Chapter 70 Public Trial

The sparse applause came, and everyone knew very well how the bad guy was made, but everyone could only be stunned how the bad guy was made into a good guy.

"Well, Yanghua knows very well, although his eloquence is not good, and he is full of, but I do perceive the truth, goodness and beauty in his body! Therefore, I now accept Yanghua as the captain of Civilization City, please be tolerant, support and supervise him. After Ran Xiong finished speaking, he looked at Yanghua and smiled.

"Thank you, thank you!" Yohwa once again shed tears of happiness, was grateful, and accepted the appointment sincerely.

"Then, let's ask Ma Biao to come up." This is the second person in the public trial, and after Ran Xiong finished speaking, he handed the microphone to Ma Biao.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ma Biao, and I'm a damned sinner!" His words did not have the impetuosity of Yanghua, but they were genuine, but perhaps the fierceness was still there, and the people of the current civilized city did not dare to make any pretentiousness.

"Once upon a time, I was a good person, I was really a good person. At that time, I trained hard to serve the country; At that time, I was not afraid of death, so I wanted to struggle forward! But to this day, I am worthy of the title of the loveliest person! I violated my bottom line, and I gave up my dignity. ”

The man didn't flick when he had tears, but Ma Biao lowered his head deeply, and the sound of sobbing was hard for you to hear.

"That night, many people changed, they became vicious, and they became biting when they saw people. I was also afraid, so I turned this fear into anger, whether it was a zombie or a living person, I was numb to killing, and I was no longer afraid of killing myself. Later, I met Wan Tu, and in order to help him rule here, I showed no mercy to innocent people, so I am a complete sinner! It's a demon! It's a scum! ”

"If death could atone for my sins, I wish I had died in agony! I'm the one who deserves hell, don't I? ”

After speaking, Wan Tu handed the microphone back to Ran Xiong.

"Whoever is afraid in the last days, right? You haven't killed zombies, and maybe you haven't killed anyone, but in the last days, you have to raise a sword. Ran Xiong nodded at Ma Biao and said, "He Ma Biao may really be a sinner, but what is more sinful is this last days." ”

"Also, there is one thing that Ma Biao didn't say, that is, he was coerced, and his son was in the hands of the demon Wantu! How can you not do evil? Ran Xiong said, and Ma Biao's son was released.

"Daddy!" The seven-year-old pony rushes to his father, who may not understand what sin is, but who hopes for his father's arms above all else, because it is love.

"Good boy!" Ma Biao also rushed to the pony and picked up his child.

For a while, the father and son cried, and the scene was a little touching.

"Look, what is sin? Is sin raising a butcher's knife for the survival of his son? If this is also considered a sin, then what is there to be good in living? Take 10,000 slaughter! Ran Xiong said a few words, and the monk brought up Wan Tu, the once beautiful and drunken sin city boss.

He is still so hideous, grinning with teeth, without caring about his image, and that rotten face makes anyone want to vomit when they see it.

"Hello everyone, my name is Liu Taotao! Next, let me count the ten deadly sins of the ten thousand slaughters: 1. The indiscriminate killing of innocents, according to statistics, during the period of Sin City, the number of people killed by him or his signal was as high as 3,721; Second, more than 70 young women were bullied, wantonly played, and even killed by him; 3. Eating human flesh raw, according to his subordinates, Wan Tu is a person who especially likes to eat people's hearts raw......"

Every sin is appalling, and the Tulang people are unbelievable, this person lives in the same last days, how can they dream so far apart? As for the data compiled by Liu Taotao, no one doubts whether it is true or not.

It seems that the difference between man and man, the difference between man and demon, is all created by one's own hands, and it is all between thoughts!

"Did you hear that? You should have listened very carefully, because it was true, so it was very touching, right? Ran Xiong continued, "So, how should this kind of person be punished?" Yell it out and I'll hear it? ”

"Kill him!" This was the first roar.

"Kill him!" It's a sparse roar.

Then, as if it was feasible to express one's will, the ......

"This kind of dog crumb, kill! Kill! ”

"Do a lot of evil, die innocently, kill, kill!"

"I want to eat his heart and see if it's made of meat!"

The crowd is surging, and the oppressed people will eventually learn to start resisting, why do people have the concept of being a master? Why are you so unscrupulous when you do evil, and we will be half harvested when we come back from the hour?

"So, kill it! Monk, use the operation you like. Ran Xiong nodded and looked at the monk, he was reluctant to get started.

"Huh?" The monk was a little puzzled when he first heard it, but when he reacted, he was ecstatic, and happiness came too suddenly!

Before the execution, Ran Xiong walked up to Wan Tu and whispered, "Now you know how much you have failed, right?" No one wants you to be good, but they welcome me when they come, slavery and survival are two propositions, you must read more in your next life! Do less evil, and even if you do, you must do it according to the principles of the book. ”

After listening to Ran Xiong, Wan Tu looked at his former laborers, they were so hideous, so angry! Killed more than 3,000 people, and you have to kill five a day in two years? More than seventy young women, if he really wanted it, seven hundred would be willing to give him a hug, right? As for cannibalism, where can someone as elegant as him get a mouthful?

Look at the brother who you trust with your life, fear, dodge? No one dares, and no one seems to want to stand up and say even a good word! Is this called loneliness? Is this called loneliness? Is this called failure?

Shaking his head, I don't know when I lost these! Is it because of the appearance? It's really easy to lose everything, it's easy to dream!

As a result, Wan Tu was taken down the city wall again.

"Fix his hands for me!" The monk started in front of everyone, and he was full of energy at this moment.

And the people who pressed Wan Tu have also become his right-hand men, very stable! It's not like those students, it's too useless.

"Ahh It was Wan Tu's scream, how long had he not suffered such torture, and he did not dare to see the iron nail the size of a ballpoint pen pass through his palm and then sink deep into the city wall.

"Give me a good time! Give me a good time! Wan Tu was hoarse.

"Well, who made you have only one palm?" The monk shook his head, and had to nail Wan Tu's left forearm to the wall, which was indeed much more difficult to nail through the bone, and it had to work harder.

Otherwise, you can't pass through this nail!

"Say a few words?" After the nail was finished, the monk only felt that something was missing, and he was about to prepare for a headshot, why was he a little owed?

"Huh?" Wan Tu trembled a little in pain, but gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, give me a good time, please, brother!" ”

"That's right! That's it! Hahahaha! The monk smiled, the word "brother" turned out to be what he was waiting for!

"Brother! Brothers! Go to Nima's brother! "Hammer after hammer, where can Wan Tu's brain still react, and when he reacts, the brain has already splashed on the monk's face.

People were stunned, not surprised by Wan Tu's death, but by the man with the hammer, why did he laugh so happily? He dared to laugh!

In this way, the fear of Wan Tu was 100% added to the monk. Even Shi Mei was scared, is this fake husband so perverted?

"Okay, the bad guys are buried, as they should be." Ran Xiong began to speak, diverting everyone's attention, "From now on, you don't need to be afraid of anyone, you don't need to be afraid of anyone, you only need to respect life, you only need to respect the soul. ”