It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, and the body is confirmed. The supervisor cut the order, no matter whether you believe it or not, my head has landed. It’s not that I fell to the ground, but that my body and head were separated. , That is to say, I was cut off the head.
But the strange thing is, I can’t be sure if I am dead. What I can be sure is that my soul is at least not knowing it yet. It is so nostalgic for my body that it depends on me. Refused to leave in his head. Fortunately, it did not stay on my chest, otherwise I had to use my lungs to think.
When the executioner’s knife just touched my neck, I was really shaking with fear, you must not laugh at me. It took less than half a second from the sharp blade to contact me to leave me, but my life has changed from quantitative to qualitative. Next, I found myself in a feeling of free fall. I began to spin in the air. During the rotation, I saw my body. How familiar I am with this body. Now, it no longer belongs to me. The cross section of my neck is the first time I have seen it in my life, where blood is continually sprayed, splashing the faithful and honest executioner brother. My limbs are dancing, like dancing, as if punching. Suddenly, my mouth gnawed a piece of dirt, which was really sad. My head fell to the ground, but it was really decent in this way. I bounced a few times on the ground until my position was correct. Fortunately, now I have such a small truncated neck that is directly connected to the ground, avoiding the upside down that I am worried about. Or a terrible situation where people are kicked around.
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Goodbye, my body, now you are being dragged away by them. If you are lucky, you may go to the burial, if you are unlucky, you can only feed the dog. The body left my vision, and all that was left was a large pool of my blood, flowing tirelessly, and finally they would seep into the soil and nourish the lovely grass.
While I was thinking on the ground, I don’t know who grabbed my hair and picked me up. Then I kept dangling, as if flying in the sky, I could only see the guy’s belt, I wanted to curse him out, but half of my vocal cord stayed here, half of it stayed on my body, I The lungs and trachea that convey the airflow also said goodbye to me, so I can only stare at him.
I was hung on the city gate. A thin rope tied the city chop at one end and my hair at the other end. The gate is just a few feet below my chin. The capital is still prosperous. People who travel from south to north must always pass under me. Each of them must look at me. Of course, I have to look at them. Some of these men and women cast a disdainful glance at me; some were taken aback, and then touched their necks, most of them were my kind; others shook their heads and sighed, using me as a negative teaching material Bandai; there are also one or two literati Mo Ke who took the opportunity to make poetic hair, chanting a short life; even more, when I saw me, I spit at me, fortunatelyI was hung up high, otherwise I would have been drowned by spittle.