"Okay!"
Xu Ming glanced at them. Ziyue was eager to try, Zhang Guoyi looked confused, and his nephew Xu Li was obviously timid. He also wanted to train them, so he didn't refuse and nodded decisively.
With the strong Xu Ming taking the lead, Ziyue and the others quickly came to the front.
The first thing Ziyue saw was a burly man with steel shackles on his head and hands. His legs were also chained by long iron chains. He knelt on a stone platform that was about 20 square meters. The ground of the stone platform was dark red. Obviously, it was the blood stains that couldn't be cleaned up due to too many beheadings.
Next to him were several soldiers and an old executioner.
In the distance, there was an executioner on the platform. It was said that he was Yang Zhengling, the Guard of Qinghe Town.
At this time, Ziyue and the others also knew the identity of the burly man kneeling on the platform. He was the Fourth Chief of the Ghost Head Stronghold, Iron Arm Wu Liang.
It was said that he encountered the second son of the Li family, Li Xu, when he was intercepting the goods of the Li family's banquet hall and was directly captured.
"The Li family has three heroes. The eldest son, Li Qing, is in charge of the business and manages the banquet hall well. I heard that he has branches in the county. The second son, Li Xu, is born with great strength and martial arts. The third son, Lee Hoon, is a real scholar. He is a literary star.
This Ghost Head Stronghold's Wu Liang targeted the Li family. It's a big mistake. "
Some people who knew were discussing excitedly.
"The Ghost Head Stronghold killed and set fires. They are evil and should have been eradicated long ago.
This time, the Fourth Chief was captured and beheaded. It's really exciting. "
Someone gnashed his teeth and said.
Listening to the discussion, Ziyue also looked askance. This person was obviously someone who had suffered greatly.
"Kill!"
Right at this moment, Guardian Yang Zhengling shouted and tossed out a command medallion.
Clang!
The token fell on the stone platform and made a crisp sound. The old executioner picked up a bowl of wine and spat it on the blade.
"Every injustice has its perpetrator and every debt has its debtor. You and I have no grudges in the past and have no enmity today. This is my duty and I am following orders. Sorry for the offense."
As he spoke, he raised his broadsword.
"Ah …"
At this time, Iron Arm Hand Wu Liang seemed to be unwilling to bow down. He let out a shout, and the strength of his whole body tightened. His two thick arms immediately turned blue, and between the bulging muscles and blood vessels, they were incomparably hard. He was indeed worthy of the name Iron Arm Hand.
Bang!
The thick and solid iron buckle was forcefully torn apart, and the iron shackles cracked.
However, it was all too late.
The butcher's knife slashed down with extreme speed.
Wu Liang suddenly froze. A trace of blood flowed out from his neck, gradually forming a thin line. Then, with a bang, his head fell off, revealing a bowl-sized wound below. Hot blood spurted out like a fountain.
At this time, the old executioner had already picked up a rag and was gently wiping the bloodless broadsword. His calm face was as calm as before.
Someone died!
He was really dead!
One slash, clean and tidy!
Ziyue's eyes widened and then contracted violently. An uncontrollable feeling of nausea rose up and up, and then he could no longer suppress it.
"Blergh …"
Ziyue's face was deathly pale. He was about to vomit.
When he suggested to watch the beheading, he had already expected it to be bloody. He had already prepared himself mentally.
He thought that the world was different. His previous life was peaceful, but this one was chaotic and vicious. He would face death sooner or later. Only by adapting as much as possible could he survive better.
He was very rational, and forced himself to open his eyes wide.
However, in the instant that the bright red blood spurted out, his mind was already empty. An endless chill had completely extinguished all of his previous thoughts.
After a long while, Bai Ziyue finally calmed down. Only then did he notice that he wasn't the only one vomiting. Xu Li and Zhang Guoyi were also vomiting. Even some of the spectators in the surroundings had left behind a mess on the ground.
"Done?"
Xu Ming glanced at Ziyue with a faint smile. After all, he was still a child. No matter how mature he pretended to be, he could not avoid being embarrassed at this moment.
The three of them nodded with pale faces.
"Then let's go.
It's already late. I'll arrange everything for you as soon as possible. "
Xu Ming said and took the lead.
Ziyue hurriedly followed, but a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"This time, watching the beheading was not in vain."
Ziyue's data suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Name: Ziyue
Strength: 0.26 (+)
Speed: 0.33 (+)
Physique: 0.49 (+)
Martial Arts: None
Spiritual Energy: 837
On the status panel, the other data did not change. However, his spiritual energy had increased by more than 800 points.
From Ziyue's point of view, this was definitely a huge number.
One must know that back then, Little Ghost had only contributed 17 points to him. But this Ghost Head Stronghold's fourth chief, Iron Arm Wu Liang, had contributed almost 50 times more than Little Ghost.
This was really beyond his expectations, and it made him incomparably surprised.
"However, this spiritual energy amount, what is the basis?
Strength?
Or other factors? "
Ziyue could not help but ponder.
Little Chick was the weakest, so it only contributed 1 point of spiritual energy. Little Ghost was slightly stronger, giving 15 points. This Wu Liang's strength was strong, and he felt that he was not weaker than Uncle Ming. So he could contribute almost 1000 points of spiritual energy?
"Uncle Ming, I wonder what level this Wu Liang's strength is at?"
Ziyue hurriedly asked.
"Iron Arm Wu Liang. I heard that he had already completed external refinement three years ago and entered internal refinement. His current strength should be slightly stronger than mine, right?"
Xu Ming said with a serious face.
"He's that strong?"
Ziyue could not help but be startled.
He had seen Uncle Ming's strength with his own eyes. His fist did not touch Little Ghost. Just the pressure of his Qi and blood was enough to scatter Little Ghost's soul.
This Wu Liang's strength was stronger than Uncle Ming, but he was only the fourth chief of the Ghost Head Stronghold. It could be imagined that the first three chiefs of the Ghost Head Stronghold must be even more terrifying.
"Uncle Ming, where are we going next?"
At this moment, Xu Li asked.
"The first place we're going to is, of course, the Scorching Sun Gang's branch in Qinghe Town, North Street.
There should be a small test there. As long as you pass the test, there will naturally be people who will arrange things for you. "
… …
As expected, North Street was much more prosperous than West Street.
There were restaurants that were three to five stories high and spacious silk shops. The fragrance of rouge and face powder overflowed from a shop filled with noblewomen. In a quiet bookstore, a group of scholars stared straight ahead … …
There was an antique shop, a painting pavilion, a pawnshop, and even a theater … …
Even though the sky had completely darkened, the rows of lanterns in the shops on both sides of North Street still illuminated the road with incomparable brightness.
Even Ziyue, who believed that he had seen a lot of things, was dazzled when he saw so many scenes that resembled ancient times. Not to mention Xu Li and Zhang Guoyi, who were practically leaving the village for the first time.
But soon, as Xu Ming's figure turned, they left the street area and arrived at a row of residential areas that were obviously rich and powerful.
After a while, Xu Ming stopped in his tracks.
They had arrived at the Scorching Sun Gang's branch!