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The onlookers shouted, "Little prodigy."

The guard went forward to check Xiao Moer's breath, and when he found that he could not detect any breath, regret and sorrow appeared in his eyes.

Dai Xiang shouted to An Ye, "Untie me quickly."

Dark Night ignored it.

"An Ye, you are so cold-blooded." Xue Qianhong glared at him.

Gu Pianran's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

Letting a child come would certainly arouse the sympathy and compassion of the people, but if he couldn't hold on, his death would be in vain.

In this way, he came here so that he could accompany his mother on the road to the underworld.

"Oh my god, the little prodigy is dead."

"What a poor child."

"He shouldn't have died like this."

…

The guards were about to lift Xiao Mo'er off the stool, but just as they were helping him up, his closed eyes suddenly opened.

"Continue."

When the people around him saw him wake up, they couldn't help but smile.

The guard did not ask again whether he wanted to consider stopping, because everyone present felt his unwillingness to admit defeat and his stubbornness.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Come on, little prodigy!"

"Come on, little prodigy," the second one shouted.

Gradually, this voice spread among the people, and everyone cheered him up in unison.

After the ninetieth board fell, everyone saw that he was on the verge of death. There was a pool of blood under the wooden bench.

"There are only ten boards left, hold on." someone shouted.

"We believe you can do it."

"Little prodigy, you made it through. I, Niu Dazhuang, will treat you to the best beef noodles in Chang'an."

Various sounds of fighting came from all directions, and everyone's hearts were tied to him.

Xiao Moer only felt that his back and buttocks were no longer his own.

Even with the support of his inner strength, he still felt a burning sensation and could feel his life slipping away.

Xiao Moer gritted his teeth and persevered. He didn't have the energy to talk to them anymore. All his energy was focused on luck.

"Ninety-one."

"Ninety-two."

Every time it fell, everyone started counting down.

"Ninety-seven."

"Ninety-eight."

"Ninety-nine."

When the last board fell, everyone in the audience shouted excitedly.

He succeeded and successfully endured a hundred strokes of the cane.

The guard looked at the dying little man on the bench with admiration in his eyes.

Even an adult man might not be able to bear it, but he got through it with his unyielding spirit.

The guard carefully helped Xiao Moer up from the bench.

Now he only needs to go up to the Dengwen Tower and strike the Dengwen drum to fulfill his wish, meet the emperor, and let the emperor personally try the case.

The guard helped him to the steps, let him hold on to the wooden railing, and then let go.

"The rest of the journey depends on you alone."

"Thank you." Xiao Moer gave the guard a weak smile.

The guard really liked him more and more, liked this little guy.

He sincerely hoped that he could successfully climb up the Dengwen Tower and strike the Dengwen Drum.

They watched the small figure climb up the stairs, step by step. When he took the first step, he left a bloody footprint on the stairs. His body was shaky and seemed to fall at any moment.

Dai Xiang cried, "Let me take his place. Let me do it."

Xue Qian followed with red eyes as he looked at the small figure walking up step by step with difficulty.