The Great Tang: World Martial God

The next day, at noon.

The sky was gloomy and grey.

The streets of West City.

The fifty-year-old man, with his hands tied behind his back, was divided into five columns, kneeling neatly in the middle of the market.

The hard and cold floor was knees down, and many people knelt and shivered in the cold wind.

This fifty-something person is the rumorer who was caught yesterday.

The people who just yelled for injustice yesterday are all wounded and dying today.

The bloodstains of the whip were clearly printed on the face, and the swollen cheeks were red and dried on the lower jaw.

Under the ripped clothes, there was exposed flesh and blood, and red blood stains solidified on the horrible wound.

Obviously, these people were tortured.

Many vendors and people stand far away and form a circle.

Watching the frightening scene, whispering.

Many people are puzzled by Hou Junji's actions.

"What's the situation? I was only in the prison car just now, so why was it suddenly pulled down?"

"Look at this scene...Is this to be asked on the spot?"

"It's really hateful for these people to hoard strange things, but...but they won't kill them, right?"

"Yes! The granary is confiscated and the coins are confiscated. The penalty is already heavy enough. If you ask Zhan again, the sentence will be too heavy."

A voice of doubt rang out in this murderous West Market.

Hearing the whispers whispering in his ears, Hou Junji, who was sitting opposite to the fifty people, glanced at the crowd onlookers, and his icy eyes fell on the fifty people again.

The thick and strong voice slowly shouted from the veteran's mouth.

"You and others have no Tang law and deceit, confuse people, disturb people's hearts, and sin unforgivable."

"Raising prices and deceiving the market is even more sinful!"

Speaking of this, Hou Junji's eyes were full of killing intent.

"And waiting for the scum of Datang, you will die!"

As soon as the word of death was uttered, the figure of the fifty-year-old kneeling in front of him suddenly trembled, and many people suddenly raised their heads.

Hou Junji looked terrified, slowly raised his right hand, and shouted.

"Today, the last general will be ordered by the king of Wei to eliminate harm for the people and for the Tang!"

Having said that, Hou Junji stood up suddenly, and the scarlet cloak flew into the wind behind him.

The big hand suddenly waved down, and he shouted sharply.

"Slash right there!"

There was a strong killing intent in the violent shout, which shook the audience!

The fifty people who were kneeling were stunned on the spot.

The crowd onlookers couldn't help taking a step back and looked at Hou Junji on the steps in amazement.

Even the thirty-odd royal guards who accompanied him were taken aback.

Although I heard about it yesterday, it still surprised everyone when I really wanted to ask about it.

After a brief stupor, fifty people were suddenly awakened by the instinctive desire to survive.

Some people were pale and screamed for injustice.

Someone moved their trembling legs and leaned on the ground, shouting for mercy.

There were also people who were as gray as dead, without saying a word, a puddle of urine stains slowly appeared on the ground.

The onlookers were shocked, staring at the soldiers and soldiers on the court.

Wow.

A shrill cry drifted along the cold wind over the entire West Market.

"Confiscated money, confiscated the granary, isn't that enough?"

A sorrowful cry, accompanied by heart-piercing shouts, came from behind the crowd.

As everyone looked at her, a gorgeously dressed woman stumbled away from the crowd and rushed in towards the center of the market.

The crowd of onlookers also slowly yielded a way to allow the woman to pass.

Puff through.

The woman staggered and fell to the ground.

Under the gaze of everyone, the woman propped up half of her body and slowly raised her muddy face.

The broken cheeks were flushed outwards, gradually becoming dizzy.

The loose hair hung messily between her forehead, and a spiteful look came from the woman's red and swollen eyes.

"Even if it is wrong to stock up and raise the price, after all, the crime is not deadly!"

"You keep pressing each other."

After all, the woman raised her right hand, pointed at all the soldiers in the field, and finally froze on the awe-inspiring Hou Junji.

"You...you are all demons!"

"The life of King Wei! Humph! The life of King Wei!"

"Then King Wei is not a good thing!"

At this moment, the woman's expression also became excited, struggling to get up.

"When acting as a government agent, he was so aggressively killing."

"Such a person, if he climbs to the throne of the Tang Dynasty, is he different from the cruel, vicious, and tyrannical King Zhou?"

The stern reprimands were mixed in the cold wind and blew into the hearts of everyone present.

Watching the woman standing in the cold wind, she screamed sternly, shaking the guard of Jinwu who was blocking her.

The previous resentment towards these profiteers also gradually dissipated, turning to a little pity for this woman.

Hou Junji stared at the lonely woman who screamed, the light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and a smile appeared in his heart.

Glancing at the woman, said solemnly.

"Insult the prince in the street! You are so courageous! I think you are a woman, and the old man will spare you his life."

After that, Meifeng raised his eyebrows, glared at the hesitant Jinwu Guardian, and shouted.

"Why? I'm used to living a life without a knife, so I can't get it off?"

Bang.

Hou Junji kicked the case table before turning over, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Don't forget that you are the warriors of Datang! Are you trying to defy Wang Wei's order?"

Hearing this, the King Wu guards frowned and pulled out their sabers one after another.

Puff puff.

The cold Tang Dao stabbed into his kneeling body.

Ah~No!

The sharp and stern voice blasted into everyone's eardrums.

The woman's eyes widened in horror, and her eyes reflected the sticky red Tang knife and the body that was slowly collapsing.

At this moment, it seemed that the painful screams in the ears and the sound of cutting the flesh with a sharp blade had disappeared.

The woman's mind was blank, watching the gurgling blood flowing out of her husband's chest, her legs and feet were soft, and she sat down paralyzed.