The setting sun is like blood, rippling in the vast sky.
On the guillotine, Lin Fu was tied up with five flowers, the tendons of his hands were destroyed, and his fingers were nailed to the prison car.
Surrounded by a dark crowd of onlookers, they were whispering and discussing.
"Is this Lin Fu? I heard that he designed the 'Xingshu Machine Furnace' and was almost made a national master, but now he is going to be beheaded. It is really unpredictable."
"What we, the Tianjian people, are most afraid of are those skilled craftsmen. This Lin Fu can be considered a victim."
Lin Fu's face was full of unwillingness and anger, but there was an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
He was once the youngest mechanic in the Great Chu Dynasty, but because he designed the "Xingshu Mechanism Furnace" that could operate autonomously, he was feared by the Si Tianjian. He was framed as a "privately manufactured demon machine to bring trouble to heaven", and now he has ended up like this.
The executioner held the rusty sword high, the cold light flashing, and it was about to fall.
Lin Fu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared to face the last moment.
However, just as the blade was about to touch his neck, a strange force surged out of his body, as unstoppable as a volcanic eruption.
