In the Song Dynasty, there was a family surnamed Feng in the Nanguan of Chenzhou City, and they had been working as executioners for generations. It was Feng Qiu's turn, and it was the end of the Qing Dynasty. Every time there was a criminal offense, Feng Qiu would go into battle. A ghost-headed knife was on his arm, and a cold light flickered. With three cannons, Feng Qiu walked coldly into the killing field, not looking at the criminal's face, but only at the criminal's neck. After a single order, his arm swung, but the knife did not rise, and the head rolled off the ground. After turning around and walking a few steps, the blood of the deceased spurted out "whoosh," like a goddess scattering flowers, dyeing half of the sky red – and Feng Qiu's body was never stained with blood. The way to live was so clean, which quite attracted the living people to sigh.

This is a unique skill of the Feng family. In order to practice this trick, the Feng family mostly swung knives and practiced elbow skills from the age of seven. Feng family members have excellent elbow strength, and they can stand upside down with their elbows for several hours. In addition to elbow strength, they also need to practice eyesight. The purpose of practicing eyesight is to see where the knife is fired. Therefore, when the Feng family talks to people, they have to look at their necks several times before they finish three sentences. This is called a habit, which is very scary. So the neighbors rarely interact with the Feng family. The Feng family went to the market to go to the store, but very few people came forward to greet them. The Feng family lived very lonely.

The Feng family never used official knives in their work, but used the ancestral ghost head knife more often. The knife was much wider than ordinary knives, emitting green light and able to illuminate human faces. When killing, the executioner stood beside the criminal, and when the time came, he tilted his body slightly, pulled his arm up, and "chop," and the head was "sharp." In ancient times, the crime of a knife was emphasized, so this knife should be steady, accurate, and ruthless. Due to its unusually fast speed, the head on the ground could smack his mouth and smack his eyelids.

In the autumn of this year, the imperial court's appointed official to monitor the imperial history came to Chenzhou. The monitor imperial history was very old and capable. He went to Chenzhou to check the files overnight, and brandished his pen to name five death row prisoners, and was determined to behead them. The execution ground was located on the left side of the Nanguan String Song Platform, surrounded by water on three sides, and all the way to the land, which was very safe. The executioner was naturally Feng Qiu. That day, three cannons rang out, and Feng Qiu hung up on the field. Only to see that he had a tiger driving a ghost head knife on his arm, and he had a cold light. Ordinary executioners wear a big red cloak. Feng Qiu was white, with a black belt around his waist, black silk tied tightly to the cuffs, and high Xuan boots on his feet. It was black and white, and white and black, which was both mighty and dashing.

Feng Qiu walked into the execution ground with his head held high, his face cold as ice. He made the prisoner kneel into a "circle", and then stood behind the criminal, ready to take action. The last cannon sound just fell, and I saw Feng Qiu flying like an arrow, like a white pink butterfly, floating around in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the five heads had gathered in the center, smacking their mouths at the same time, opening their eyes at the same time, and leisurely closing their eyes at the same time. In a moment, Feng Qiu had already left. At this time, people heard five ordered "shouts", and saw five columns of blood sprayed cross-spurting, forming a bright plum blossom pattern, and the five heads gathered together formed the "core" in the flower. Looking at the five criminals, they had already been dyed red by the blood of others and melted in the "plum blossom."

There was an uproar.

The inspector was stunned for a moment, and he was even more amazed. He got up and walked down the high platform to congratulate Feng Qiu. Feng Qiu was indifferent, and after giving thanks, he turned around and went home. The inspector has never seen such a scene — such an artistic murder scene is very unfinished. Returning to the place where he had stayed, he heard the local officials say that the five generations of the Feng family had acted as executioners, and they had never made a mistake. He was even more impressed. He immediately waved his hand, wrote a plaque, and wrote Crazy Grass: Wei Tuo Reborn.

The imperial history was wild grass, vigorous and powerful, suave and unrestrained, and was quite famous in the dynasty, and everyone in the world honored the imperial history and ink treasures. But he never expected that when the messenger sent the plaque to the Feng family, Feng Qiu politely declined. The inspector was very annoyed and went to the Feng family in person. Feng Qiu greeted the imperial history with great gifts and let the imperial history go to the main hall. First, he kowtowed and apologized, and then he said that the four words inscribed on the plaque were indeed unworthy.

"My lord does not know that law enforcement of the Feng family is correct to protect the job, but it is not the case in conscience!"

"What do you mean by that?" The Surveillance Emperor's eyes widened.

"Lord, calm down! If you don't blame me, please come with me!" After Feng Qiu finished speaking, he got up and led the imperial history to the backyard. The backyard is a small courtyard with a tube room against the wall. Feng Qiu opened the door and invited the imperial history to enter. Imperial history looked at Feng Qiu in confusion and walked in curiously. When he saw it clearly, the imperial history was taken aback! It turned out that the room was full of monuments, each with a name, address, and date of death. Imperial history looked at Feng Qiu in confusion. Feng Qiu said: "My lord, these are all the monuments that the Feng family has beheaded criminals in the past dynasties, and there are 763 so far! Among them, some deserve their crimes and have more than one death! My lord, with all due respect to the villain, there are also many ghosts here! We have to give some paper money to these ghosts every year! There are rules in our ancestors, and the tablets of all ghosts must be dyed red! "

Feng Qiu finally said that in order to protect his job, he did not dare to plead for the offender. This is the rule of the ancestors!

The inspector smiled faintly, and approached a plaque with a red head. Seeing that it said "Hu Gong Liu", he was killed the next year. He couldn't help but smack his mouth and murmured to himself thoughtfully, "Hu Gong Liu, Hu Gong Liu..." He picked up the plaque, looked at the red, and asked, "What is this red dye?"

"Blood, it's human blood!"

The inspector gently wiped the dust off the tablet and carefully put it back in its place. He suddenly turned to Feng Qiu and asked, "In your opinion, are there any criminals who were wrongly slashed among the five criminals who were arrested today?" Feng Qiu knelt down and said, "The villain dare not speak!"

"Forgive your innocence, tell the truth."

Feng Qiu's throat trembled for a long time before he said, "Lord Wang, calm down, at least one of the five people today is not beheaded! I am observing from the blood direction, that Zhang Zhonglin must have been wronged! Lord does not know that this Zhang Zhonglin was the first to be stabbed, but his blood was spurted out at the latest... According to the verification of several generations of our Feng family, most of the people who spurted blood late are ghosts who were wronged by the knife! If you don't believe me, you can retry the case and have the right to verify it once!"

"You recognize Zhang Zhonglin?"

"The villain and Zhang Zhonglin only know each other but never have any contact! He is my close neighbor, and there is an eighty-year-old mother and a seven-year-old son at home! As far as the villain knows, Zhang Zhonglin has always been safe and proper, and he is really a person of his duty. After returning from the execution ground today, he met Zhang Zhonglin's family on the way to collect the corpse. His white-haired mother wept while holding the coffin, and the seven-year-old son wailed endlessly. His wife's head was three feet of white silk, and she was inconsolable with grief... The villain remembered that Zhang Zhonglin's blood was not right, and he felt compassion! I have heard for a long time that the lord is an honest official, and the law is enforced like a mountain. I hope the lord will see clearly!"

Feng Qiu's words aroused the great curiosity of the inspector. When he returned to his apartment, he sent someone to retrieve the file from the prefect of Chenzhou County and began a new trial.

The file was very clear: Zhang Zhonglin raised a daughter on Shangwu Street, Chenzhou City, and her name was Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu was at a good age and had outstanding looks. She was taken by the Bai family's white son, a big family in Chenzhou, and snatched into the mansion. Unexpectedly, that night, the white son was killed, and Xiaoyu's whereabouts were unknown. The Bai family led people to surround the Zhang family and found the murder weapon. The criminal Zhang Zhonglin confessed... The following is the big red handwriting of the supervision imperial history.

In order to confirm Feng Qiu's curious "blood direction" theory, the overseer decided to stay in Chenzhou for a few more days to re-investigate the case. The overseer disguised himself and made an unannounced investigation. Soon, the case came to light. It turned out that Xiaoyu had already been taken by the Shi family, another big family in Chenzhou City. On the day Xiaoyu was robbed, Mr. Shi broke into the Bai family at night and wanted to take Xiaoyu back, but was discovered by the Bai family. During the fight between the two, Mr. Shi killed the Bai family and snatched Xiaoyu. In order to escape the law, Mr. Shi secretly sent his family to hide the murder weapon in Zhang Zhonglin's family, creating the illusion that Zhang Zhonglin risked killing the Bai family to save his daughter. Zhang Zhonglin was taken to court and shouted that he was wronged. Later, Master Shi sent a message saying that if you want to protect your daughter's life, you must confess. Zhang Zhonglin was forced to take custody to protect his daughter.

The inspector was taken aback. After flicking his fingers on the file for a long time, he finally closed it and handed it to his master. He said quietly, "Put it in storage."

The Shi family has been a resident official in the dynasty for several generations, and they can't afford to be offended by the supervision of the imperial history. There is Zhu brushwork handwriting of his own life on the dossier, so if you turn over the case, you will have trouble with yourself. Besides, in the retrial of this case, he did not let anyone intervene, and everything was carried out in top secret, so naturally there was no future trouble. What surprised him was that Feng Qiu's "Blood Xiangzhi" was so accurate! Was it a coincidence, or did Feng Qiu lead him to take the bait step by step? This Feng Qiu is extraordinary!

It seemed that Feng Qiu had a plan for this case, but he didn't dare to say it! He had his own difficulties, and the whole family depended on his knife!

The next day, the overseer left Chenzhou. He did not expect that as soon as the eight-lift palanquin left the North Pass, someone would stop the palanquin and shout injustice. The overseer looked up and saw that Feng Qiu was kneeling on the road with a ghost head knife in his hand. Behind him were Zhang Zhonglin's wife, eighty-year-old mother, and seven-year-old son. Feng Qiu didn't say a word, his eyes fixed on the overseer.

The imperial historian was a little flustered by Feng Qiu's stare, and asked in panic, "Feng Qiu, you held a steel knife and blocked the sedan chair to shout injustice, do you know your crime?"

Feng Qiu sneered and said: "My lord, the villain is here to apologize! I thought of my Feng family, who served as executioners for several generations, but used one hand to kill innocent people in vain! I'm sorry for Qingtian, and I'm sorry for Li Min! For the conscience of heaven and earth, today in the face of my lord, I have to punish myself!"

As he spoke, Feng Qiu put the knife in his left hand, and his right wrist suddenly smashed against the blade, and the hand fell to the ground bloody.

Zhang Zhonglin's wife and mother cried out when they saw this, pounced on Fengqiu, picked up his severed limb, tore off his cloth shirt, and hurriedly pricked the blood sprayed out.

Feng Qiu's face was pale, and he cried out in a sad voice, "My lord! The villain's broken arm is to arouse the conscience of my lord! I know that you have already found out about the Zhang Zhonglin case! I hope my lord will do justice, help justice and eliminate evil, and avenge the injustice of Zhang Zhonglin's father and daughter!"

The inspector wiped the blood on the palanquin curtain, threw a handkerchief, and smiled coldly, "In my opinion, as an executioner, you are still very immature!" After saying that, he gently waved his hand, and the palanquin bypassed the bloody hand of Fengqiu and slowly walked away...