Floating Immortal Order - 424. The 405th chapter the first catastrophe dream

After a few breaths, in the jailer’s inexplicable gaze, Zhou Mujin took the paper.

He just saw the name at the bottom, and he hadn’t read the real content recorded on it carefully.

In the year of Xin Wei, Zhou Mujin, a member of the He’an Mansion, abused his lynching in the Zhou Mansion in the middle of the night when he was ugly, killing his wife Zhao and his concubine Xu, and instructing the Zhou mansion to bury two maids Zhou Lan and Zhou Xiang alive. A total of four lives have been tried by the He’an government office and the evidence is conclusive. I hereby plead guilty.

“Young Master Zhou?” The jailer saw Zhou Mujin holding the paper in silence for a long while and couldn’t help but urged, “As long as the pot is dipped in red painting, this pot of sweet-scented osmanthus aging Lord Zhou can be enjoyed at will, how about?”

Zhou Mujin frowned slightly.

Since waking up, his memory seems to be completely blank. At this time, he just knows his name. As for whether he really killed four lives in the previous day, no one can tell him.

“What happens if I draw a bet?”

The jailer tried his best to conceal the gleam of joy in the depths of his eyes, as if to coax the child into a persuasive way: “As long as Master Zhou draws the picture, you can drink this pot of sweet-scented osmanthus aging that you are thinking about! How?”

Obviously, in the eyes of the jailer, the Grand Master Zhou was just a fool who could fool him with a little effort.

According to the nobleman, Zhou Mujin was addicted to alcohol. Once he encountered the good wine he loved, he would lose his mind and care about nothing.

Zhou Mujin sniffed the rich fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, his eyes gradually turned red uncontrollably, stretched out his right hand, tremblingly dipped a touch of red mud, and printed it on the paper.

“Finally here!” The jailer snatched the drawing paper and hid it in his arms as if the treasure was obtained. He glanced at Zhou Mujin obliquely, and let out a cold snort in his nostrils. You can’t be tortured in private…huh! It’s just a pity that this pot of sweet-scented osmanthus is aged!”

After this word was over, he walked out of the cell impatiently, and even the cell door was unlocked, and he just left here.

Only a small pot of sweet-scented osmanthus aging with a strong fragrance remained.

Zhou Mujin picked up the exquisite hip flask, his lips moved slightly, and deep in his heart was an extremely fierce desire for it, uncontrollably raised his head directly into the mouth, and drank it.

A shocking thunder light flashed through my mind!

what did I do!

After drinking it, Zhou Mujin’s eyes suddenly became clear, but the mellow wine had already flowed down his throat, and no matter how much he wanted to spit it out, it just didn’t help.

The body’s soreness and weakness became more intense, Zhou Mujin tried his best to maintain a trace of clarity, but suddenly his eyes went dark and he passed out.

I do not know how long it has been.

Half asleep and half awake, the sound of a vague conversation faintly came to my ears.

“That pot of sweet-scented osmanthus aging has so much crescent red, this guy is not dead?”

“It’s okay, anyway, the previous one has already been put in red, and he will be cut in two days. If he is not poisoned, he will be considered dead, and let him live for two more days.”

The feeling of drowsiness struck again, Zhou Mujin’s heart was extremely anxious, but even unable to open his eyes, he had to fall asleep again in the struggle of consciousness.

Damn it.

Damn it.

Suddenly he was awakened by the violent bumps and tremors.

Zhou Mujin’s consciousness gradually cleared up, and the dazzling direct sunlight made him squint his eyes slightly, and managed to see the angry people in all directions.

The yellowed rotten vegetable leaves and the stinky broken eggs were thrown into the prison wagon with head and face. Zhou Mujin stretched out his hands with heavy chains to cover him, and looked down at the wood rolling on the uneven road under the prison wagon The wheel felt like a mess in his mind, and a deep sense of powerlessness filled his body.

execution ground.

He kicked Zhou Mujin’s back fiercely and staggered him. The executioner Zhao Hu, holding Liang Liang’s decapitating knife, said in hatred, “A beast full of evil! My sister married a flower like a jade. Your family was beaten to death by your cruel heart! God has eyes, and you have today!”

The crowds all around cheered loudly.

“good!”

“Good is rewarded for good, and evil is rewarded for evil. It is not that it is not repaid, the time has not come!”

“Hurry up and execute the punishment!”

Noon.

Zhou Mujin was tied tightly to the side of the wooden stakes on the ground, his head hung down, unable to move at all, a pair of eyes looking at the bluestone bricks on the ground of the execution ground, wondering what he was thinking.

The blade suddenly appeared, and even brought a shrill wind.

A deep pain came from the back of the neck, followed by the coldness of the forest pouring into the neck bone, Zhou Mujin’s consciousness instantly fell into an unspeakable blur, but he heard it again in a vague manner. The exclamation sounded from the crowd.

“Is there such a thing?”

“Zhao Hu has been an executioner for more than ten years, how could he make such a mistake?”

“Then is he dead?”

The executioner Zhao Hu stood there, staring blankly at the decapitating broadsword stuck in Zhou Mujin’s neck bone, and was stunned for a while.

This blade is extremely sharp, and under its full swing, its head has not been cut off!

Blood spurted like an arrow, and even the stone platform of the execution ground under him had been dyed red. Zhao Hu hurriedly pulled out the big knife that had been infested with a bright red color, and cut it down again!

Its head fell in response.

Zhou Mujin’s consciousness was also completely plunged into darkness.

…

At an unknown place, an extremely thick gold thread slowly fell off from the golden true spirit, turning into powder.

In the human world, decades have passed.

Xu Disheng, as a rare evil evildoer who condenses the nine souls, needs to pass through the nine heart calamities, but under the twisting and blessing of the rules of heaven and earth, these nine heart calamities have almost been changed from their original nature. The heart catastrophes that creatures need to overcome are completely different.

The dream of the first catastrophe is the first soul, that is, the catastrophe of the ancient Zhong Yuanshen. Under the terrible superposition of the rules, this heart catastrophe has no hope at all. There is not a trace of vitality at all.

Although its terrifying background has played a big role, it has not been directly poisoned to death, has not been slashed to death, but it is still not able to withstand the layers of murderous intentions.

Outside the prison before his eyes, and even in the crowd outside the prison car, there are still dozens of people holding sharp blades hidden behind the prison wall, hidden among the people, if it was lucky with his weak and weak body in the first place. Get rid of the tall and strong jailer, and what awaits him is nothing more than a dense thorny knife.

The first tribulation dream, died.