Episode 1126 This is hell, this place. (1)
I can’t breathe.
No, I’m scared to breathe.
Numerous people are lined up in a huge plaza that seems more appropriate to be described as vast rather than wide.
What was strange was that even at a glance, the faces of those who had unusual energy were all white. A long, menacing spear was held in a hand that was visibly shaking.
Of course, fear often occurs in everyone’s life. Nevertheless, the reason why this scene could not be taken for granted was because the people who were trembling like children were the members of the Sapaeryeon, whose name alone was said to put Gangnam in fear.
“Lord Ryeo! Please! Please save me….”
Paaaaaa!
The sword that soared into the sky fell violently and cut off the man’s head. In an instant, the severed head floated into the air.
dump.
Red blood pours out from the body that fell like a straw bale.
The faces of those who saw the scene became even paler.
All of them are based in Sapa. Of course, I have seen people die countless times. Now, there is no way that there is any particular inspiration in seeing someone die.
However, the scene unfolding before their eyes was clearly different from the ‘death’ they had seen so far.
“next.”
With Hu Jia-myeong’s cold voice, the body, which has not yet cooled down, is dragged out like a rotten tree. And another person was brought to that place like a cow being led to a slaughterhouse.
The person’s eyes were bloodshot as they were completely paralyzed with fear. An absolutely miserable voice burst out like a seizure.
“Ryo Lianju! Lord Ryeonju! Not me! I am not a fool to resist you! Lord Ryeonju! Please believe me! Jebaaaaaal!”
The crying was so loud that it was difficult to listen to.
Perhaps the person being dragged in now is also a wicked person who has taken the lives of countless people with his own hands. However, even such people were no different from ordinary people at the moment they faced their own death.
“Ryunjuniiiiim!”
He was brought to the wide square, raised his trembling head and looked toward the front of Daejeon.
“Huh… Hmm…”
At that moment, a sound of wind coming out of my mouth. His frightened appearance did not suit the reputation and position he had built up at all.
But no one here could criticize its shabby appearance. Anyone who sees this scene right now would have no choice but to react the same way.
The headquarters was newly built after the Sapaeryeon was created. The center of the main altar was extensively covered with luxurious white marble, fully reflecting Jang Il-so’s taste.
The sight of the square shining as if it had snowed under the sunlight was in itself a symbol of Sapaeryeon.
But the dazzling marble was now completely stained dark red. The blood shed by those who died here continued to flow.
Who could maintain composure in the face of such a scene?
“Ugh…”
A terrible bloody smell stung my nose. The man’s pants instantly became wet.
“Lord Ryeo! Lord Ryeonju, please save me! Anything as long as it saves my life! I will do anything! It’s all a conspiracy! I have never once opposed you! please! Please save me! “Ryeonjuniiiiiim!”
He let out a scream, not sure if it was a shout or a scream, and looked up with desperate eyes.
His gaze went beyond the red-stained ground to the tall stairs leading to the square.
While the lower part was completely stained with blood, white light gradually appeared as you went towards the top of the stairs. So, finally, the top of the stairs was shining divinely white.
The stark contrast seemed to tell the difference between the person who had been brought here and the person at the top of the high stairs.
I saw a huge, ornate throne placed at the top of the stairs, and a man sitting there at an angle.
“Ryo Lianju…”
A red long robe with a gorgeous dragon embroidered with gold thread. The pure white hand exposed underneath lightly grasped the glass of alcohol placed next to it.
“Hmm.”
The man, Jang Il-so, raised his glass and looked down at the screaming person with languid eyes.
“Lord Ryeo!”
The man shouted as he saw the last rope at the bottom of the cliff. However, Jang Il-so soon seemed to lose interest and leaned back against the backrest of the throne.
Instead, it was none other than Ho Ga-myeong who opened his mouth.
“Execute.”
A cold voice rang out eerily.
Those who flinched slightly in response to the voice immediately moved. Then they dragged the screaming person and crushed him against the scaffold.
“Hee…heeeeeeek!”
Paaaaat!
The sharp purple blade struck down in one fell swoop and cut off the man’s head. The head that rose up sprayed blood in all directions and rolled in vain on the floor.
Those who watched the scene without even lifting a finger could barely swallow their dry saliva.
The name of the person whose head was just cut off was Jo Pyo. It is one of the great black ghosts and has a devil-like reputation in Fujian.
However, the person could not even resist properly and was decapitated like an insect.
Who could have imagined something like this just a month ago?
Those here are people who are not afraid of death. From the moment I decided to join Sapa, I prepared myself for the fate of becoming a corpse wrapped in flies on the battlefield of some field.
But this was never the last thing they thought of themselves as. It was natural for no one to imagine the end of being dragged in like a criminal and having their head cut off without being able to resist.
Not all deaths are the same.
This worthless feast of death was enough to terrify even those who were prepared to become fertilizer in the fields.
“It’s boring.”
And in this strange atmosphere, there was only one person who had nothing to do with fear.
Jang Il-so took a sip of the rice wine in his glass and opened his mouth.
“How many are left?”
“A total of three hundred and sixty-two are scheduled for today. “The key signature from a moment ago was one hundred and seventy-eight.”
“There’s only half left.”
Jang Il-so sighed and leaned back on the throne.
“If you are bored, I will finish the remaining execution.”
“No, no.”
Hearing Hu Jiaming’s words, Jang Ilso slightly shook his head.
“Still, since they once ate together, wouldn’t it be polite to watch them leave for the last time? “I am also a person with that level of consideration.”
“….”
“And….”
Jang Il-so slowly lowered his head and looked at the people filling the square. A satisfied smile spread across Jang Il-so’s lips as he saw the terrified faces.
“By nature, superiors should be present at events like this. “Wouldn’t it be more meaningful that way?”
“You are correct.”
Hu Jiaming took a quick look at Jang Ilso’s complexion and asked.
“If you do that, the execution will be done a little faster…”
“Tsk tsk tsk. “It’s an alias.”
“Yes, Lord Ryeon.”
“They may be living like bugs and criminals that are difficult to let go, but aren’t they still people?”
“….”
“It’s not right to kill someone quickly just because it’s annoying. Execute as planned.”
“Yes, Lord Ryeon.”
Hu Jiaming reluctantly nodded.
well. I do not know.
The fate of those scheduled for execution today will never change. And they too know that they will die today.
At first glance, continuing the executions leisurely seems to give them a little more time to survive. However, if you think about it the other way around, it is nothing more than waiting for death in despair and increasing the time you spend in fear.
‘It’s pitiful.’
Hu Jiaming was not a person who particularly had sympathy for anyone, but he could not help but sympathize with those who were trembling in fear while waiting for their turn.
But the truth is that this is something that cannot be helped. From the moment they dared to be hostile towards the defeated army, their fate was decided.
“Continue with the execution.”
“yes!”
Those in charge of execution began to move busily at the shout of Hu Jia-myeong. Another criminal was dragged out.
Jang Il-so looked down at the scene indifferently and raised his glass.
“It’s a nice sight.”
One life is lost and a glass of alcohol is emptied again.
One life and another life.
The blood-and-blood execution continued until the sun hung over Seosan and colored the whole world with sunset.
Today, the red glow of the sunset turned even the pure white marble where Jangilso stands blood-red.
* * *
“Hmm.”
Jang Il-so, wearing a pure white acupuncture gown, quietly looked at his glass of wine.
As I looked into the quiet glass without any movement, my slightly excited heart seemed to calm down.
Jang Il-so raised his head and his eyes turned to Si-bi standing next to the bed.
Suddenly, Jang Il-so’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Well. “Why are you shaking so much?”
“Lord Ryeo….”
Shibi’s face, which was already pale, was now almost blue.
“Are you not feeling well? “Let’s go and get some rest.”
“Oh no, Lord Ryeon! How dare I….”
“Tsk tsk.”
Jang Il-so clicked his tongue as if he felt sorry. Unlike the way he looked at the warriors below the stairs a moment ago, his gaze was very gentle.
“Then go and get me a stronger drink. “The bloody smell on my body is so strong that I can’t feel anything.”
“I will do that.”
“There is no need to rush. “Go slowly.”
“yes.”
As Shibi hurriedly ran outside, turning pale, Jang Il-so chuckled.
“I don’t know why those kids are so scared of me.”
In fact, there was a lot to question.
Aren’t there a lot of tyrants who easily kill or harass lowly quarrels? However, Jang Il-so never once killed a civil servant who had not learned martial arts. I have never coveted that body, nor have I ever tormented it on a whim. When the civil servants stopped working, they even gave them large sums of money.
Nevertheless, it was very interesting to see the gaze looking at him still filled with fear.
“What do lowly things know? “It’s just difficult to look at.”
“Tsk tsk. “You’re doing it again.”
Jang Il-so sighed lightly.
“It’s not mean. “Why do you keep calling children who are doing their jobs well so low?”
“….”
“The word lowly is not a word to use for children like that. “This is only for those pigs who do things that don’t fit the topic and take up too much space.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Don’t just say things, try to understand, alias.”
Jang Il-so scolded me. However, Hu Jiaming looked at him without any change in expression and then opened his mouth.
“Ryeonju.”
“Speak.”
“…Do you plan to continue the execution tomorrow?”
“Are there still about two days left?”
“That is the plan.”
“Then you should do it. Sigh. “I feel frustrated because I have to sit all day… I guess this is what a position called Ryeonju is like.”
“The loss is too much, Lord Ryeon.”
After hearing those words, Jang Il-so suddenly smiled brightly.
The face reflected in the swaying lamp was even more magical.
