At the same time, Li Hao was also a little dazed.

The Heavenly Strip is of course harsh, but is the damage caused by the coming of the Netherworld really better than the Celestial Strip?

Li Hao has never seen the current mountains and seas, so he can't give a definite answer.

But he knew one thing, when the Netherworld came, the central world would be in complete ruins. For the countless beings of this world, the future is not the so-called peace and justice, but the great catastrophe, the catastrophe that will last for hundreds of thousands of years.

Just when Li Hao was deep in thought, there was a change on the stage.

The torture table floated in mid-air, and there were three people on it.

A creature that resembles a large mouse, about a meter or so long.

Its fiery red fur, red eyes, and slightly rounded head make people not only not feel evil, but give people a pitiful appearance.

One is a humanoid, with a thin blue scale armor on its upper body, and is about three meters tall.

The last one is Cangjie.

The executioner was a tall monkey with golden hair, Zhang Xu was tall and strong, and his golden hair was like a golden cast, majestic and sacred.

The golden monkey came to the torture platform and looked at the three of them with a cruel smile.

In his hand he held something resembling a jade slip, on which it shone with a brilliant light.

"The red-haired rat, stealing the source coins of the nobles, the crime is unforgivable, and he is sentenced to death."

The red-haired rat was full of anxiety, and hurriedly defended: "No, I didn't, I picked it up on the road." ”

"Smack."

The golden retriever monkey looked indifferent, and a thunderbolt burst out at hand, instantly injuring the red-haired rat.

He spat and said disdainfully: "Phew, even if the nobles' things are dropped or lost, they are not something you lowly can touch." The lowly seed should stay in the place of the lowly seed, who let you have nothing to do on the street. ”

"Haha, well played, these filthy are annoying to watch."

"Kill, kill, the scumbag dares to talk to the executioner like this, I don't know whether I am alive or dead."

The crowd cheered, not feeling sorry for the guilt of the red-haired rat, or thinking that there was anything wrong with the verdict.

In their opinion, it is a capital crime for a lowly to pick up something from a nobleman, and the crime deserves death.

How can the sanctity of the nobility be tarnished by the lowly race?

The golden retriever monkey had expected the reaction below, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He took a step forward, walked in front of the humanoid creature, and said indifferently: "Zhang Lan, a yellow-level lowly race, a member of the Qinglin clan, was sentenced to death for confronting the nobles. ”

Zhang Lan looked indifferent and did not speak.

The golden retriever monkey sneered, didn't say much, and walked directly to the last person, Cangjie.

"Cangjie, a lowly race of the human race, scrapped the chariot of the nobles, and was sentenced to capital punishment, and the crime is unforgivable."

Cangjie's eyes drooped slightly, so that people couldn't see what he was thinking.

He was in a bad mood, very bad.

But not for himself, but because he was worried about the great cause of the human race, and even more for the friends below, he had already seen acquaintances below.

Nuwa once said that Cangjie is indispensable for the great cause of making words.

This is not because only Cangjie can do it, the biggest reason is that only Cangjie knows the secret of the human race's word-making.

The words and explanations that have been created so far are all in Cangjie's soul.

Once Cangjie dies, it means that the thousands of years of hard work of the human race will be broken.

If you want to complete the great cause of writing again, you need to reorganize and compile the previous materials, which is an extremely cumbersome process.

And the reason why it is only kept in Cangjie's soul is to prevent the secret of character creation from being discovered by the Heavenly Court, so the high-level of the human race has kept this matter extremely secret.

Cangjie is the supreme and only person in charge of the word-making operation.

This will not be made public, and probably never will be, until everything is ready. Even among the human race, only a very small number of people know the secret of word making.

They can't allow mistakes and uncontrollable changes in the task of creating words.

It's just that no one thought that Cangjie would have an accident when he went out to look for materials.

This is also the reason why Nuwa personally led the team to come, she couldn't watch Cangjie have an accident, at least she also brought back the secret of word-making after Cangjie's death.

After reading the guilt of the three people, the golden monkey took a step back and squinted at the three of them, playing with taste: "Now, as long as you shout loudly that you are a cheap species, this official will give you a good time." ”

The expressions of the three changed slightly, but they did not speak.

Being humiliated as a bastard is a completely different thing from admitting that you are a bastard. Hearing the executioner's words at this time, the three of them couldn't help but feel heartfelt anger and sadness.

"Shout, shout."

"Haha, I'll bet the red-haired rat will be the first to shout."

"I'm betting that Terran will be the first to admit it."

"I bet a scumbag can survive three thunder whips."

"Come on, come on, open the market, buy and leave, buy and leave."

The onlookers were in a state of joy, completely different from the atmosphere on stage.

They either shouted excitedly, wanting to see the submission and despair of the trio, or excitedly engaged in gambling entertainment.

Loud, noisy sounds. Excited, like a ghostly carnival of the masses.

Li Hao looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but feel unusually ridiculous and ridiculous.

Because among the onlookers, most of them are so-called lowly people and commoners, and the real nobles will not crowd with them at all.

But these so-called creatures of the same kind, of the same level, are the biggest spectators and supporters of this evil carnival.

"Ridiculous."

Li Hao's face was gloomy.

Nuwa sneered and said indifferently: "Ridiculous, it's not ridiculous at all, this is reality, it's the real world."

You are noble by nature, and how can you understand the life of our inferior beings?

Why do you think they're participating in this, just to see blood and carnage. No, they had to come and had to come. Because someone must witness the majesty of the heavenly rules and the inviolability of the nobility.

They may have been spectators and pity at first, but now they are revelers, puppets who have lost their hearts. ”

Li Hao fell into complete silence.

What did Nuwa go through to be able to explain a heartbreaking thing with such a calm attitude. How many tragedies has she seen to be able to remain incredibly calm in the face of such a tragedy, and even think that this is just a very ordinary thing!

When tragedy and tragedy are regarded as normal by people, as something that is not worthy of pity.

To what extent has such a world been distorted?

Li Hao didn't know, but the scene in front of him gave him a new understanding of the darkness of Heavenly Court.

Behind the glorious glory of the upper echelons of the bloodline hierarchy is unimaginable blood and horror.

This is the glory built on billions of low-level beings, built on endless bones.

Li Hao doesn't want to criticize anything, and he is not qualified to criticize anything.

But when he saw the Terrans being treated like livestock, and seeing the Terrans being destroyed like ants, his mood couldn't help but be a little heavy, a little angry, and a little sad.

How many humiliations and wars did the ancient ancestors go through before they reached the height of later generations?

On the torture platform, the expressions of the three people changed, and in the carnival of onlookers, under the cold eyes of the golden retriever monkey, someone finally took the lead and couldn't bear the pressure.

The red-haired rat closed his eyes tightly, blood-colored tears flowed down, and shouted angrily and weakly: "The red-haired rat is a cheap species, and the red-haired rat is a lowly race." It's a ......"

Its voice was hoarse and weak.

It is an indictment of this era and a helplessness about one's own identity.

The golden retriever monkey laughed loudly, indescribably rampant, indescribably satisfied and proud.

He turned his gaze to look at Zhang Lan and Cangjie, which flashed with a fierce light.

Zhang Lan's expression finally changed slightly under the gaze of the golden retriever monkey. His eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at the other party.

"Smack."

The golden retriever monkey held it in the void, and a whip made of thunder appeared in his hand. He slammed the whip and whipped it at Zhang Lan.

The thunder flickered, like a sharp divine weapon, instantly tearing apart the scale armor on Zhang Lan's chest.

Gurgling blood flowed out, staining half of his body with blood.

The most terrifying thing is that a large number of thunder snakes have not dissipated, hovering and winding around his wounds, and even going deep into the internal organs, which is terrifying and abnormal.

"Ahh

Zhang Lan finally couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but let out a terrible wail.

"I said, I said, Zhang Lan is a cheap race, and the Qinglin clan is a cheap race."

The golden retriever monkey casually whipped again, and sneered: "A cheap species is a cheap species, and you don't know your identity if you don't whip it twice." ”

"Ahh

A huge X-shaped wound was torn off Zhang Lan's chest, and a large amount of blood gushed out, and she couldn't help but let out a terrible wail and moan.

It's just that under the shackles of the torture platform, he can't resist at all, let alone dodge.

The golden retriever monkey came to Cangjie and sneered: "Terran scumbag, you are very good and have backbone, Lao Tzu likes hard bones like you, so it's interesting to play." ”

"Smack."

The golden retriever monkey whipped down, and the skin on Cangjie's chest instantly opened and the flesh was rotten.

Cangjie's face was pale, and his teeth clenched and let out a muffled grunt of pain.

But even so, his eyes were still bright.

Cangjie stared at the golden retriever monkey unyieldingly, gritted his teeth in pain, and said, "Terran, not a cheap race. Cangjie, not ..... Cheap breed. ”

The golden retriever monkey sneered and said nothing, and his backhand was another whip.

The lightning flickered, and Cangjie's body was full of electric snakes, like terrifying beasts that roamed uncertainly, making him can't help but let out a painful moan.

The pain of the flesh alone does not bring him to its knees.

Cangjie's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he still shouted unyieldingly: "Cangjie.... No.... Not a. Terran.... No.... It's a pariah. ”

The golden monkey's face was a little gloomy, and his heart was extremely angry.

Few pariahs are still strong after two thunder whips, and Cangjie's performance makes him feel a little lost.

"Smack."

The golden retriever monkey backhanded two more whips, and said angrily: "Tell me, the human race is a cheap race, and Cangjie is a cheap race." Tell me! ”

At the end, the golden monkey roared like thunder, shaking the sky.

Cangjie screamed, but laughed weakly.

"Cangjie, it's not cheap..... Seed. Person... Clan, not cheap... Tribe. ”

For a while, there was a dead silence at the scene, and only Cangjie's weak shouts remained.