Chapter 70: Audacity, Four Taboos!

A butcher actually wants to change his career to become an executioner?

This made Deng Haisheng a little confused, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Are you here to make fun of me? You can make a lot of money from killing pigs every month, why do you do such dirty work?"

"Haha!"

Wei Hong smiled and poured himself a glass of wine.

Although the executioner's job is the same as that of a butcher, it is killing.

But there are huge differences in many aspects.

After all, one kills people and the other kills pigs.

Although the butcher is dirty and tired, he earns a lot and walks out decent.

Executioners kill people all year round and are full of evil spirits. Most of them have a bad temper and are addicted to alcohol. It is also rumored that they are unlucky for their relatives and parents, so most of them can't even marry a wife and have to be lonely all their lives.

At the same time, executioners are involved in too many lives and are likely to encounter dirty things!

So being a butcher these days will make people envy, but being an executioner is a low-class job, and it will only make people disgusted when you go out.

Deng Haisheng really couldn't understand why Wei Hong would jump into this fire pit.

"Don't mess around, kid." Deng Haisheng couldn't help but persuade: "You are only 17 or 18 years old this year, right? If you become an executioner, it will be difficult to get married in the future. Which good family will marry their daughter to someone who kills people every day?"

"I don't care about getting married!" Wei Hong smiled indifferently: "To be honest with Master Deng, I actually have a bloodthirsty disease since I was a child. I can't control my emotions if I don't kill for a day, so I chose to be a butcher. But now killing pigs is not enough, I want to kill people!"

"Hiss!"

Deng Haisheng took a breath of cold air and felt his scalp tingling.

What kind of weird disease is this? Can't he be a born madman?

There are always some people in the world who are well-dressed but cruel and bloodthirsty. I didn't expect Wei Hong to be such a person. Deng Haisheng subconsciously felt a chill.

Such people can't be provoked!

"My dear nephew!" Deng Haisheng smiled and said, "It's not good to do our business. It's easy to offend people and get into dirty things. You should think about it carefully."

"No need to think about it. I just want to kill people!" Wei Hong was too lazy to talk nonsense. He took out a silver note of 100 taels and slapped it on the table: "Master Deng, the small apprenticeship fee is not a respect. You don't have to worry that I will get sick. After all, I just want to kill people openly. I won't do anything to commit crimes."

"This?"

Deng Haisheng's expression changed for a while.

Finally, he smiled calmly and accepted the silver note.

"Okay!" Deng Haisheng nodded and said, "Since my dear nephew wants to learn, then I will do my best to teach you."

After that, he couldn't help but take a sip of wine, and then said with a strange expression: "There are still people who are eager to be executioners these days? It's really strange. In the past, we were not poor and destitute. Who would do such dirty work?"

"Everyone has their own ambitions!" Wei Hong chuckled.

"That's right, everyone has their own ambitions." Deng Haisheng said no more, and said directly: "We executioners are nominally under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Justice, but we have no rank or salary. We are just registered in the Ministry of Justice and are ready to work at any time."

"Usually, we are rewarded with 2 cents for beheading a person. When we meet the prisoner's family, they will give some red envelopes when they collect the body. There is no other income, so most of the time we live in poverty and have to find other ways to support ourselves."

"If you want to be an executioner, it's easy. I will find someone to record you in the list of the Ministry of Justice. Just practice your hand in the name of my apprentice."

Wei Hong smiled with satisfaction.

As the saying goes, money makes the devil work, and the ancients are not deceiving me!

As long as you are willing to spend money, isn't it easy to be an executioner part-time?

"My dear nephew, do you want to learn beheading or wielding a knife?" Deng Haisheng asked again.

"What does wielding a knife mean?"

"Beheading is about exertion, while wielding a knife is a technical job." Deng Haisheng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Do you know about the death penalty by slow slicing? A small knife is used to cut the prisoner's body three thousand times, and the prisoner must not die during the period, otherwise the executioner will have to pay with his life. Those who are not from the family tradition dare not wield a knife."

"No need to be so troublesome." Wei Hong waved his hand indifferently: "I just want to chop off the head and see blood, and I am not interested in wielding a knife by slow slicing."

"Okay!" Deng Haisheng breathed a sigh of relief: "If you want to learn to wield a knife, I really have to spend some time to teach you the family craft for the sake of the one hundred taels of tuition. Since you only want to learn to chop off the head, it is much simpler."

"You kill pigs all day in the butcher shop, and you are also a martial artist, so your knife skills should be pretty good. When chopping off the head, you only need to aim at the third section of the back of the neck!"

Wei Hong raised his hand and touched his neck.

He probably had a rough idea in his mind. With his sword skills, it was not difficult to hit here. He would make sure that the prisoner's head would fly off with one stroke of the sword, and there would be no delay at all.

"What if the prisoner is strong and his skin is invulnerable to swords and guns when beheading?" Wei Hong continued to ask.

Deng Haisheng sneered while eating braised beef: "What does it matter if he is strong? On the first day of entering the prison of the Ministry of Justice, he will have to use iron chains to pierce his scapula, and his tendons of hands and feet will be disabled. He will be tortured in prison for a period of time. Even a strong person in the innate realm will be neither human nor ghost."

"And the one used for beheading is the special black gold and black iron ghost head sword made by the Ministry of Justice. This thing can cut iron like mud. No matter how strong the skin is, it can't stop a knife. Don't worry."

Then!

Deng Haisheng talked about many rules and taboos of the executioner.

Rule 1: Don't talk to the prisoner, let alone look at the prisoner.

Rule 2: Before the execution, one must drink alcohol and spray the knife with it. The alcohol is a mixture of strong liquor and black dog blood, which has the effect of covering up the resentment.

Rule 3: Before the execution, you must worship the heaven and earth and ghosts and gods to avoid being entangled by karma.

Rule 4: After the execution, you cannot turn back all the way back to the yamen. When you arrive at the yamen, go to the main hall and let the yamen runners beat you with a board, in order to beat away the wronged souls. People call this "beating the evil spirits".

"These are the rules left by the older generation." Deng Haisheng said with a serious face: "If you don't want to be entangled by the weird, you'd better remember them. Otherwise, killing too many people and the resentful souls will come to you to take your life is no joke. There are not many executioners who can have a good end these days."

Wei Hong felt a chill for no reason.

However, he was a bold man and was not frightened by these few words. Instead, he nodded solemnly and said, "Thank you for your teaching, Master Deng. I have taken note of it. I wonder when I can learn to behead people?"

"In a few days, you have also seen the recent situation." Deng Haisheng sneered, "Every time the powerful fight overtly and covertly, there will always be some unlucky people who become scapegoats. There is no need to wait until the autumn to be executed. There are people who fall head every day."

"I will find some connections to put your name on the list in the next two days. I will notify you when you need to behead people. Don't worry about not having heads to be chopped off. I am just afraid that you will be soft-hearted at that time."

"Soft-hearted?"

Wei Hong was slightly stunned, and finally sighed silently.

He is a human being, not a demon. How can he not be soft-hearted when killing people?

In feudal society, families were often confiscated and clans were exterminated. Many women, children, the elderly and the young were obviously innocent but were pushed to the guillotine.

Will he really be able to do it then?