This is the punishment of the eavesdropper, a kind of "lynching" that is ingenious and takes a different path. Mastering such a ruthless method requires enough time to temper, just like cooking a "delicious meal".

When a person first learns a "good dish", he must be full of joy, but he always fails to grasp the essentials when he puts it into practice. It is often very different from what has been passed down to those who came before it. But even so, it is necessary to persevere to the end and never give up. Finally, the cooked dishes can be five or six points like a god, seven or eight points together.

Until after countless failed exercises, when the heat, technique, timing, and quality are all exactly right, you can calmly and deal with it freely.

The same goes for killing.

Some people are born with a keen sense of smell for blood, like a hunter lurking in the night, waiting for the moment when the prey reveals its flaws. He jumped out of the shadows and pounced on him, biting down on the throat of his prey, enjoying the moment of blood gushing.

Others, on the other hand, can only clumsily repeat the initial failure. They had to practice over and over again, from easy to difficult. But this process is undoubtedly extremely difficult, and they choose a path of no return that others dare not choose, cannot choose, or do not want to choose.

The strip is narrow and rugged, full of thorns, and there are countless hidden pile traps. Some people fell at the beginning, some fell on the road, and only those who did their best to seize that glimmer of life can go from purgatory to the world.

In this world, there is no peach blossom source

When they came out, the storm changed color. They may be your friends, relatives, masters, or even your disciples, enemies, neighbors, or neighbors. They won't tell you about the process, and they won't tell anyone about the pain.

Once a person has crawled out of purgatory, there is no past. What awaits them is a new "brilliance" to be created again and again.

This "executioner", or murderer, is such a "ghost" who crawled back to the world from purgatory. He hides by your side and lives a simple or monotonous life every day, which makes people who have been in contact with him relax their vigilance.

But it seems that everyone is a little lax, and in troubled times, this laxity is often fatal.

If ordinary people want to get ahead, they often choose to gain fame. And some people, who have no way to go out of school, fall into the countryside and start the business of robbing homes and houses. If you add a little luck, you can mix in a gang, a sect, or a faction.

The beast that turns from darkness to light often knows how to forbear.

They will erase their unbearable past and live the life they once longed for, so leisurely and comfortable. They may open a pawnshop and do business in the dark. Or open a wine shop, welcome the send-off, and greet each other with a smile. Behind the scenes, he is still in the business of killing people and selling goods.

But in your opinion, they are just such ordinary people. He would also get up early and shout, scoop a scoop of water into his mouth, gurgle and squirt. They will also bargain for a few copper coins, and fight for a short fight for a parent.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the more sparse and ordinary things are, the more intriguing secrets are hidden behind the scenes. Because, they always like to ponder the "story" behind it.

In the same way, the filth in front of Gu Xing and Lingling's eyes, people just lay here silently. No matter how much you care about your dress and appearance before you are alive, when you have completely swallowed your last breath, it has nothing to do with you.

You have completely drawn a line with the troubles of the world, and even the body that has landed on you in the world will be regarded as a burden to the ground.

The two men collapsed into the foul filth, and the filth that gushed out from between their hips splattered to the ground. Gu Xing recalled the scene before the two of them died at this time, and the pain was self-evident.

Lingling had no intention of investigating at all, and looked like he had been interested in the hot, round stuff not long ago. Gu Xing knew that for a girl, this was undoubtedly too disgusting, and even he couldn't bear it.

But out of the instinct of the healer, as well as the unquenchable curiosity, Gu Xing still leaned over. As I had just discovered, there was a small hole in the left and right ears of the two of them, oozing with white blood.

It's just that I was disturbed by the filth of the land just now, and I didn't investigate it so carefully.

Now it seems that this veteran has done something interesting. If these two people were stabbed to death, a lot of fun would probably be lost for him. It's like his obsession with something, which has been the same for decades.

Perfectionist, a critique of the injustices of the present world. Or maybe he was on another mission, wanting to add some spice to this mundane action.

That's right, just like the people in Shu are so spicy, Wu Di likes salty and fresh, but the north and south of Jiangsu can't put down that touch of honey, this is the same reason.

He used his unique insights on "cooking" to prepare a "visual feast" for those who came after him. If the "half-section stall" is just an "hors d'oeuvres", and the alley is a "dessert before a meal", then this is the first "hard dish" he came up with, which is refreshing and unforgettable.

This "everyone in the world", in addition to stabbing the ears of the two people with the most ordinary chopsticks, also used the wrist with hidden internal strength, so a stir, like mixing meat filling, in different directions, back and forth.

But where can the human head withstand this kind of toss, and poke it down the ear canal, the space that can play is too narrow. So he did another thing and made the piercing a little bigger.

It's good to do this, it's easy to do.

Maybe he felt that the whispering of the two hindered his temperament, or the two of them chattered and cursed before they died, or the two of them desperately begged for mercy. Although it is only a few bits, it makes this person very annoying.

lifted it from the dantian in one breath, and roared at the ears of the two people who had been stirred up with an internal exercise similar to the roar of a Buddhist lion.

The sound fell, and there was silence, only the "poof" and "tick-tock".

When they had been stabbed to death, the man stepped aside, watched them twitch with great interest, until he was overwhelmed by the filth of the place, and then left slowly. In the end, mixed with the group of "ordinary people" not long ago, it looked lively.

When Gu Xing told the "truth" he had discovered, even Ling Ling, who had always been calm and calm, felt a chill down his spine.

It's not that she hasn't encountered big cases, important cases. Although he has only been in the capital for a short time, and he has only joined the Heavenly Prison Division for more than a few months, he has already handled dozens of large and small cases and personally tortured dozens of prisoners.

According to incomplete statistics, there were only five prisoners who were tortured to death by her.

But these five could no longer be called human beings, and when all five of them were carried out of the Heavenly Prison Division's torture cell, some of them were burned to charcoal, and they were still bubbling with the smell of burnt meat. Some of them lost their limbs and were made into human beings and placed in honey jars, and tens of thousands of ants were thrown into this honey jar, crawling back and forth.

Others were picked off the tendons of their hands and feet, hung on iron hooks, and placed under the charcoal fire, and endured the torment of being burned. Some were gouged out of their eyes, and boiling water was poured over and over again, screaming in pain.

And the worst one, only half of his body remained, and his internal organs were put aside, and he couldn't completely die. His head was hoisted, he stared at his body, and felt the pain of being deprived of his life little by little.

And all this is really a little pediatric compared to the current one. What Lingling does is a category that ordinary people dare not think of, but have to accept. And this one, with a mind that ordinary people can't understand, tortures strangers to death.

The gap between people is infinitely stretched and magnified at this moment, and it never disappears until the end.

Gu Xing suddenly felt that his body was hot, and he had been frightened just now, and he had forgotten the sequelae left by the python blood. I don't know if it's an auditory hallucination or an illusion, and the words of the mask senior of Mingyue Lou sounded, "If you don't control it anymore, you will explode and die." ”

There was a fire burning in Gu Xing's heart at this time, but Lingling, who was standing far away, ignored Gu Xing's movements. She was just thinking about why someone's means were better than herself, so this was by no means his last "masterpiece".

He's going to keep killing

At this time, Gu Xing had retreated to the corner of the pavilion, curled up and squatted on the ground, his lips were white and shivering, but his body was steaming hot because of the rapidly rising temperature.

Lingling didn't want to take care of it, but he didn't want to and couldn't step over this filth. Second, if this person dies, he can also do errands. But then he thought about it, what if his past was related to himself

Before he had time to explore his past, wouldn't it be too cheap to let him die for no reason, the thinking of madmen and killers is strange, and if there is so much cold-bloodedness, it will be even more elusive.

At this moment, only he can save him, but he doesn't know how to save him.

At the moment of hesitation, a person came from the broken window. Gu Xing had lost his ability to resist, but he kept shivering, his eyes twitched, and there was foam in his mouth. The person who came was wearing a simple bronze mask, and it was Mo Ye who was just outside the main altar of Mingyue Tower and the door of the second floor.

When he heard that Nalan had sent Gu Xing to investigate, he was a little worried. It's not because of the strange things that happened here, but because I was worried that Gu Xing couldn't control the blood of the python that couldn't be refined in his body, and he would go berserk or explode to death.

It's just a matter of going berserk, and if you take action to restrain it, you can calm things down. If the body explodes and dies, then the real person dies like a lamp going out. Personal matters are small, and if you die, you will die, you can only say that the master-apprentice relationship is thin, if you miss the big plan of Mingyue Tower or Lonely Roaring Heights, then you can't afford it.

Therefore, even if Mo Ye expected that Nalan knew that Gu Xing was different, but he didn't stop it, he must have another plan, but he had to come forward to find out the truth. As soon as he came to the West City Gate with his front feet, he vaguely noticed a familiar aura.

It's just that the owner of this breath is too cautious, and he hides his figure again and disappears in the gap when he is just noticed. Mo Ye was not interested in being too attached to this pile of "messes", and when he heard someone whispering in the pavilion, he rushed all the way, and happened to see Gu Xing's miserable situation.

And that Lingling, seeing that the person who came was Mo Ye, was also happy to watch from the wall, and no longer thought about whether to meddle in the matter. Although Mo Ye didn't know the face under this person's mask, he could smell the clue from the light fragrance of his body.

Seeing that Gu Xing was already delirious, he whispered, "If he has any strengths and weaknesses, you can't get rid of it." Ling Ling still looked indifferent, but the corners of his mouth under the mask rose slightly again, revealing a touch of cunning.