.
It was gloomy and gray.
West Street.
Fifty people, their hands tied behind their backs, were divided into five columns and knelt neatly in the middle of the market.
The hard and cold floor touched their knees, and many people knelt in the cold wind, trembling and trembling.
These 50 odd people are the rumor mongers caught yesterday.
The people who shouted grievances yesterday are all black and blue and dying today.
The blood marks whipped by whips are clearly printed on the face, and the swollen cheeks are red and dry in the lower jaw.
Under the rotten clothes, the open skin and flesh were exposed, and the crimson blood clotted on the terrible wound.
Obviously, these people were tortured.
Many vendors and people stood far away in a circle.
Watching the frightening scene and whispering.
Many people are puzzled by Hou Junji''s actions.
"What''s the situation? I was just in the prison car. Why did I suddenly get pulled down?"
"Look at this scene... Is it necessary to ask and kill on the spot?"
"It''s really hateful for these people to hoard strange things, but... But they won''t kill them?"
"Yes! The granary is confiscated and the coins are confiscated. The punishment is heavy enough. If you ask for further punishment, it is true. The punishment is too heavy."
A voice of doubt sounded in the west market.
Hearing the whispers in his ears, Hou Junji, sitting opposite the fifty people, glanced at the people around him, and his cold eyes fell on the fifty people again.
The thick and strong voice shouted slowly from the old general.
"Your eyes have no laws and decrees of the Tang Dynasty. You deceive the public and disturb the hearts of the people. Your sin is unforgivable."
"Driving up prices and bullying the market are even more serious crimes!"
Speaking of this, Hou Junji had a strong sense of killing in his eyes.
"And wait for the scum of the Tang Dynasty, you deserve to die!"
As soon as the word "death" came out, the figure of the fifty people kneeling in front of them suddenly shook, and many people suddenly raised their heads.
Hou Junji looked cold, slowly raised his right hand and shouted.
"Today, at the end of the day, I will be ordered by King Wei to eliminate harm for the people and for the Tang Dynasty!"
With that, Hou Junji suddenly stood up, and his scarlet cloak flew in the wind behind him.
The big hand waved down suddenly and shouted loudly.
"Beheading on the spot!"
There was a strong sense of killing in the roar, which shook the whole audience!
Fifty people on their knees were stunned on the spot.
The onlookers could not help but step back and looked at Hou Junji on the steps in amazement.
Even the accompanying more than 30 royal guards were slightly stunned.
Although I heard about it yesterday, it still surprised everyone when I really wanted to be beheaded.
After a brief stupor, under the instinctive desire to survive, 50 people suddenly woke up.
Some people looked pale and shouted that they were wronged.
Someone moved his trembling legs, fell on the ground and shouted for mercy.
Another person was pale and silent, and a pool of urine stains slowly appeared on the ground.
The onlookers were shocked and stared at the soldiers on the field.
Wow.
A shrill cry floated over the whole west city along the cold wind.
"Is it not enough to confiscate money and grain depots?"
The shrill cry came from behind the crowd, accompanied by a heart-rending cry.
Among the people''s glances, a woman in gorgeous clothes stumbled away from the crowd and rushed in towards the center of the market.
The onlookers also slowly made a way for the woman to pass.
Poop.
The woman stumbled and fell to the ground.
Under the gaze of the crowd, the woman propped up half of her body and slowly raised her face stuck to the soil.
The broken cheek was flushed out and gradually fainted into a piece.
Loose hair hung disorderly on her forehead, and a resentful look came from the woman''s red and swollen eyes.
"Hoarding goods and raising prices is wrong, but after all, the crime is not fatal!"
"But you force each other step by step."
Then the woman raised her right hand, pointed to all the soldiers in the field, and finally fixed it on Hou Junji with a solemn face.
"You... You are all demons!"
"King Wei''s order! Hum! King Wei''s order!"
"The king of Wei is not a good thing!"
At this moment, the woman looked excited and struggled to get up.
"When acting for the government, killing is so popular."
"If such a person climbs to the throne of the Tang Dynasty, what is the difference between him and the cruel, cruel and cruel king Zhou?"
The shrill voice of reprimand mixed in the cold wind and blew into the hearts of everyone in the field.
Looking at the woman standing in the cold wind, she screamed bitterly and shook the blocking Jin Wu guard.
The previous resentment against these profiteers gradually dissipated and turned to a little pity for the woman.
Hou Junji stared at the lonely woman, the light in the depths of his eyes flashed, and a smile appeared in his heart.
Glancing at the woman, he murmured.
"Abuse the prince in the street! How dare you! I think you''re a woman. I''ll spare your life."
After that, Mei Feng raised his eyebrows, stared at the hesitant Jin Wu guard and shouted.
"Why? I''m used to the life without blood on the knife. I can''t do it anymore?"
Bang.
Hou Junji kicked the table before turning over, and his voice rose abruptly.
"Don''t forget that you are warriors of the Tang Dynasty! Do you want to disobey the order of King Wei?"
Hearing the speech, Jin Wu''s Guard soldiers frowned and took out their sabres one after another.
Poop poop.
The cold Tang Dao stabbed into the kneeling body.
Ah ~ no!
The shrill voice blew in everyone''s eardrum.
The woman stared in horror. In her eyes, there was a Tang Dao dripping with thick and red, and a slowly collapsed body.
At this moment, it seemed that the screams of pain and the sound of cutting flesh with a sharp blade had disappeared.
The woman''s mind was blank. She looked at the gurgling blood flowing from her husband''s chest. Her legs and feet were soft and sank down.