手里提着鬼头大刀

        刀已经磨过了

        刃口泛着寒光

        上面抹了油

        一滴一滴往下淌

        监斩官坐在棚子里

        面前摆着案桌

        桌上放着令箭

        日头升到三竿高

        监斩官抬头看天

        然后他拿起令箭

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