The empty space suddenly became extremely quiet, and you could hear a needle drop.

People looked at Ning Feng's figure with disbelief, looking at his every move incomprehensibly.

The atmosphere became serious and depressing, and in this atmosphere, there were still deep doubts emerging in their hearts.

How dare he?

This is the judgment hall, the final destination for liars. No one can speak words that go against his or her heart here.

That is to say...

This young man really has no respect for the trial court in his heart, and he even feels that this interrogation is a process of imposing charges.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers...

How brave!

If it weren't for Ning Feng's sincere question, his current behavior alone would be considered a provocation to the trial.

But now, because it was Ning Feng's question from the bottom of his heart, he was in trouble.

Is he being disrespectful to the Inquisition?

yes.

Should he be punished?

yes.

Can the Tribunal take action to punish now?

...I really want to take action, but I can't.

No matter what means are used behind the scenes to punish Ning Feng, at least now in order to maintain its own fairness, the trial court has no reason to convict him.

This wave!

This wave of barefoot people who are not afraid of wearing shoes is the trial court who shot itself in the foot.

Some eyes secretly glanced at the judge sitting at the top, wearing a strange one-eyed mask.

They are looking forward to this person's reaction.

As for whether the Tribunal ever persecuted a small Watch Club operator...

joke.

What kind of existence is the Trial House, and who are you?

Want to make such a false accusation against you?

They were curious about how the adjudicator would respond to such a question.

Is it anger?

Or ignore it?

The result did not surprise most people.

The judge did not get angry, nor did he correct Ning Feng's question. He just looked at him quietly for a while, and then continued:

"This is not the time for you to ask questions, and you are not qualified to ask questions at this moment."

There was no fluctuation in the voice, just like handling a small official business normally.

This is right!

The Adjudicator has seen too many criminals, what kind of guy is there among them?

Even if it's a guy whose mind is really twisted, it's not like he's never seen it before.

No matter which judge they are, they are all cold-blooded beings who have personally sentenced countless sinners.

They will not be shaken by personal relationships, and even if the people standing underneath are their own relatives, they will not hesitate.

This is how they were chosen.

If such a bloodless and tearless existence loses its composure over such a trivial matter, that would be a real weird thing.

After a pause, the adjudicator added:

"You have the right to refuse to answer, but you also know what the consequences will be."

The cold voice echoed, without any threat, but it sent chills down the spine.

This is a naked conspiracy.

Only if you answer can you have a chance to clear yourself of suspicion.

Otherwise, you will be a "suspect" until then.

And once you answer, everything will be exposed to the eyes of others, and there will be nothing to hide.

And if you have to hide your own secrets in the trial hall, can you do it?

it is also fine.

Just avoid the other party's questions.

But you want to avoid answering, and you want to avoid suspicion?

Then you are thinking too much.

Don't take the initiative to say it?

Then go and explain to the big brother in the interrogation room.

There, there is not only low-level physical torture, but also the transformation of the soul.

Obviously all he saw was the weird vertical pupils, but Ning Feng felt the cold gaze behind the mask.

Looking down at himself from above.

Choose.

Just struggle hard.

"…………"

He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. Ning Feng's figure looked extremely small in the empty space.

Weak, powerless, lonely.

No one thinks highly of him, no one cares about what he thinks, all they expect is his weak and weak resistance.

Buzz.

While he was silent, a white bone hourglass appeared in front of Ning Feng.

The hourglass inside remains little by little with the passage of time.

"Operator, make your choice."

This is the ultimatum.

There was still no answer. Ning Feng lowered his head and quietly stared at the sand falling in the hourglass, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The grains of pale sand look ordinary, but if you look carefully, you can find the mystery inside.

They are compressed soul crystals.

Broken souls full of sin and stained with blood, after ending their sinful lives, were put into the hourglass to serve as sand.

sad.

Is this a reminder to Ning Feng to pay attention to the time?

No, this is just telling him his future fate.

Still bowing his head in silence, Ning Feng kept his movements unchanged, looking like he was overwhelmed by the momentum.

The look in Ning Feng's eyes gradually took on a sarcastic tone.

It's just a silver pewter gun tip.

After realizing my own weakness, I was so frightened by the huge gap that I couldn't even react.

Although they didn't know why they were called to attend the meeting this time, the result was really disappointing...

Boring.

"In that case, I will answer."

And just before the last grain of sand fell, Ning Feng, who had kept his head down, suddenly spoke.

Raising his head, facing all kinds of eyes, he responded to the previous questions in a calm tone, sentence by sentence.

"I concealed the information I provided before, but the concealed part will not help the incident in any way."

"This includes the fact that I am actually a second-level awakener, not the reported first-level strength..."

Meticulous and rigorous in counting his "concealments".

"If destroying the altar can be considered a part of it, then I am indeed."
To be continued...