Upon hearing this, Pei Shaochu suddenly burst into laughter.
"A reason? Haha! What reason do you need?"
"Life is inherently unfair!"
"Those troublemakers have no power, no influence, and no possessions. What difference is there between them and domesticated pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep?"
"They live only to support us."
"I, Pei Shaochu, have studied for so many years, I deserve a bright future!"
"The lives of these lowly people are nothing to worry about!"
"If I gain power in the future, I will be able to save far more people than I have killed!"
Pei Shaochu's words were filled with the contempt of those in power for the common people.
Everything he said was just an excuse to absolve himself.
The soldiers around him showed angry expressions. If Mu Zian hadn't been there, they would have drawn their swords and killed this madman long ago!
Mu Zian suddenly smiled, realizing that there was nothing to say to such a beast.
Just like in this era, those in power cannot resonate with those in power.
Fortunately, one thing has remained consistent throughout history: the principles for dealing with traitors and beasts have always been the same.
He must be subjected to extreme suffering before he will learn to repent.
Mu Zian waved his hand casually.
The next moment, a pitch-black coffin was carried in.
"You beast, you're incredibly lucky to even have a coffin."
The moment he saw the coffin, Pei Shaochu, who had been erect for less than three seconds, trembled with fear again.
What are you going to do?!
Mu Zian rested his chin on his hand, his gaze calmly sweeping over Pei Shaochu's desperate and panicked face, before slowly speaking.
"Scholars should have their own way of dying, which should not be too bloody and disgraceful."
"Besides, being torn apart by five horses or cut in half at the waist and then executed in the marketplace is too quick a death, and wouldn't that be too easy for you?"
"How can you face the innocent souls who died unjustly at your hands?"
Panic began to creep onto Pei Shaochu's face! He seemed to have realized something, and his already pale face, which was pale from blood loss, turned even whiter.
Mu Zian murmured softly.
"Why don't we nail you into a coffin and bury you alive?"
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