Death Inquisitor

After all, he was too late to resist the pain of the arm and other organs growing back, and there was still time to listen to what the death judge said.

But it is also conceivable that it is at least dozens of times more sinful.

But the content of the death judge's voice to him just now made Hu Zeheng a little unconfident.

Based on the above, the crime committed by this guy is probably beyond his reach.

Turning his eyes, Hu Zeheng found the black invitation on the desk in front of him.

Can not help but walked over and opened it and looked at it.

Then the scalp is numb.

Dozens of times?

No, it is difficult to judge the criminal gap between them hundreds of times.

After all, the number of deaths on the bright side was more than two hundred times before he was tried.

There are so many people who have taken poison and caused physical effects, it is even more difficult to calculate!

"No wonder, even me, who is also a criminal, has lost sight of it." Hu Zeheng threw the invitation back into the table.

Then he quickly walked to Xu Changsheng's side and punched him on the ground with a punch.

"No, no." Xu Changsheng was dizzy in his head, but he still wanted to stay away from Hu Zeheng instinctively.

Moving on the ground, crawling towards the office door.

"Save me! Come here..."

As he crawled, a long blood stain appeared behind him, which was very appalling.

In the live broadcast room, the audience is still brushing the barrage.

The content is a variety of terrorist penalties.

These are all punishments that they hope to be imposed on Xu Changsheng.

"Poof!" In the live broadcast room, Hu Zeheng has already begun to act.

No one knows that Ye Chen is remotely manipulating him at the moment, and commands are passed by a small portal that opens in Hu Zeheng's ears.

"First pierce the knife into his calf and nail him to the floor. Remember, don't hurt bones, but pierce from the flesh. Because the knife I gave you and your current strength are not enough Pierce human bones."

Ye Chen's faint voice rang in Hu Zeheng's ears.

Then, he thrust the knife in his hand straight to the side of Xu Changsheng's right leg calf.

The sound of entering the meat sounded, followed by a muffled sound of "robbing".

Hu Zeheng was a little embarrassed because he found that after piercing the skin on Xu Changsheng's calf, he could not pierce the knife into the floor below.

Suddenly overwhelmed.

What can we do about it? Without completing the task of death judge, he would not let himself pass the third trial?

Subsequently, his face changed slightly.

Because he found out that Xu Changsheng seemed to be dragged forward by an invisible force.

And because he is still pressing the handle of the knife, Xu Changsheng's stab wound on his calf is expanding towards the ankle!

"Hi! The death magistrate actually shot himself." Hu Zeheng gasped.

Then he quickly increased his strength and fixed the long knife in place.

There can be no more mistakes.

"Ah! No! Don't pull me over, it hurts! Save me! Who will save me!"

Xu Changsheng, the protagonist of this trial, screamed in horror.

The slowly torn wound on his leg made him suffer many times more than normal.

This is much cruel than cutting off a flesh!

He could even feel the feeling of rubbing his own flesh with the cold knife.

After that, there was a lot of pain!

"Don't! Ahhh!" He propped his hands on the floor, trying to stop himself from being pulled forward by the cart.

After all, the knife is fixed in place, so as long as his body does not move, the wound will not be torn.

"Naive, so struggling, it is better to let the knife cut this flesh. Do you not know that the longer you persist, the more pain you will suffer." Hu Zeheng sneered when he saw Xu Changsheng's behavior.

Then glanced at the position of the knife body on Xu Changsheng's calf, which was still fifteen centimeters away from the ankle.

Probably only after getting there, the knife can completely cut this flesh and then leave from the leg.

"Ah!" Xu Changsheng's face flushed, and the fingers on the floor became white with force.

And there was a burst of pain.

That strength is too strong, it is not that he can resist with a few fingers.

"Rao Ming! Judgment Daxian Rao Ming!" Xu Changsheng shouted loudly.

He knew that the death judge must be paying attention to the situation here, and that this strange power must have been done by the death judge.

So he wanted to ask for mercy.

"Forgiveness? I spared your life. Who will spare the lives of those killed by you? What's more, treason and death are all forgiving! Why do you think you can be spared?"

Ye Chen's indifferent voice sounded in the office.

Then, Xu Changsheng screamed out loud.

Because he can't hold it anymore! As soon as the power in his hand was loosened, the person continued to be dragged towards the front slowly.

Then, the blade inserted in the calf slowly cut the flesh behind, as if cutting a layer of cheese.

A large amount of sticky dark red blood flowed away and spread towards the distance.

Others flowed through the gap between the floor and the floor.

"I don't agree, you killed more people than me, what qualifications are there to judge me! I don't agree!" Xu Changsheng shouted loudly, with a terrible expression.

Several attempts to support his body again, but in the last time, he has exhausted too much physical strength.

So the next few resistances ended in failure and could not hold on for even a second.

"It's not me who judges you! It's tens of thousands of spectators throughout the day! Today I'm just the executor of their will. Blame it, blame you for touching the common bottom line of morality and law!" Ye Chen's voice sounded.

But he said the common wishes of all the audiences in the heaven!

"Yes, it is not the magistrate who is trying to judge you today, but all of our audience! You brute try to destroy our genetics and endanger our next generation! Today is the time when we and our descendants avenge you!" ..

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