After murderer Chen Shiying is executed by firing squad, he transmigrates to the court of the Kaifeng Prefecture in the Song dynasty.
On the bench sits a dark-faced official nearing sixty, with a crescent moon on his forehead, a long beard, and a stern gaze. He shouts, “Guards! Bring out the Dragon-Head Guillotine!”
Chen Shiying looks around. “Am I about to get beheaded?!”
“Lord Bao! My name is Chen Shiying. I’m Chen Shimei’s twin brother, not that notorious scumbag from the ages!”
But then he realizes he’s a mute.
“Great. I just got shot, and now I’m about to get chopped.”
Just then, someone calls out, “Imperial decree!”
Phew, saved!
“Close the doors!”
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You are on the way to changing your name! !
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When someone spits on you, there is no reaction. Good temper! ! You are on the way to changing your name! !
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