The big bandit in the Red Mansion robbed Lin Daiyu at the beginning

Jia Lian was startled and quickly turned to look in the direction where the sound came from.

He saw the man who was about to execute him.

His heart suddenly tightened, his eyes rolled back, and he was about to faint again.

But the big man was quick-witted and quickly reached out and pinched Jia Lian's philtrum to prevent him from fainting.

While pressing it, he said to the person next to him,

"Quick! Hold him down, don't let him faint!"

Jia Lian was on the verge of fainting, filled with grief and anger.

I am about to die, shouldn't I faint?

But the intense pain in his philtrum stimulated his nerves and made him wake up instantly.

The big man holding the ghost-head sword leaned the sword against his legs.

"Pfft," he spat twice into his palm.

He smiled with his white teeth and said to Jia Lian,

"Don't worry! Even though this is my first time chopping off a delicate young man like you, it will be quick. I guarantee I can chop off your head with one blow. It won't hurt!"

When Jia Lian heard that he was going to be beheaded, he was extremely excited and struggled violently.

But his whole body was tied up like a dumpling on a wooden stake, and someone was holding his head and pinching his philtrum, so he could only make a humming sound.

Under Jia Lian's furious gaze, the executioner raised the ghost-head sword.

Looking at the cold light under the moonlight, Jia Lian subconsciously rolled his eyes.

But the pain in his philtrum prevented him from fainting.

At this moment, Jia Lian's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to curse loudly.

Even if I die, can't I die unconscious?

The big man swung the ghost-headed sword in a circle.

Seeing that he was about to be chopped off, Jia Lian subconsciously closed his eyes tightly.

But at this moment, I heard a rough and frightening voice.

"Hey, take your hands away, or how can I chop you off?"

Press down Jia Lian's philtrum,

"This guy is a fragile person. What if I let go and he faints again?"

"What should I do? I can't cut off your hand too, can I?"

"But if we let this kid faint, wouldn't that be too easy for him?"

"..."

Listening to the argument between the two people, Jia Lian felt like crying but had no tears.

At a certain moment, he suddenly burst into anger.

"What are you guys playing? Can you give me a quick one?"

The two people who were arguing were slightly stunned.

"Oh! He's getting anxious!"

"But he looks so energetic, so he shouldn't be able to faint, right?"

"cut?"

"cut!"

The last voice was Jia Lian's heart-wrenching cry.

Then Jia Lian saw the hand that was holding him move away, and then he saw the executioner swinging the ghost-head sword again.

He gritted his teeth with a ferocious look and slashed towards himself fiercely.

At this moment, Jia Lian quickly reviewed his life in his mind.

But I was shocked to find that there was nothing to look back on in my life?

I laughed out loud with grief and anger in my heart.

Then I heard a bang.

Jia Lian felt a blackness before his eyes.

The last thought in my mind was,

Is this what death feels like?

It doesn’t seem to hurt yet!

But vaguely, he seemed to hear a burst of laughter.

Someone else seemed to be talking.

"Huh? You're not really scared to death, are you?"

"Let me see..."

……

When Jia Lian opened his eyes again,

A familiar and surprising voice came to my ears.

"Second Master, you're awake!"

"Second Master is awake!"

Jia Lian slowly opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and saw his servant Zhao'er and others standing in front of him.

I couldn't help but open my mouth slightly.

"Why, you all died too? As expected, Qingfeng Village didn't let you go either?"

Then he looked around and said confusedly,

"Is this the legendary underworld? Why does it feel no different from the living world?"

Zhao Er choked with emotion and said,

"Second Master! You're not dead! You're still alive!"

"This isn't the underworld either. This is the residence of Lord Lin, the Yangzhou Salt Inspector!"

"Oh! Not dead!"

Jia Lian responded, then suddenly opened his eyes wide and sat up.

He touched his whole body and then his face.

Looking at Zhao'er, he asked anxiously,

"Zhao'er, am I really not dead? Do you think my head is still there?"

Zhao Er looked at Jia Lian with some worry.

"Second Master, are you okay? Please don't scare me!"

"If something happens to you, how am I going to explain it to Second Grandma when I get home?"

Jia Lian felt that he was not really dead, so he pinched his thigh hard.

"Sigh~~~"

He gasped in pain and looked at Zhao'er excitedly.

"Haha, I'm not dead! I'm not dead?!"

"Hahaha!"

It took Jia Lian a long time to calm down after surviving the disaster.

After asking Zhao'er, I found out that

original,

Zhao'er found the Salt Administration Office last night and stopped the sedan chair of the salt inspector on duty, who was also his uncle.

Uncle Lin immediately ordered someone to take the silver and go to Qingfeng Village to redeem the person.

By the time Zhao'er and others were called to the Lin Mansion by everyone, Jia Lian was already there.

After listening to Zhao'er's words, Jia Lian patted Zhao'er's shoulder gratefully.

"Good Zhao'er! My love for you is not in vain!"

Zhao Er shook his head and said,

"I am the Second Master's man, so I should share his worries!"

Then he said,

"Master, Lord Lin is not on duty today and is still in the mansion. He said he would come to see you when you wake up. What do you think..."