Song Wen's thoughts, let's set aside for now.
A few heads rolled to the ground, and bloodshed instantly appeared at the threshing ground.
Even though everyone knew those people's deaths were well-deserved, witnessing them being executed like this still left many villagers with pale faces and eyes filled with reluctance.
The Lu and Huang families were even more so; Lu Xuan and Huang Lin looked at each other in panic, both seeing fear and anxiety in each other's eyes, along with some doubt and worry.
But Song Wen did not care about these, and directly said to several strongmen: "Take the corpses outside the village and burn them. These traitors cannot enter our Little Huang Village's cemetery, nor can they enjoy our incense offerings. After death, they will only become wandering ghosts."
"Yes!"
Several strongmen nodded, then gathered the bodies and took them outside the village for cremation.
