(Ancient style) + (strong female) + (martial arts) + (powerful)
In the high hall,
"Chu Heng! Please plead guilty! The widow Cao Lingyi accused you of insulting her."
Tears welled up in Chu Yumian's eyes, as if they would burst out at any moment.
"I was wronged! This... Was definitely not done by me..."
"It's true that poor people come out of poverty! Keep beating me!"
The several government officials responsible for the escort waved the sticks in their hands without hesitation. Every time the stick fell, it was accompanied by the sound of the wind.
At this moment, Chu Heng was beaten until his skin was torn and his flesh was dripping with blood. Chu Heng's condition at this moment was like a candle in the wind. Chu Heng's vision was blurry. He wanted to open his mouth to shout, but his throat felt as if a steel needle had been pierced, and he couldn't make a sound at all.
He could only open his mouth slightly, and blood spurted out of his mouth like a spring. Chu Heng fell weakly into a pool of blood, as if the whole world was leaving him.
At the last moment of his life, his eyes were fixed on Zhao Huang, who was sitting high in the hall. His eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.
Finally, Chu Heng's eyes slowly closed.
