Chapter 347: The Punishment of the Red Stick 2

Wei Sixing nodded, then stood up and stared at Zhang Haotian and said, "When the people of this gang enter, they have a lifelong vow to protect the gang. If it is not for special circumstances, they must not withdraw from the gang. They must give a reasonable reason to withdraw from the gang. Otherwise, they will be regarded as a traitor. As the lord of Huan, Zhang Haotian, as the lord of the third lord, does not think of the great kindness of the dragon head. Instead, he will do something to withdraw when the enemy of this gang is in front of it, which will shake the morale of the brothers in the gang. Moreover, the reasons for withdrawing the gang are unclear. He talks nonsense all over the world, and should be severely punished. This hall decides to ask for a red stick according to the rules of the ancestors."

When he said "Ask a red stick", his voice became louder, and someone below agreed. After a while, six deacon disciples in red dress walked up to the hall, holding the sticks the size of a wine glass and covered with red paint.

When the six deacon disciples walked to Zhang Haotian with red sticks, Wei Sixing shouted: "According to the family rules of the ancestors, Zhang Haotian withdrew from the gang and executed the nine sticks."

As soon as he said this, all the hall masters showed surprise in their eyes. You should know that the punishment of the nine sticks is the highest punishment for the punishment of the red stick. Six great men each had nine heavy sticks, and even the iron man would be beaten to pieces.

At this moment, he saw a man standing up quickly and bowing to Pang Tongxun and said, "Mr. Longtou, although his ancestors passed the nine sticks, according to the classics in the gang, no one has ever been punished for withdrawing from the gang. As the Marquis of Huan, Zhang Haotian was wrong to withdraw from the gang during the gang's disaster, but he did not betray the gang under the rebellion and temptation of Qiu Guang and others, but handed the gang's case according to the rules. He was really not guilty, and I'm afraid that the brothers in the gang will find out, and they will be dissatisfied and no longer do things according to the rules of this gang. At this moment, shaking the morale of the army is a taboo in military strategists. Longtou, you must think twice."

The person who spoke was Xie Yucai, the right sage wise man who presided over Zhang Haotian's introductory ceremony. He was not Pang Tongxun's person, but he was accompliced ​​by the situation and had no choice but to do anything to do in the gang. However, he respected Zhang Haotian as a man. After the execution of these nine sticks, he would be disabled even if he did not die. Finally, he couldn't help but stand up and plead with love.

Zhang Haotian was naturally grateful for Xie Yucai's pleading, but he really didn't expect that Pang Tongxun would attack him at all costs. It could be said that it was a very irrational behavior, which was completely inconsistent with Pang Tongxun's usual gloomy and conspiring personality. Could it be that he had calculated the wrong thing and ended up losing his life here?

At this moment, Pang Tongxun said, "Mr. Xie, I know that you were the one who presided over Zhang Haotian's entry, and he also gave him the "Wings" entry. However, the state has national laws and the rules of gangs. Although I am the leader, I cannot interfere with the law enforcement of the prison hall."

Speaking of this, he sighed again, "But speaking of this, Zhang Haotian is indeed a talent. I have always appreciated him very much. If I die because of torture, I will feel very heartbroken. Let's break the rules and ask Mr. Wei to plead with him and ask him to enforce the law, so that he will not let Zhang Haotian die here."

Wei Sixing heard this, but nodded and said, "Okay, since Mr. Longtou pleads with mercy, Zhang Haotian, you are lucky. This time, you will hit six sticks on your back and three sticks on your chest. Do you accept it if you accept it?"

Seeing Pang Tongxun and Wei Sixing hypocritically sang and played each other, Zhang Haotian knew in his heart that even if Xie Yu did not stand up and pleaded for him, Pang Tongxun would speak. There were muscles in his chest and back that could resist the buffering stick force. However, the internal organs in the human body were all in it. Under these fifty-four sticks, they would inevitably be seriously injured. Pang Tongxun did not want to die here, but if he was seriously injured for a few months after he went back, it would have nothing to do with him.

Zhang Haotian had already experienced Pang Tongxun's insidiousness. He smiled coldly and didn't say anything. He suddenly took off his upper body and knelt in front of the spirit card of the ancestors of Wanhong Gang.

Of course, Xie Yucai could guess Pang Tongxun's sinister intentions, and sighed and returned to his seat.

At this moment, everyone present saw Zhang Haotian's arms were thick, his muscles were raised between his chest and abdomen, and his blood wolf roaring towards the sky, terrifying. He was really a rare man. Whether he was an enemy or a friend, he showed a look of admiration in his eyes, and a trace of incomparable colors flashed through Pang Tongxun's eyes. It was indeed a pity that such a man could not be used by him.

Wei Sixing swears nine incense sticks to the Lingpai, then he grows his voice and says loudly: "Execute, hit the back six sticks."

With his voice, the six deacon disciples came over. Starting from the first person, they held up a red painted wooden stick high, shouted loudly, and then slapped hard at Zhang Haotian's back. This law enforcement disciple had the rule that the person who deliberately let the water off and was subject to double the punishment. Even those who knew each other would not dare to show any mercy.

At this time, the only thing Zhang Haotian could do was to tighten the muscles on his back and resist the heavy blow. Today's level, he had to grit his teeth and survive.

In the history of the Wanhong Gang, few people retreated, and there are no more than three sticks recorded in the classics. The punishment of nine sticks is useless. However, today Zhang Haotian tasted the taste. Even though he had wide shoulders and thick back and had strong ability to resist hits, the wooden stick as thick as a wine glass was hit, and every time he hit, it would be like a muffled thunder exploded in his internal organs, which was so hot that it was so painful.

When I hit the fifth stroke, I heard a "crackling" sound, and the red painted wooden stick broke through it because it was too hard.

The law enforcement disciple hurriedly looked at Wei Sixing, and Wei Sixing said with a cold face: "Change the stick and continue to beat him."

So someone hurried out of the hall and quickly brought a new red painted wooden stick. The disciple took it and beat the last stick. Then he retreated to the back. Then the second disciple continued to beat it. When he hit the fourth stick, the red painted wooden stick in his hand broke like a red painted wooden stick.

In this way, six law enforcement disciples beat the sticks with 6636 sticks, and five people broke the sticks. Zhang Haotian's back was already bloody and bloody, which made people unbearable to witness.

At this time, Zhang Haotian felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back, and the mountain was still burning with raging flames, which made him almost breathless. His chest was stuffy and his throat was sweet, so he naturally suffered internal injuries.

Seeing that the blood from Zhang Haotian's back was flowing on the floor of the hall, but he still knelt down and refused to surrender in the face of the ancestor spirit card. Even Wei Sixing's eyes showed horror, and then he shouted loudly and said, "Take three sticks on the chest."

The deacon disciples had not executed the red stick since they took this position, and they also understood how strong they were just now, so they even broke the stick. Seeing Zhang Haotian standing upright and everyone respected him, they really didn't want to continue to hit him anymore. But when the master ordered the chest to hit him, he did not dare to disobey, so he had to walk in front of him with a red painted wooden stick, and the first person yelled and began to execute the execution.

Although the chest strike is only three sticks, the chest is much weaker than the back’s ability to resist blows. Just now, each blow exploded in the internal organs like thunder. Now, the first blow is like thunder entering the body, and the entire internal organs are shaking and burning, and it is like blood in the body begins to flow backwards.

When the second man's three sticks ended, he suddenly felt a sweet throat and could no longer control himself. With a "wow", a mouthful of blood was spit on the ground, and his internal organs were seriously injured.

Seeing Zhang Haotian vomiting blood, the disciples who executed the execution showed a look of pity in their eyes, but the master did not stop. Who dared to stop, so he continued to hit one after another. After Zhang Haotian vomited the first mouthful of blood, his ability to withstand was getting lower and lower. He vomited four more mouthfuls of blood during the blow, but he was still trying hard to gather the strength between his chest and abdomen, because he knew deeply that if he gave up resisting, the injury he suffered would be so serious that he could not recover. At this time, he had to use perseverance to resist the pain and never give up.

In the end, the two deacon disciples saw that Zhang Haotian's body was covered with blood, but their lips were closed and they gritted their teeth and persevered. They were both shocked and admired. Although they did not dare to let the water go, their movements were slower, which allowed Zhang Haotian to prepare for more time.

When the penultimate deacon disciple finished his third stick, he saw Zhang Haotian opening his mouth. This time he no longer vomited blood, but spewed out a blood arrow, splashing one meter away, under the feet of the incense table that was offering the spirit card. His people could no longer support him and fell to the ground.

When the last deacon disciple saw Zhang Haotian fall to the ground, he stopped going forward, but looked at Wei Sixing and waited for his instructions.

Wei Sixing glanced at Pang Tongxun. Seeing that he looked at Zhang Haotian, who was covered in blood, and did not say anything, he turned his head and shouted: "Come on, get Zhang Haotian up and execute him."

Several deacon disciples had to agree, and then two people wanted to raise Zhang Haotian. However, at this moment, Zhang Haotian's body slowly squirmed and then raised it little by little. Although his waist was no longer able to stand up, his head was high and he had to bear the last three sticks.

At this moment, the ancestral hall was silent. The deacon disciples no longer mentioned it. Even those old men, each of whom had been in the underworld for decades, had seen many ruthless characters, but after being over fifty sticks, they kept vomiting blood and not falling. This was the first time in their life that they had seen it. It was hard to resist.

The last three sticks were finally hit, but the deacon disciple's strength was not as strong as the back hit. It was not that he deliberately let the water go, but that Zhang Haotian, who was covered in blood but still had a firm look in his eyes, was shocked and his arms could no longer help but become weak.
Chapter completed!