"Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one..."
The executioner wielded a large plank, while Fang Lanshan stood by, responsible for counting.
Each blow seemed heavier than the last, shocking the entire crowd.
Because this stubborn girl had only let out a grunt when she took the first hit, due to the unbearable force, and after that, she made no further sound.
She endured, she suffered, she had a stubborn temperament, and she had a resilient spirit.
Fang Lanshan felt a sourness in her heart, growing increasingly reluctant. The girl's character was truly admirable.
"Is she alright? Is she dead? Why is there no sound at all?"
"Exactly. About four years ago, there was a woman who pleaded for her husband, but after barely enduring ten strikes, she cried and wailed, admitting regret. But this young girl hasn't made a peep; could it be that she's run out of breath?"
