When Gong Laosan was escorted into the secret room by Yang Dashan, he kept his head high. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a burly, tall man with large joints. He has dark skin and very strong muscles in his arms. Although the chest does not have the exaggerated and oily lumpy pectoral muscles of bodybuilding champions, it is also well-defined. At the very least, he doesn't look as tough as a giant, but he has an extremely tough toughness.

In the establishment of this prince's private army, Gong Laosan is an officer in charge of more than 200 people.

This guy is very capable of fighting, and he is an out-and-out bandit. When the Xuanhuo battalion attacked the mountain, Gong Laosan guarded the guard tower and shot six battalion soldiers one after another. The mountain gate was broken, and he cut down several people with a steel knife. If it weren't for the personal guard Yang Tong who rushed over in time to subdue him, there would have been more battalion soldiers who died at the hands of Gong Laosan.

The secret room had been rearranged, the blood and dirt had been swept away, and the walls were lit with candles, which became Yang Tianhong's temporary military tent.

Glancing at the prisoner who was tied up with ropes, Yang Tianhong lowered his head and flipped through the confession record in front of him and turned to Gong Laosan's name.

In this battle, thousands of prisoners were captured. Yang Tianhong used the simplest method to settle the soldiers in blocks. and then use food and life as a lure, so that the soldiers take the initiative to confess the most heinous leaders.

The confession is clearly written: Gong Laosan, male, 39 years old, from Pei County, Chu State, once served as a northern border sentinel. When the northern captives entered the country, Gong Laosan abandoned the army and fled, and fell into the grass. This person robbed and killed the merchants, and was a well-known thief and bandit in the neighboring states and counties.

Yang Tianhong's voice was long and deep: "Gong Laosan, are you guilty?"

"Guilty?hahahaha!"

Gong Laosan seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and laughed wildly desperately.

He belongs to the kind of wicked person who has done too many bad things. For the word "guilty", there is instinctive resistance and immunity.

When he fled from the border army, Gong Laosan knew that he had committed a mortal crime. Once captured, there are only two outcomes: either he will be beheaded in public, or he will be put into the criminal barracks and fight to the death with the northern captives.

Lao Tzu's life, why should others decide?

During the time when I went up the hill and fell into the grass, it was so fucking, fucking, comfortable.

The first time he robbed a passing merchant, the guy was a shitty softass, trembling all over, and he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. When he cut off his hands and feet, he still shouted "The king spares his life". That kind of funny scene made himself and his subordinates think it was very interesting, so he dug out the guy's heart and liver, and stir-fried it with green onion and ginger while it was fresh.

I heard that there was a rich man's daughter in the Zhuangzi at the foot of the mountain who was very beautiful, so he took advantage of the night to lead people into the Zhuangzi. When I lit the lamp and looked at it, I realized that it was an exaggeration. The woman's skin was indeed white and tender, but there were more than a dozen moles on her forehead and mouth. If there are no black spots, the appearance is still Zhouzheng, but it has absolutely nothing to do with the words "flower and moon appearance". That time, Gong Laosan's mind was full of the feeling of being deceived, so in front of the woman, he cut off the head of her rich father, and then led a group of people to ravage the woman all night. By dawn, the woman who had been screaming in pain all night had turned into a cold corpse.

When I was a child, I heard people tell stories, and those heroes who occupy mountains and become kings like to cut off people's hearts and livers and drink alcohol. Gong Laosan has admired heroes since he was a child, and he also stole a few cows and horses from the village, and got some beef heart and horse liver to taste. Eating people is addictive, and if you drink too much sour and spicy sobering soup, you will feel tired. So he led people down the mountain to catch a few fat guys, pulled out their nails, washed and peeled them, and stewed them in a large cauldron...... It's just that the level of chefs in the cottage is limited, and the taste is really average.

According to all calculations, there have been hundreds of lives that have died at the hands of Gong Laosan. He doesn't regret it, and even treats this kind of thing as a talking capital for his past experience. Isn't it? The heroes in the small talk book are all murderous, eating meat in large pieces, drinking wine in large bowls, and competing with each other to count the number of people who have committed suicide. In short, the more you kill, the braver you are. To put it mildly, there are more murders, and there are a lot of unjust souls on your hands. A green forest hero like Lao Tzu who is not afraid of heaven and earth, even the Lord of Yama does not dare to accept it!

Hahahaha!

Looking at Gong Laosan, who was full of unscrupulousness, Yang Tianhong frowned and changed to another way of asking.

"Did you do all these crimes you confessed to?"

This kind of questioning method is what Gong Laosan likes.

"Admit it, of course admit it, why don't you admit it? I did it all, and those people were all killed by Lao Tzu. Hahahaha! Killing! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

That's what a good man looks like.

To kill someone, you have to dare to admit it, this is what you dare to do.

What's so great about being an official? Lao Tzu has also enjoyed the blessings he should enjoy in this life, he has eaten, played, drunk, and enjoyed, and he has no regrets, even if he cuts off his head, it is just a big scar in a bowl.

Yang Tianhong showed an imperceptible sneer on his face.

kills people and sells goods, but they still feel that they are justified, thinking that this is robbing the rich and helping the poor...... This kind of thinking can only be reflected in a madman like Gong Laosan. He did not feel at all that he had brought disaster to others, as for robbing the rich and giving to the poor...... There has never been a record of Gong Laosan giving money to the poor, and he has never let go of those poor families, and even has a perverted penchant for killing people for fun.

"Hehe, just confess your sins. ”

As he spoke, Yang Tianhong took out a white banner more than two meters long from the Qiankun bag. This thing is made of two pieces of wood, one long and one short, overlapped, and the short horizontal wood is equipped with strips of white cloth, which can be shaken, and under the light of the candle, it exudes a strange special luster.

Cultivators make dementor flags. This thing can be said to be a must-have for many basic rituals. The word "dementor" is not purely derogatory, for some people who have died in vain, the dementor banner can summon the soul and return it to the corpse, and enter the reincarnation through normal channels.

In fact, it's just like that, the soul flag is used to ingest the soul, whether it is living or dead, good or evil depends on how you use this kind of thing. It's like a big-caliber pistol that takes out a heinous bastard, and that gun is a meritorious thing. Kill a good guy and the gun will be forever labeled an "evil object".

Yang Tianhong needed a living soul in order to refine the Spirit Swallowing Pill.

Note that it is the soul of the living, not the souls of the dead.

There are many people who hunt ghosts and demons in the world. Although they are not monks, they can use special means to communicate with the spirits of the dead, and even use dementor flags to seduce a wisp of the spirit of a person who has long since died. However, these methods, which were used exclusively against the dead, could not be used on the living in any way. Ingesting the soul is an extremely cruel spell, which is equivalent to tearing a person's spiritual essence alive from the inside of the body, turning the original fresh life into a walking corpse, muddy, and without any spiritual vitality, even if you eat and sleep, you must rely on the help of others.

The worldly world is the foundation of a cultivator. Therefore, the matter of stripping away the soul of a living person has always been regarded as an evil technique by many cultivation sects. However, among the major cultivation sects, there are always some domesticated demon clans. For example, the steel armor of the Guiyuan Sect. If these demon clans who coexist peacefully with humans want to cultivate and ascend to the upper realm, they must take the Spirit Devouring Pill.

In this way, the major cultivation sects could only rack their brains and find ways to make the matter of forcibly ingesting the souls of living people become logical and logical.

Who in the world will die without forgiveness?

There is only one answer: of course, it is a top villain who commits the most heinous crimes, does absolutely bad things, loses his conscience, kills people like hemp, and does many evils.

Only the souls of the wicked can be ingested and used to refine the Spirit Devouring Pill.

Why?

There is a Heavenly Dao in the underworld. Although the word "Heavenly Dao" is elusive, and there is no actual form that can be seen, no one can say such things as the cycle of cause and effect and retribution. If you accidentally step on a few ants while walking, of course, you will not be punished by heaven. However, refining the elixir with a living person will definitely cause the wrath of the heavens. Maybe when the luck on the body will dissipate, the bad luck will be repeated, the sky will thunder, the earth will burn the body, and all kinds of strange things will take the initiative to find the door.

Therefore, such a thing as the Swallowing Pill has always been rare. Except for some psychopaths, who are particularly evil, and have some special magic weapons to rely on, and can skillfully avoid the wrath of the heavenly earthquake, human monks will not take the initiative to refine them at all.

Doing so is no different from looking for your own death.

However, the demon clan needs to swallow the elixir. The soul of the living is the main medicine, and nothing can replace it.

Naturally, the monks began to set their sights on the scum of the human race, the top villains whose crimes were so heinous that they could never be pardoned.

Every year, every month, and even every day, there are several prisoners sentenced to behead in every country, state, and county in the world. Excluding corrupt officials who deliberately planted crimes and framed unrelated people, the rest can be said to basically meet the requirements of "villains".

For example, Gong Laosan, who is standing in front of Yang Tianhong at this moment, is one of the representative examples.

He kills like hemp, his hands are stained with other people's blood, he is burdened with many sins, and he even does such things as cannibalism. Such a person will never be able to enter the cycle of good and evil, but will be directly sent to the deepest depths of hell, suffering in hundreds of millions of years of endless punishment.

Killing the wicked is also a kind of cause and effect. Especially from the point of view of cultivation, killing a few more worldly villains will even bring some good luck to the monk himself. For example, walking to pick up the elixir, alchemy to increase the success rate, the chance of epiphany when meditating, and so on.

In short, killing the wicked is equivalent to the righteousness and courage of another world, and it can be praised and recognized by more people. Even if there are no practical benefits, there are indeed additional effects such as qi luck interference and increased cultivation for cultivation and Dao heart stability.

The most important thing is that killing a top villain like Gong Laosan will not trigger the wrath of the Heavenly Earthquake.

This is the fundamental and foundation of why the Swallowing Pill can exist in this world.

The wicked people in the worldly world are also an indispensable and important resource in the cultivation world. Taking Taiyi Palace, a powerful super-first-class sect as an example, they have a good relationship with all countries in the world, and their disciples are also widely distributed in various state capitals. Part of the reason for this is to get the perpetrators who have been sentenced to beheading by the government in a timely manner. Of course, the monks do not serve as executioners, but often only enter the prison the night before the execution, and take the souls of the mortal.

It is also a good deed. To refine the Swallowing Pill, the soul of a living person must endure extremely miserable suffering under the high temperature of the furnace fire. That kind of pain is the equivalent of the flesh being roasted alive on a blazing fire. For the families of those who have been killed by the wicked and hate to eat their flesh and skin, it is also a way to comfort the souls of the victims. For example, a merchant was killed by a bandit, and the merchant's son found a hero with strong martial arts, took out fifty taels of silver as a reward, and asked the knight to kill the thief to avenge his father. After the knight finished this, the silver was reasonable, and the merchant's son would be grateful to him. This is a kind of cause and effect, and the benefits obtained are tangible and visible.

At Yang Tianhong's signal, two personal guards wearing fine armor dragged Gong Laosan closer. Yang Tong and Yang Yuan had been following Yang Tianhong, and their cultivation had already advanced to the third level of Qi refining. Although Gong Laosan kept twisting his body, he couldn't break free from their big hands like iron pincers, let alone turn around and escape from this secret room.

Looking at the white dementor banner planted on the ground in front of him, an indescribable fear quickly spread from Gong Laosan's heart, even making him forget his howl, and no longer speak unscrupulously like before.

"You, what do you want to do?" Looking at Yang Tianhong, who stretched out his hand and shook the soul flag, Gong Laosan seemed to see the green-faced and fanged evil ghost, and he stammered when he spoke, without the heroic spirit of being a hero before.

Yang Tianhong glanced at him and said lightly: "Killing people is like hemp, and bad things are done." I don't know if you ever thought about the word "retribution" when you did these things. But it does exist. Now, retribution has fallen on you. ”

"No! you ...... You lied to me!

Gong Laosan is not a fool. It is impossible for an idiot to deduce more meaning from Yang Tianhong's simple words. The former bandits already knew they were about to face doom. Although it is not clear what it is, when Gong Laosan was in the Northland Border Army, he had seen officers punish those deserters who were caught. They were tied to wooden stakes, their hands were tied with iron chains, and in summer and autumn, there were so many mosquitoes in the mountains and grasses. The wooden stake was set on the edge of the muddy pond, and the executioner used a knife to cut small openings on the deserter's body, and soon the whole person was covered in blood. The little bugs love fresh flesh and blood, and their bites gather a thick layer on the wound, which looks like a black blanket from a distance. The flesh was bitten painfully and itchy, and I couldn't move my hands and feet, but I couldn't die for a while. The punishment was horrific, and it often took a whole day for the deserters tied up there to die from mosquito bites. Especially at night, from the direction of the muddy pond, there are always heart-palpitating screams.

Gong Laosan was able to guess his fate. This is more frightening and desperate than mere death. He struggled desperately, howling with all his strength. The huge difference between life and death suddenly made his strength suddenly increase. For a while, even Yang Tong and Yang Yuan felt that the tiger's mouth was loose, and they almost let Gong Laosan escape from the palm of his hand.

After all, he was an ordinary person with no ability.

Yang Tong was very annoyed and used his strength and smashed Gong Laosan's abdomen hard. The force of this blow was huge, making Gong Laosan curl up like a boiled red shrimp. Next to him, another guard, Yang Yuan, folded his arm and slammed his elbow into his back, and the violent concussion almost made Gong Laosan feel all his internal organs. Then, the two guards grabbed Gong Laosan, who was completely incapacitated, and threw him hard in front of the dementor flag.

Yang Tianhong shook the flag, and an invisible force was released from the dementor flag, enveloping Gong Laosan who was lying on the ground gasping in pain little by little, engulfing him little by little. That situation was very terrifying, as if many pairs of invisible hands grabbed him, reached into the inside of his body, grabbed the soul from the core of the bone marrow, and pulled it out in the most direct way, and dragged it out with great force.

Gong Laosan felt indescribable pain and fear.

He saw the merchant who had his head cut off, the rich man's daughter who had been toyed with to death, and the guy he had thrown into the cauldron and cooked and eaten. I don't know why, the visual angle is a little strange, I seem to be the food on the table plate, in front of me is a big mouth full of fangs, constantly tearing off pieces of cooked meat from my body, stuffing it into my mouth and chewing it unscrupulously, and the meat oil and juice are splashed everywhere.

"Ah...... Let me go...... Help, help! let go of me...... Don't, don't pester me!"

Terrible screams continued to emanate from Gong Laosan's mouth, and the endless darkness enveloped him firmly. Yang Tong and Yang Yuan, who were standing on the side, saw that there was already some kind of strange connection between Gong Laosan and the Dementor Banner. It was an invisible energy that held the two together. Some inexplicable things were being stripped out of Gong Laosan's body and completely absorbed by the Dementor Banner.

His screams suddenly became high-pitched and intense, and suddenly seemed like crying, and after more than ten minutes, they gradually stopped.

It's over.

The lights illuminated Gong Laosan's face.

It was very white, with purple and bright red in it. Two abnormal colors were entangled on his face, Gong Laosan opened his mouth, although he was breathing constantly, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and he lost the wisdom that a normal person should have.

No soul, just a walking corpse.

Yang Tong and Yang Yuan easily pulled him up from the ground and took him out of the secret room. Gong Laosan did not resist, he was very obedient, like a cow with a rope tied to his nose and honestly following behind his master's ass.

Following.

Hua Jun walked into the secret room and found Yang Tianhong sitting on the master, his eyes were bloodshot, and the whole person looked very tired and his spirit was atrophied.