Section 63, lift the knife, kill!

No matter what the reason is for killing, there must be karma. After death, karma will follow. The sin is cautious and this karma will burn to death. The lighter person will be burned by karma for several years to decades.

Therefore, no matter how the old man did the killing business at the beginning, he had to wear red gloves, which could only ensure that he would not be burned by the industry after death and keep himself safe.

It's different from others. Killing the same race itself is a matter of harming the world. As long as you mention the butcher's knife, it means hurting nature. There is a god when you raise your head three feet. That god is not who it is, but the way of heaven.

However, there are exceptions. That is the official family that gathers the hearts and minds of the people. The official ruled that a person was guilty, and his guilt deprived him of God's protection when he was alive. The difference must be that the person who executed the murder was from the official family. In ancient times, he shouted an arrow to the official who was killed at noon, and the executioner who spit a mouthful of turbid wine on the ghost's head knife would be blessed by the invisible national and official fortune.

There is another kind of people on the battlefield. When there is a collision between the national fate and the national fate, the killing will not be counted as the punishment of heaven.

and the last one, people who have Taoism, Buddhism, evil magic and other spells also have full immunity when killing those who have the same ability.

In addition to the three, anyone who kills life, especially after life, will be punished. Whether it is alive or after death, there is no escape.

In this warehouse, there are few people who can kill people.

Although these death row prisoners are ordinary people, although they are sentenced first. But the human law still exists, and the national fate and people's thoughts always remain with them before they die. Unless it is the day when the death penalty is carried out, that moment. Now, facing the last question, who will kill these living death row prisoners?

Wen Yi danced faster and faster, as if a wisp of wind was around the altar.

The blood in the center of the altar is becoming more and more active, as if it is alive. The thud sound is like a strong heart.

Suddenly, all the people in the warehouse heard the voice of the 'Great Fairy': "Come on, throw in the last sacrifice. Complete the blood sacrifice!"

But the next moment, no one did it.

Everyone stared at the shivering death row prisoners, really going to kill! Who is going to do this?

Wen Yi stopped, her eyes became cold, and her voice was as icy as these nine cold winters: "Do you want me to come to sacrifice these people in person? Together with you?"

Is that voice a gentle woman supposed to have? The cold is like a demon, high and awe-inspiring.

But that gaze fell on the secretary of the municipal party committee. The next moment, the secretary of the municipal party committee, who controlled millions of people, actually felt that he was targeted by a flood and beast. If he didn't agree, he would die! Such an idea jumped out of his mind and told him that it was true! The woman in front of me can really say what she can do.

Then, Wen Yi's eyes continued to wander and fell on the mayor, the deputy mayor, the director of the public security bureau... These are all people who are protected by official luck, and each of them is the role of an executioner in Wenyi's eyes: "Forty-eight flesh and blood sacrifices, come and blood! Otherwise, I will kill you."

The cold voice is definitely not a joke. After experiencing and seeing the horror of these people, the dignity of the mayor and the glory of the secretary have all been thrown into the abyss. These people are so horrible that there seems to be a power that people should not have at all. .

Afraid... It has become the guillot above the pride in the hearts of these people. As the soft sound fell, they shattered their pride so easily and calmly.

Secretary Wang looked at Wen Yi and sighed, "I didn't expect to be an official all my life, but in the end, I would become a murderer."

Mayor Sun also shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Promise me that killing these people can save more people."

"I..." The public security director looked at all this and finally bit his lip and refused Wen Yi: "I refuse."

Wen Yi smiled coldly and was not annoyed by the so-called refusal of the director of the public security bureau. She gently bent down, put her hand deep into the blood pool in the center of the warm altar, grabbed it, and grabbed two knives made of blood from it.

"Use this!" The knife was thrown into the hands of Secretary Wang and Mayor Sun.

Secretary Wang closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Then he took the knife in his heart and shouted loudly, "I order to bring people here!!" The voice was a little hissing, with intense pain. He, who has been a good official all his life, has actually fallen to such a point.

And Mayor Sun took the blood-condensed knife and exhaled a turbid breath. He smiled at the director of the public security bureau beside him and said, "Old classmate, can't I find the murder weapon with this to kill people?"

The director of the public security bureau just patted Mayor Sun on the shoulder in silence. Such a gesture was very rude, but at this moment, Mayor Sun felt a trace of comfort.

Yes, it can only be a comfort. The public security director can only refuse to kill people, instead of stopping people, which has already explained the problem... The situation is compelling!

There were not many blood knives in his hand, but it was as heavy as a thousand in the palm of his hand. The atmosphere in the warehouse suddenly depressed to the extreme.

You should know that in a society under the rule of law, you should do such a 'primitive' thing and savagely deprive the lives of more than one person. And the executioner is still an official!

This indescribable feeling perchs in the hearts of every living person.

"Hurry up!!" I'm afraid that only Wenyi and those 'great immortals' who don't know where they are will not feel this way here, right? Therefore, the voice of the immortal appeared again.

Gritting his teeth and holding a knife, Wen Erya is always a friendly and gentle Secretary Wang roars loudly: "Hurry up! Hot knife, hot blood! I want to kill!" Such a heroic voice is like those bandit leaders who occupied the mountain a hundred years ago, but I don't know whether it inspired the blood or the madness of cowardice.

The soldiers who had been waiting drove the weak-legged death prisoners one by one and pulled them to the side of the altar by dragging. Wenyi's voice was like death, ringing in the ears of the death row prisoners: "Bring here, their blood, their flesh and their souls will be melted and sacrificed here."

Yin Dongmei standing at the door was a little scared and couldn't figure out why. She took Zhao Zihan's hand and asked in a low voice, "Has this sister Wen used to be like this?"

Zhao Zihan shook his head and said gently, "Love will make a person crazy, whether it's a man or a woman."

"I don't want love..." Yin Dongmei bit her lower lip and whispered.

"Silly girl, this is love. It's worth everything you have to pay for." Compared with Yin Dongmei, who fell into fear, Zhao Zihan said softly with a little jealousy.

"I don't understand."

Zhao Zihan stretched out his hand and hugged Yin Dongmei and whispered, "It will happen in the future."

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How terrible is it to kill people?

Only those who have killed people know that with a knife, you can only hear a 'swoop', and then the hot blood will be sprayed on your hand, and then the smell of human blood that feels different from the smell of blood from animals rushes into your nose. When you gritt your teeth, kill for the justice in your heart, and end another person's life, as long as you haven't become a murderer, when you see the living person holding your neckline shaking his body and twitching his hands and feet the next moment, you still have to grab his neck, and let the strong power of the heart. After the blood is sprayed out, if you are still a normal person, you should want to cry, vomit, and faint.

Especially when your hands are stained with blood, holding the knife tremblingly, and you still have to twitch your hands and feet. Obviously, people who are not dead, don't know how to describe the sharp knife, cut the bones and look at the red, white and yellow brain plasma flowing out of the wound, like a tofu brain into the blood pool. You also have to grab the body and throw it into the blood pool. With a 'bang', it is splashed with a mixture of blood and brain plasma on your body.

You will definitely lie on the ground and vomit crazily, and you can't wait to spit out your stomach, which may make you feel better.

When you break through such a moral bottom line and end a life with your own hands. What do you have left? Is there any morality in your heart? Is there any persistence in justice?

"Wow!" After Secretary Wang did this, he knelt on the ground and spit it out. He didn't even dare to wipe the urcorns at the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, because they were also covered with blood.

Then Mayor Sun also knelt on the other side and repeated the same move.

Other onlookers had an unbearable expression on their faces.

"Come again!" Secretary Wang, who bit his lips, stood up and even wiped the corners of his mouth with his bloody hand. The eyes of dozens of years old showed madness.

Wen Yi started from the first time when the two of them cut the knife, and then jumped again. This time, she sang strange notes in her mouth, and the pronunciation was both strange and gistful. But as her voice and danced, the sky outside became darker and darker, and the wind and snow began to stop gradually.

It's like the tranquility before the storm, giving people a great sense of depression.

In the middle of the blood pool, with the beginning of the two living people who entered the memorial service, the whole blood pool began to boil.

There were blood bubbles, and gradually floated up from the center of the blood. The center of the blood mass, which is about two meters long, is beating.

As Secretary Wang stood up and shouted 'Come again', the soldiers around him came to two death row prisoners again, but this time the face of the originally young and resolute soldiers was no longer peaceful and calm.

I'm afraid these people will never forget such a scary thing for the rest of their lives. Maybe this will be a nightmare for these people's lives! But, luckily, you are still alive. What is more valuable than living than those who have died?