Chapter 593 - The Flames of War 15

The police officer cursed secretly, turned around and hugged his fist at the monk who had been punched a few times by himself just now.

"Misunderstanding, I hope you will forgive me......"

Before he finished speaking, he had already flown away.

......

"But whoever it is, there will be no mercy to the offender, no matter who it is, as long as it is a traitor, there will be no mercy!"

Many people gathered on the square, and through the crowd, I could vaguely see that on the altar in the center of the square, dozens of people were enclosed in aura, their hands and feet were locked, and they knelt on the ground, scarred, and the wounds were shocking, obviously, they had been tortured.

When the law enforcers heard this, they naturally supported it, and one or two took the lead in shouting;

"Kill, kill, kill......"

Someone started, naturally someone followed, no, as long as it was the people of Changhong Academy, they all shouted.

"Kill ......"

Full flood.

Looking at the crowd in the square, the law enforcer who spoke raised his hand and stopped everyone.

As soon as the voice fell, the square fell silent, and the monk continued;

"These people deserve death, but there are still many of our enemies who are still at large, and there are still many traitors who have not been found one by one, but in order to maintain the dignity of the academy, we are willing to go to the soup and the fire, and we will not hesitate!"

Establish a lofty image, which is what the world wants, fame! Although fame is so fragile and famous, many people are willing to pay the price.

"Today, we are only executing these accomplices, and the key criminals will be interrogated by the elders themselves!"

In this way, most people will understand, no wonder an important big man has not seen it, they are all lower-level managers.

However, there were still a few monks in the inner courtyard, and a few elites in the outer courtyard were also present.

"With the blood of the enemy, comfort my Changhong Heroic Spirit!"

"Kill, kill, kill......"

Several law enforcers didn't say much, and directly raised their knives, and several prisoners had already stained the altar with blood.

There are no complicated rituals, it seems that it is simply to kill a few people.

Dongqing's body was incomplete at this time, the wounds on his body were all over the place, every wound was shocking, his face was so swollen that he couldn't even recognize his mother, and in his silent eyes, there was only sluggishness, and several people around him fell, but he didn't react, and his eyes were out of focus.

The monk standing behind him, after receiving the order, raised the cold and glittering broadsword in his hand and swung it towards Dongqing's neck.

"Wait......"

Just when the blade touched Dongqing's neck, an unhurried voice came, and the long knife stopped on Dongqing's neck, and a faint blood line had appeared on the neck.

Dong Qing didn't seem to feel the pain, after hearing the voice, he rolled his dazed eyes slightly, and a figure slowly walked up to the altar, and when he saw this sound, a trace of fear flashed in Dong Qing's eyes, as well as hatred.

He Kui slowly walked up to the altar, looked at the few people who had not yet been executed, lightly opened his red lips, and the silver bell-like voice sounded again.

"Before you die, think about whether there are any opportunities to make meritorious contributions, such as who instructed you, where your accomplices are, who they are, and so on!"

Then he looked at the person on the right;

"Is there one?"

The man cried out for mercy and said with a crying voice;

"I've said everything I know, please spare me......"

But before he could finish speaking, He Kui made a gesture, and the monk behind him had already raised his knife and fell, and a human head had been scrapped. The bright red blood of the headless corpse spurted out, and with a slight wave of the sleeve of He Kui, the blood did not touch the body, maintaining holiness.

"What about you?"

The next person saw that He Kui didn't give him a chance at all, whether he said it or not, it was definitely just a dead end, so he scolded;

"You a**, my master destroyed Changhong to avenge me for ......"

Hiss......

With a soft sound, He Kui flicked his fingers in anger, and a thin thread quietly flew out, wrapped around the person's neck, and with a slight pull, the head fell to the ground, and the shot was only completed in a thought, and the monks who saw this scene were all shocked by her strength, and even more afraid of her viciousness.

Four people died, and no one had new explosive news, so they could only die.

He Kui came to Dongqing, looked at Dongqing with a sluggish face, leaned down, and said softly in Dongqing's ear;

"I know you still have accomplices, confess his crimes, and you won't die!"

Dongqing couldn't see any emotion in his eyes, raised his head slightly, glanced at He Kui lightly, didn't say anything, lowered his head, and said nothing!

"Hmph, I don't know what to do, let's crush an arm1"

"Yes!"

The enforcer behind him didn't say much and came to Dongqing's side;

"Hehe, I don't know what's going on, this is the end......"

Click......

"Ah......h

The finger was shattered, and Dongqing screamed, but this was just the beginning. It was for the monk to crush his fingers one by one, his palms slowly, his elbows slowly, and his whole arm slowly.

And Dongqing screamed uncontrollably, in addition to enduring the pain that ordinary people couldn't bear at all, he could only watch all this happen.

The hatred and unwillingness in his heart can only turn into resentment, but apart from the eyes that can't kill, what else can he do besides the speed of his tongue.

The whole arm was useless, hanging weakly, and only the waste meat wrapped in the shattered bones hung weakly on the body.

"He's a tough guy, but ......"

He Kui smiled evilly and said lightly;

"Next ......"

Dongqing's heart-rending screams were heard again on the square, which made people's hearts numb.