No matter what the reason is, you will be plagued by karma. After death, karma will follow you. Be careful of the sins. This karma fire will burn you to death. If you are slightly less likely, you will be burned by karma fire for several years to decades.

Therefore, no matter how old Gao was doing a business of killing, he had to wear red gloves, which could only ensure that he would not be burned by karma after death and would be safe.

But people are different. Killing the same clan itself is a matter of hindering the harmony of heaven. As long as you raise the butcher knife, it means harming the heaven and harming the truth." ". There is a god three feet tall, and that god is not who it is, but this dazzling way of heaven.

However, there are exceptions. That is the official who gathers the hearts and opinions of the people. If the official ruled that a person was guilty, his crime was revealed and deprived of God of protection for him when he was alive. The difference is that the person who executed the murder was the official. In ancient times, he threw an arrow and shouted out that the official master who shouted to the death of noon and asked for the execution. The executioner who spitted a sip of wine on the ghost-headed sword would be protected by the invisible national fortune and official fortune.

Another type is that when people on the battlefield collide between the country's destiny, killing will not be counted within the punishment of the way of heaven.

And the last one, those who possess magical magic, Buddhism, evil magic, etc., also have complete immunity when killing those who have such abilities.

In addition to the three types, anyone who harms life, especially after life will be punished. Whether it is alive or after death, he will never be able to escape.

In this warehouse, there are not many people who can kill people.

Although these death row prisoners are ordinary people, although they are sentenced first, the law on earth still exists. The destiny of the country and the people will always stay on them before they die. Unless it is the day when the death penalty is executed, at 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 surrounds the altar.

The blood in the center of the altar jumped more and more active, and it really seemed to be alive. The sound of the dong dong dong was like a strong human heart.

Suddenly, everyone in the warehouse heard the voice of the 'big immortal': "Hurry, put in the last sacrifice. Complete the blood sacrifice!"

But the next moment, no one took action.

Everyone was staring at the trembling death row prisoners, and they were really going to kill people! Who would do this?

Wen Yi stopped, her eyes became cold, and her voice was like the cold winter: "Do you want me to come to the blood sacrifice to these people in person? Together with you?"

That sound was what a gentle woman should have? She was cold like a demon, high and awe-inspiring.

But that gaze fell on the municipal party committee shuji. The next moment, the municipal party committee shuji, who had millions of people, actually felt that he was stared at by a flood and beast. If he didn't agree, he would die! Such thoughts jumped out of his mind and told him that this was true! The woman in front of him could really say what she could do.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Yi's eyes continued to wander, falling on the mayor, the deputy mayor, the police chief... These people who are protected by official fortunes, each of them is the role of an executioner in Wen Yi's eyes: "Forty-eight flesh and blood sacrifices, you come and give them flesh and blood! Otherwise I will kill you."

The cold voice was definitely not a joke. After experiencing and seeing the horror of these people, the dignity of the mayor and the glory of shuji were all crushed into the abyss. These people were so terrifying that they seemed to have power that people should not possess in every move.

Fear... became the slaughter above the pride in these people's hearts. As the light sound fell, their pride was easily and calmly broken.

Wang Shuji looked at Wen Yi and sighed: "I didn't expect that he would become an official for a lifetime, but in the end he would become a murderer."

Mayor Sun also smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "Promise me, killing these people can save more people."

"I..." The police chief looked at all this and finally bit his lips and refused Wen Yi: "I refuse."

Wen Yi smiled coldly, not angry at the so-called refusal of the Public Security Bureau. She bent down gently, penetrated her hand deep into the blood pool in the center of the warm altar, and grabbed it for a moment, then grabbed two knives made of blood from it.

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

Wang Shuji closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath, tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Then he held the knife in his palm and shouted loudly: "I order, bring everyone here!!" The voice was a little bit hissing, with strong pain. He claimed to be a good official for his life, but he actually fell to this point.

Mayor Sun, holding the knife made of blood, exhaled a heavy breath and smiled at the police chief beside him, "Old classmate, can't I find the weapon when I use this murder?"

The Public Security Bureau Director just patted Mayor Sun on the shoulder silently. Such a behavior was impolite, but at this moment, Mayor Sun felt a little comfort.

Yes, it can only be comforting. The police chief can only refuse to kill people, rather than stopping them, which means that the problem has already been explained... The situation is so strong!

The blood knife that was originally not much thicker in his hand was like a huge pound in his palm. The atmosphere in the warehouse suddenly suppressed to the extreme.

You should know that in a society ruled by law, they actually have to do such a "primitive" thing, barbaric depriving more than one person of their lives. The executioner is still an official!

This indescribable feeling fills the hearts of every living person.

"Hurry up!!" I'm afraid that only Wen Yi and the "big immortals" who don't know where they don't feel this way, right? So, the voice of the big immortal appeared again.

Gritting his teeth and holding a knife, the gentle and gentle king Shuji, who always looked friendly and gentle, shouted loudly: "Hurry up! The heat of the knife is hot! I want to kill people!" Such a heroic voice was like the bandit leader who occupied the mountain and became king a hundred years ago, but I don't know whether it stimulated blood or the madness after cowardice.

The soldiers who had been waiting one by one, led the death row prisoners with weak legs, dragged to the pangbian of the altar. Wen Yi's voice was like the god of death, and it rang in the ears of the death row prisoners: "With this, their blood, their flesh, and their souls will be melted here and paid tribute."

Yin Dongmei, who was standing at the door, was a little scared and couldn't explain 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 her head and said softly: "Love can make a person crazy, whether it is a man or a woman."

"I don't want love anymore..." Yin Dongmei whispered while biting her lower lip.

"Silly girl, this is love. It's all you want to give." Zhao Zihan said softly with a little jealousy compared to Yin Dongmei who was trapped in fear.

"don't know."

Zhao Zihan reached out to hug Yin Dongmei and whispered: "I'll do it in the future."

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How terrible is killing people?

Only those who have killed people know that with a knife, you can only hear a "puff" sound, and then the hot blood sprays on your hands, followed by the smell of human blood that feels different from animals and rushes into your nose. When you grit your teeth, kill people for justice in your heart, and end the life of another person, as long as you have not yet become a murderous maniac, when you see the living person you grasped with the collar shaking his body and twitching his hands and feet the next moment, you must hold his neck tightly, letting the blood be spurted out with the strong motivation of your heart, if you are still a normal person, you should want to cry, vomit, and faint.

Especially the person who was covered in blood and holding the knife trembled and still had to twitch his hands and feet. It was obvious that he was not dead yet. Use the sharp knife that he didn't know how to describe it. Cut the skull and see the red, white and yellow brains flowing out of the wound. It was like to flow into the blood pool like tofu brain, and after you grabbed the body and threw it into the blood pool. With a "pop" sound, the body was splashed and covered with a mixture of blood and brain plasma on your body.

You will definitely lie on the ground and vomit wildly, wishing you could spit out your stomach and intestines, which might make you feel better.

When you break through such a moral bottom line and end your life with your own hands, what are you left? Is there any morality in your heart? Is there any justice to persist in?

"Wow!" After Wang Shuji did this, he knelt on the ground and spit out a big mouthful, and he didn't even dare to use his sleeve to wipe the filth and objects on the corners of his mouth, because they were also covered with blood.

Immediately afterwards, Mayor Sun also knelt on the other side and repeated the same action.

The other people watching showed unbearable expressions on their faces.

"Come again!" Wang Shuji, who bit his lips, stood up and even wiped the corner of his mouth with his blood-stained hand. The eyes of the decades showed madness.

Wen Yi started to jump again from the first time the two of them took the knife. This time, she sang strange notes in her mouth, with both weird and difficult pronunciation. But as her voice and danced, the sky outside became darker and darker, and the wind and snow began to stop gradually.

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

In the center of the blood pool, as the two living people who were commemorating in, the entire blood pool began to boil.

Gurgling with blood bubbles, gradually a ball of water floated from the center of the blood. The center of the blood ball, which was about two meters long, was beating.

As Wang Shuji stood up and shouted "Come Again", the soldiers around him brought two death row prisoners over again, but this time, the originally young and resolute soldier no longer had peace and calmness on his face.
Chapter completed!