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To the south of Zhengan City, outside the moat, the Tianwang Temple, which had always been dark and solemn, looked particularly gloomy today. The open area in front of the temple was filled with prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs. Dozens of executioners lined up, standing by the moat not far away, dozens of swords gleaming with cold light and filled with murderous intent. A pile of corpses were lying crookedly along the moat, with blood flowing gurglingly and a fishy wind blowing out. From the tall and dense cypress trees all around, the strange "Jie Jie" calls of jackdaws could be heard constantly. "Next!" Commander-in-Chief Yang Rangli stood at an altar table and shouted loudly. A few feet behind him, under the dripping eaves, sat a group of officials from the Taoist platform to the capital. There was a moment of confusion. Two soldiers stepped forward and pulled one out, removed the rope, and pushed hard.