No matter what the reason for killing someone, there will be karma, and after death, there will be karmic fire to follow, and the sins will be cautious and burn to death by this karmic fire, and the milder ones will be burned by karmic fire for several years to decades. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

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

But people are different, killing the same clan is itself an obstacle to peace, as long as you lift the butcher's knife, it means hurting heaven and reason. There is a god three feet above his head, and that god is not who it is, but this clear way of heaven.

However, there are exceptions. That is the official family that gathers the hearts and minds of the people. The official family ruled that a person was guilty, and his guilt was evident and deprived of God's protection when he was alive, the difference must be that the person who carried out the murder was a person from the official family, and in ancient times, the official master who dropped the order and shouted out the noon to the official who opened to ask and behead, and the executioner who spit out a mouthful of turbid wine on the ghost head knife will be invisibly blessed by the national fortune and official fortune.

There is also a kind of people on the battlefield, when the national fortune collides with the national fortune, killing people will not be counted in the punishment of the Heavenly Dao.

And finally, a person who possesses the Dao, Dharma, Evil Dharma, and so on also has complete immunity when killing someone who has the same ability.

Anyone who mutilates life, especially human life, will be punished, whether it is alive or dead, there is no escape.

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

Although these death row inmates are ordinary people, although they have been sentenced first. But the laws of the world still exist, and the fortunes of the country and the thoughts of the people will always remain in them before they die. Unless it comes to the day of execution, that moment. Now, faced with the final question, who will kill these living death row inmates?

Wen Yi danced faster and faster, like a wisp of wind around the altar.

The blood in the center of the altar was beating more and more actively, and it really seemed to be alive. The sound of a thump is like that of a strong human heart.

Suddenly, all the people in the warehouse heard the voice of the 'Great Immortal': "Quick, put in the last sacrifice." Complete the Blood Sacrifice! ”

But the next moment, no one moved.

Everyone looked at those trembling death row inmates in a daze, they were really going to kill! Who's going to do that?

Wen Yi stopped, the gaze in his eyes became cold, and his voice was as cold as this Nine Cold Winter: "Do you want me to personally come to the blood sacrifice to these people?" With you? ”

Where is that voice supposed to be of a gentle woman? It's cold like a demon, high up and awe-inspiring.

But that gaze simply fell on the secretary of the municipal party committee, and the next moment, the secretary of the municipal party committee, who controlled millions of people, actually felt that he was being targeted by a flood beast, and if he didn't agree, he would die! Such thoughts pop out of his head and tell him that it's true! The woman in front of her can really do what she says.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Yi's gaze continued to wander and fell on the mayor, the deputy mayor, and the director of public security...... These people all have the protection of official fortune, and each of them is the role of an executioner in Wen Yi's eyes: "Forty-eight flesh and blood sacrifices, you come to send 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 the secretary were all thrown into the abyss, these people were too terrifying, and they seemed to have the power that people should not have at all.

Afraid...... It has become a guillotine on the pride of these people. As the soft voice fell, it was so easy and calm to crush their pride.

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, killing these people can save more people." ”

"I ......" The public security chief looked at all this, and finally bit his lip and rejected Wen Yi: "I refuse." ”

Wen Yi smiled coldly, not at all annoyed by the so-called refusal of the Public Security Bureau, she bent down gently, put her hand into the pool of blood in the center of the warm altar, and grabbed it, and grabbed two knives made of blood from it.

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

Secretary Wang closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath, tears falling from the corners of his eyes. Then he picked up the knife in his palm and shouted loudly: "I order, bring everyone over!" The voice shouted with a bit of a hissing voice and intense pain. He claimed to have been a good official all his life, but he fell to such a point.

And Mayor Sun held the knife made of blood condensation, and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and smiled at the public security chief next to him: "Old classmate, I used this to kill people, can't I find the murder weapon?" ”

The director of the public security just patted Mayor Sun's shoulder silently, such a move was very rude, but at this moment Mayor Sun felt a little comforted.

Yes, it can only be comforting. The fact that the police chief can only refuse to kill people instead of preventing them has already shown the problem...... The situation is pressing!

There were originally no blood knives in his hand, but they were as heavy as a thousand pounds in the palm of his hand. The atmosphere in the warehouse was suddenly depressed to an extreme.

You must know that in a society governed by the rule of law, it is necessary to do such a 'primitive' thing and brutally deprive more than one person of his life. And the executioner of the execution is still an official!

This indescribable feeling pervades the heart of every living person.

"Hurry up!!" I'm afraid that here, only Wen Yi and those 'great immortals' who don't know where they are won't have such a feeling in their hearts, right? So, Daxian's voice reappeared.

Gritting his teeth and carrying a knife, Secretary Wang, who was always gentle and gentle, yelled loudly: "Hurry up!" Hot knives, hot blood! I'm going to kill! Such a heroic voice is like the bandit leaders who occupied the mountains a hundred years ago, but I don't know whether it stimulates the blood or the madness after cowardice.

The soldiers who had been waiting drove the weak-legged death row prisoners one by one and dragged them to the side of the altar, and Wen Yi's voice sounded in the ears of the death row prisoners like the Grim Reaper: "Bring here, their blood, their flesh, and their souls will be smelted and sacrificed here." ”

Yin Dongmei, who was standing at the door, was a little frightened, and she couldn't tell why. She took Zhao Zihan's hand and asked in a low voice, "Was this Sister Wen like this before?" ”

Zhao Zihan shook his head and only said softly: "Love can make a person crazy, whether it is a man or a woman." ”

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

"Silly girl, this is love. Something worth everything you give. Compared with Yin Dongmei, who was in fear, Zhao Zihan said softly with a little jealousy.

"I don't understand."

Zhao Zihan stretched out his hand to hug Yin Dongmei and said in a low voice, "It will be in the future." ”

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How terrible is murder?

Only those who have killed people know that when you go down, you can only hear a 'plop' sound, and then hot blood will spray onto your hand, followed by the smell of human blood, which feels different from that of animals, and rushes into your nose. When you grit your teeth, kill for the justice in your heart, and end another person's life, as long as you have not degenerated into a murderous maniac, when you see the living person who was grabbed by your collar shaking his body and twitching his hands and feet in the next moment, you still have to clutch his neck to death, and let the strong power of your heart spurt out the blood piece by piece, if you are still a normal person, you should want to cry, want to vomit, and want to faint.

Especially the person who has blood on his hands and trembles and holds the knife, and you have to use the person who is twitching his hands and feet, and it is obvious that he is not yet dead, with that sharp knife that I don't know how to describe, cut open the skull and watch the red, white, and yellow brain pulp flow out of the wound, like a tofu brain flowing into the blood pool, you still have to grab the corpse and throw it into the blood pool, with a 'poof' sound, the body is splashed with a mixture of blood and brain plasma on the body.

You're going to get on the ground and vomit like crazy, and you're going to vomit out your stomach, which might make you feel better.

When you break through such a moral bottom line and end a life with your own hands. What are you left with? Is there still morality in the heart? Is there still justice that is insisted on?

"Wow!" After Secretary Wang did this, he knelt on the ground and spit it out, not even daring to wipe the filth and things from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, because they were also covered with blood.

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

The other onlookers all had unbearable expressions on their faces.

"Come again!" Secretary Wang, who bit his lip, stood up, and even wiped the corner of his mouth with his bloodstained hand, and the eyes of dozens of years old people showed madness.

Wen Yi started beating again from the first time the two of them went under the knife, and this time, she sang strange notes in her mouth, and the pronunciation was both weird and awkward. But as she sounded and danced, the sky outside grew darker and darker, and the wind and snow began to gradually stop.

It's like the calm before a storm, and it gives people a great sense of oppression.

And in the center of the blood pool, the entire blood pool began to boil as the two living people who entered the sacrifice began.

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

As Secretary Wang stood up and shouted 'Come again', the soldiers around him once again brought over two death row prisoners, but this time the faces of the originally young and resolute soldiers were no longer peaceful and calm.

Such a frightening thing, I'm afraid these people will never forget it for the rest of their lives, maybe it will be a nightmare for these people for the rest of their lives! But, luckily, you're still alive. What could be more valuable than being alive than those who have died?