Xiao Moer turned to face the people and said, "My mother was wrongly accused. She didn't kill anyone."
He raised his head and looked towards the sky. "If God has eyes, he will not let me die here."
Everyone watched him as he walked step by step to the wooden bench and lay down on it. The guard who was in charge of the execution raised the board and looked at the small body in front of him. Although he felt reluctant, he still brought the board down.
"Pah"...
There was a heavy thud, and only the sound of flesh could be heard, but the person on the stool was gritting their teeth, making no sound.
Everyone around them frowned unconsciously.
"Pah"...
The second board fell, and he still didn't make a sound.
The third board fell...
…
The fifteenth time it fell, the onlookers saw blood-red marks on the little body slowly seeping through the clothes, staining them crimson.
"Young Master Mo'er." Dai Xiang's eyes were red and she was sobbing.
Xue Qian couldn't bear it and turned his eyes away, not daring to look at the clothes on his back that were gradually staining red.
More and more people gathered outside to watch the excitement. When they saw the small body under the board, they said nothing. Even though his back was covered in blood and flesh, he did not say a word from beginning to end.
"I'm afraid this child won't make it."
"That's only twenty boards, there's still a lot to come."
The 21st time the board fell, the guard couldn't help but ask, "If you give up, we'll stop."
"Go on." The soft voice was full of determination.
There was the sound of boards falling, but the child lying on the stool never cried out.
"If it hurts, scream out." someone shouted.
Xiao Moer said with difficulty: "I, don't, feel pain."
Those three simple words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
These three simple words made the people around him feel heartbroken, and they felt sorry for this sensible and filial child.
The two guards who carried out the caning seemed to hit the ground with great force, but in fact it was much lighter.
There was enough blood to be seen by everyone around.
Xiao Moer slowly gathered his internal energy to resist the impact of the falling board.
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Gu Mansion
"What did you say?" Gu Pianran suddenly stood up from the chair and looked at Gu Qing in shock.
"They are preparing to file a lawsuit."
Gu Pianran left the study in a hurry.
The group hurried to the Dengwen Tower, where they were already surrounded by a huge crowd of people.
They stood outside, and the sounds of people's discussions came from all directions.
"Oh my god, there's so much blood."
"This child's filial piety is evident to all."
"I feel so bad for this kid."
"I wonder if he can survive a hundred strokes."
"Although I know the possibility is small, I still want him to get through it."
"Same."
…
When Gu Pianran and his group squeezed to the front of the crowd, they saw a small person lying on a bench. The clothes on the back were stained red, and drops of bright red blood were dripping from the bottom of the bench.
"Give up?" asked the guard.
"No, no, give up." Xiao Moer's voice became weaker and weaker, as if he would die at any time.
The guards felt heartbroken and helpless when they saw how stubborn he was. They were afraid that he couldn't hold on any longer.
Snap, snap, snap...
Xiao Moer's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his small teeth were tightly biting his lips, and his dark and bright eyes showed a sense of unyielding spirit.
Suddenly, the little guy closed his eyes and dropped his clenched fists.
"Young Master Mo'er." Dai Xiang exclaimed.
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