Wang Zhifan followed his lead and noticed that the city square ahead was densely packed with people, possibly around two thousand, gathered to watch something. However, due to the limited view from the street, they couldn't see the square's overall situation clearly.
"I smell kerosene... could it be..."
Upon hearing this, Gate's face immediately darkened. He urged his old horse beneath him to speed up a bit.
Wang Zhifan did the same. With his superior perception ability, he roughly guessed what was happening in the square ahead.
A few minutes later, the two passed through the intersection and reached the city square.
Due to the large crowd, they could only stop at the outskirts to watch. Fortunately, being on horseback, they were tall enough to see over the crowd and get a clear view of the low platform in the square's center.
It was a platform made of large stone slabs, with two vertical iron frames erected on it. Two people tightly bound by ropes hung from these iron frames.
