The crowd of onlookers was composed of the Water King's cronies and Sola's local officers and soldiers, at first there was a clear distinction, the Chu River and the Han Realm, and the people who shouted and cheered were all the people of the Water King, and most of the Sola people could not accept this form of gladiatorial fighting.

This is clearly a moth to a fire, and a brutal slaughter.

But as more and more people were killed by the Water King with their bare hands, the audience gradually quieted down, and there was no sound except for the Water King's scolding and fist swinging.

They are all fake cruelty, and the water king is the real torture. After watching the bloody scene for a long time, people will have psychological disorders, just like people who are not of any psychological quality can be an executioner.

The young man standing beside Zhou Yu grunted in his throat slightly, and the Metropolitan Governor looked sideways, but he turned his head away.

Zhou Yu guessed that he was choking.

Just as the Governor lowered his head, intending to block this cruel and murderous plot on his own, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

The remaining more than 100 people did not dare to rush up to compete with the water king, but more and more horsemen rushed behind them, and they threw away the bone whips in their hands, because the whip on the backs of these people no longer had any effect, compared to the inevitable death in front of them, what is the number of whips?

However, it backfired, how could it be as expected? The horseman took the spear from the sergeant behind him and stabbed the back of the civilian, who was skinless and clothed. Some of them are heavy-handed, and they are directly put on a cold heart, but they also ignore it and continue to do evil.

Zhou Yu can see farther because of his rebellious eyes, but at this time, others just look at it, but he can clearly see everyone's expressions, and even judge what they are cursing based on their lips.

Several civilians standing at the front trembled, and one of them had a full beard on his face, holding a stone he had picked up from the ground, and looked viciously at the Water King, whose killing action had not slowed down in the slightest.

"Kill!"

The others were unprepared, and the middle-aged man rushed forward with a stone. His expression was hideous, his roar was like thunder, and the whole person pounced like a leopard, so that the soldiers had no time to react and stop.

"Wansan?"

Zhou Yu shouted softly, it was really Wansan.

At this time, Wan San had no expression on his face, looking at the Water King with empty eyes, his mouth wide open, his feet running, waving the stones in his hands, no different from ordinary people fighting desperately.

The Grand Governor suddenly remembered that promise, and he had thought that Wansan would help him avenge his promise. Now, he seems to have forgotten everything, and he has given up everything, and is taking revenge in his own way.

Seeing Wan San rushing to the water king, the calm and relaxed killing god didn't take a civilian in his eyes at all, although this fisherman was capable and murderous, but he still pinched his right fist with one hand, and with a little force, even the palms and stones were crushed, and Wan San's arms drooped softly.

Zhou Yu's eyes were red, Wansan, Wansan, why can't you think about it like this? What is the difference between you hitting a stone with an egg and a moth to a fire?

Between the lightning and flint, the Metropolitan Governor thought again, maybe Wan San didn't want to seek revenge on the Water King, but was forced to go to Liangshan to see which of the more than 300 corpses in this place wanted to seek revenge, weren't they all arrested?

Yes, only by arresting these land-sitting households and diehards can they build houses for powerful people like Mochizuki to live in. The Minister of Administration, the Five Tiger Generals, and the ruling class of all shapes and sizes, they coexist around the Water King, and they need to enjoy endless resources and noble bows.

Human life is no different from grass mustard to them, and it is not even as good as grass mustard.

Sometimes, although the evildoer is terrible, the person who can act for the tiger and the fox is even more shameless. These people rely on their superior status, arbitrarily tampering with the rules of survival, the rules of the game and the moral code, you will be shot if you break the law, they can survive if they are sentenced to death and executed immediately, and they actually change their identities and names like immortals, and they survive in a grand manner.

In front of these people, law, morality, and fairness are simply rags, which are ripped around and finally crumpled and torn up and thrown into the garbage.

It is precisely the existence of such people, such magnates and such chains of interests that makes the common people gradually accustomed to servile thinking and class solidification thinking. A man shouted that it was unfair, was pulled out and beheaded; The second person followed suit and was also killed, will the third and fourth people still question it? No, people want to live.

The same is true for Wansan. He used to live his own small life in harmony and beauty, with a family reunion and no worries about food and clothing. But the arrival of the invaders and the god of killing changed all this, first the child was taken away as a sacrifice and killed, and the wife and mother were killed in public.

In the face of all this, he can only choose to swallow his anger, endure humiliation, and don't know how to avenge and retaliate, he finally waited for the governor, Zhou Yu assured him that he would kill the water king to avenge him, Wan San believed it and waited hard for more than a month with this oath. It's a pity that until the god-killing army took him away again, he didn't wait for Zhou Yu's news.

This time, Wan San really had nothing, his old mansion was requisitioned, his body was requisitioned, and even his consciousness and beliefs were requisitioned. He was not allowed to practice anyone, any religion, except for the Water King and the Rain God Cult. If they do not comply, they will be severely beaten and beheaded on the spot.

That's how The Walking Dead is made. To this day, hundreds of slave laborers are driven to the "court of justice", and this kind of trick of killing people on the spot is even more frightening than the court field. It's a pity that there is no longer any intimidation effect on Wan San, and he is not afraid of anything now, just wants to die quickly.

"Hey, hey!"

After the water king crushed Wan San's right hand with one hand, he blocked his left hand with the other hand, and a hand knife slashed at his neck, and there was a click, and the collarbone was broken. Looking at the painful expression in front of him, the water king was very useful. He smiled frantically with his mouth wide open, his arms stretched wide and wide to the maximum angle.

No, don't!

Zhou Yu frowned, his eyes were red, and tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

The script has not changed, and the two tiger palms slammed into both sides of Wansan's head, and he was instantly slapped with a skull shattered and ** bursting. The red and the white were all over the place, splashing on the ground, on the corpses, and even on the face and eyes of the water king.

These did not make Shui Wang Li feel disgusting, but stimulated his bestiality even more. He licked his lips and laughed.

Snap, snap, snap, and several crits in quick succession, like applause.

It was like a heavy hammer in my heart, repeatedly hammering and squeezing out the blood vessels that flowed all over my body. The Metropolitan Governor wanted to explode immediately, transform immediately, and immediately exchange his life with Shenbing Kun to stop this killing god from continuing to mutilate living beings and slaughter innocents.

But now, it's not yet. He doesn't know anything about the ability of the Water King, and if he can't kill him with one blow in the face of the strongest state, he will face a complete loss.

But he is killing Wan San - a good person, a good person who is the best for himself in Drunken Flower City.

Zhou Yu swallowed tears into his stomach, salty, salty! It's hot, it's hot!

Wan San died, and in front of the Grand Governor, just like the others who were killed by the Water King. Without a name or surname, it is thrown in the dead man's heap like garbage. Except for Zhou Yu, who cares.

Wan San's death also became the last straw that crushed Zhou Yu's hesitation in his heart. The heart of the original being, which was filled with the preconceived notions of rebellion and powerlessness and the Lord of Destruction, was shattered in an instant, replaced by endless hatred and resentment. The respect and disillusionment of civilizations of different generations disappeared in an instant, shattered, and vanished in a single thought.

At this moment, the expressions and eyes of the group of officers around him were very complicated, with fear, happiness, sympathy, and even a trace of daring to be angry. Although a considerable number of them were born in Drunken Flower City, no one dared to say a word. Because it only takes one NO for them to be thrown from the stands to the pile of dead people, the fall of identity is such a roller coaster.

Soon, Zhou Yu couldn't see Wan San in his blurred vision, and he couldn't even find his broken body. The inhuman water king of the trench went on a killing spree, and it only took ten minutes to kill hundreds of people with his bare hands, and the pile of dead people was ten meters high.

He walked slowly around the arena with his hands held high, waiting for the crowd to cheer. I don't know who took the lead in applauding in the silent stands, from sparse pulling to connecting patches and mountains and tsunamis, it only took a turn of the head.

The Metropolitan Governor smiled wryly, not knowing what to say about this group of fools. Wansan is an example, today hundreds of Wansan were killed in front of you, but no one stood up and said no, because the ending waiting for him is also death, it is another Wansan. But the good times will not be long-lasting, and this butcher's knife will be the turn of these applauding and applauding people, or their wives and children.

At this point, would you want someone to stand up and say no?

No, the violentness needs soil, and you are the fertilizer. Dictatorship and hegemony need to constantly set an example and set a negative example, and there is only one result if you don't want to become this model - to work silently and silently bear whatever is coming.

Over time, people will find that they no longer need to think and no longer need to ask why. Because the high man has given all the answers, and a different voice is a deviance; Criticism and suggestion is to cause rebellion; To question oversight is to surrender treason.

No sound is the most beautiful sound. If you don't know how to think, you are the most appropriate brain. Leeks, why sound and think? Zhou Yu looked around, trying to remember these stupid and dreamy faces, what happened to you? Are these dead not your fellow citizens? Have a blood feud with you? Why applaud when you see them in prison, in a different place, and in a tragic death?

The applause was so harsh, as if it was a death knell.

The water kings all returned to the center of the sundial, looked up at the four suns gathered overhead, and laughed wildly, which made people frightened. Dozens of horsemen quickly dismounted, carried the corpse up a two-story stone staircase in pairs, and threw the body and piece by piece onto the grinding plate.

That's right, it's the giant grinding pan.

It turned out that this grinding pan was used to crush corpses. The water king killed people in order to provide "material" for the grinding plate.