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The feeling was comparable to the ten most cruel tortures in ancient times.

Zong Ting's face had turned pale yellow from the pain. The immense pain made him want to find a place to crash into the ground and end his life, but he couldn't get up.

He shouted at the vultures with great effort: "Get out! Get out!"

Because of fear and pain, his voice was as hoarse as a broken gong.

The ferocious vultures did not understand human language, and used their sharp claws and long beaks to violently tear off his clothes, the flesh on his chest, the flesh on his face, his scalp, and pecked at his eyeballs...

The pain is indescribable.

He wanted to die but couldn't, and could clearly feel the pain like a knife cutting him.

No, it hurts more than a knife cut.

A cut with a knife leaves a clean wound, while a bite leaves a broken wound that is continuous and painless, a thousand times more painful than a cut with a knife.

To describe it as a life worse than death is already an understatement. Going to the eighteen levels of hell, being fried in a frying pan, or rolling in a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire is no more than that.

Vultures mostly live in Tibetan areas. This is Kyoto. Although it is in the suburbs of Beijing, there are no vultures here.

Obviously, this vulture is man-made.

Only then did Zong Ting truly regret his decision.

I didn't expect that those ordinary little girls and small people like ants, and their descendants, would have such abilities.

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret.

He collapsed on the ground, dying, unable to die or live, and no one responded to his cries to the sky or the earth.

There are more and more vultures in the sky, making it a black mass.

Each of the eight people who were executed had several of them lying on their bodies.

In an instant, there were wailing everywhere and blood flowed like a river.

The bailiffs who carry out death penalty executions have been working for many years, but this is the first time they have encountered such a situation.

They looked at each other, intending to shoot Zong Ting and his ilk again, but were afraid of accidentally hitting the vulture.

Vultures are a first-class protected species. If they are accidentally killed, it is illegal and they will be severely punished by law.

They tried to drive them away using ordinary methods, but to no avail.

In desperation, the bailiffs had to report to their superiors.

The superior said: "As animals, of course they are first-class protected animals."

The answer is obvious.

Zongzhen and his ilk are just beasts and are not as important as vultures.

The marshals waited with their guns in hand until the vultures had eaten and drunk their fill and left on their own.

Ordinary vultures only eat carrion, but these vultures eat living people.

In just a dozen minutes, Zong Ting and his ilk turned into a few skeletons covered in blood, their torn clothes fell to the ground, and the ground was covered with blood.

After eating and drinking, countless vultures circled in the sky before flying away.

The body of a person executed must be collected by his family.

However, the families of Zong Ting and others had already quietly immigrated abroad. Fearing of being implicated, they did not dare to return to China, let alone come to collect the bodies, so the court handled the matter properly.

Qing Hui stood on a secluded path near the execution ground, looking up at the sky.

He borrowed these vultures from his master Dugu Cheng.

He wished he could kill Zong Ting and his ilk with his own hands, but he could only use the vulture to vent his anger.

Even using snakes, centipedes and scorpions was not enough to relieve his hatred.

After the vulture flew away, Qing Hui turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly a male voice came from not far away, "Brother, please stay!"

Qing Hui turned around suddenly, his eyes gloomy, looked in the direction of the sound, and asked: "Who?"

A figure walked out of the woods by the roadside.

The young man, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, had clear features and an outstanding temperament.

The person who came was Murong Heng.

He walked up to Qing Hui, clasped his fists and bowed to him politely, smiled and said, "Our family's enemy was also executed these days. Can I borrow these vultures?"

Qing Hui looked at him coldly, "Who are you?"

"I am Murong Heng..."

Qing Hui didn’t recognize him.

His voice was sinister, "I don't care whether you are horizontal or vertical!"

He turned and left.

Murong Heng said hurriedly: "I will give you a reward."

Hearing that there was money, Qing Hui stopped and asked coldly, "How much?"

Murong Heng held up two fingers, "Two million."

Qing Hui usually took on big business deals, often worth tens of millions, and rarely took small orders like this, so he couldn't help but frowned.

Murong Heng turned two fingers into five, "Five million."

Qing Hui gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

Anyway, he is the master's vulture and he doesn't need to fight in person. It would be a bastard not to make money!

He opened his phone and showed his bank card, "Transfer the money first."

Murong Heng only had three million in his card, and he still needed two million.

It was too late to get a loan temporarily, so he had to borrow from friends. The economy was in recession and many of his friends' companies were going bankrupt or closing down. He had to sell his car and several pieces of antique jade in his store to get the three million yuan.

A penny can make a hero fail, let alone two million?

Seeing that he was not moving, Qing Hui thought he was teasing him, so he snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Murong Heng said hurriedly: "Wait! I'll call right away."

Qing Hui said impatiently: “Hurry up!”

Murong Heng dialed a number on his mobile phone.

The call was quickly connected, and a man's deep and magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, Brother Murong."

Murong Heng was speechless.

He was born with a proud character, and he would never ask for a loan even if he was beaten to death. However, he wanted to avenge his grandfather so much, and wanted Mei Yinchen to not die so easily, but to suffer more before his death.

Seeing Qing Hui was about to leave again, Murong Heng took the risk and said, "Hello, I'm Murong Heng. Can you transfer two million to me? I'll pay you back later."

Yuan Jun said without hesitation: "Send the card number."

Murong Heng was stunned. He didn't expect him to agree so readily.

No one asked him what he was doing or when he would pay it back.

Murong Heng reported the card number and said again, "I will pay you back. I will keep my word."

Yuan Jun smiled slightly, "No need to return it."

Murong Heng said stubbornly: "It has to be paid back. My Murong family has never owed money and never paid it back."

Yuan Jun said, "I know what you want the money for. That old villain appears to be very loyal and kind, but in fact he secretly formed a clique for personal gain and harmed my family. He caused the tragic deaths of my fourth uncle and fourth aunt, caused my uncle to become homeless since he was a child, and caused your Murong family to hide their identities. But it's too easy for him to be executed. I'm very grateful that you are willing to help. I have asked someone to transfer the money. It's not in my account. Please check it."

Yuan Jun hangs up the phone.

Not long after, Murong Heng received the information that the money had arrived.

The amount transferred was not 2 million, but 10 million.

He is in the business of antique jade, gold in troubled times, and antiques in prosperous times.

The antique business is difficult right now, and his store is full of inventory. He hasn't seen such a large cash flow for a long time.

Seeing Qinghui growing impatient, he quickly transferred the money to Qinghui's bank account.

Qing Hui checked the amount and said with a green face, "Wait."

Murong Heng said: "Mei Yinchen will be executed by firing squad at this time one week from now, don't forget it."

Qing didn't respond, but walked forward without looking back, walked to the car, opened the door and got in.

Murong Heng thought that his personality was weird enough, but he didn't expect that there was someone weirder than him.

Just as I was about to leave, someone patted my shoulder from behind.

Murong Heng turned back suddenly.

I saw a tall and handsome man standing behind me. He had delicate features and a heroic look, and looked to be around thirty years old.

It is Qilian.

Qi Lian raised the corner of his lips slightly, "Brother, you are too impatient. I will make sure that old thief Mei dies a miserable death without him taking action."

Murong Heng looked slightly surprised, "Who are you?"

Qi Lian said: "I am Lu Yancheng, the grandson of the veteran deputy general Lu Xun. You are Murong Heng, the grandson of the veteran deputy general Murong Han."

He extended his right hand towards him, "Nice to meet you!"

As descendants of heroes, we respect each other.

Murong Heng held his right hand, "Nice to meet you!"

Qi Lian pulled out a mobile phone from his pocket, unlocked the password, logged into the online bank, and quickly moved his fingers across the screen, transferring the five million back to Murong Heng.

Murong Heng recognized the phone, it belonged to Qing Hui.

He watched Qing Hui leave with his own eyes, and he didn't even know when Qi Lian took the phone from him.

Murong Heng thought to himself, what kind of strange people are these?

Not human at all!