"Biao Ye!"

Zhao Yuan obviously saw Feng Biao's somewhat moved eyes, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"It's late!"

After Feng Biao finished speaking, he stood aside and urged quickly.

"Let's go, Patriarch Zhao, don't look at it, there are still your old acquaintances waiting inside. ”

"Yes, patriarch, let's go, we can only leave if you die, don't hesitate for us!"

A few people behind him also hurriedly persuaded Zhao Yuan and the others that if they didn't die, then they would be the ones who died.

As Zhao Yuan and them went, the crowd automatically dispersed a road, and then he heard the wailing and shouting of someone inside, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he wanted to turn around and flee from here immediately, but Feng Biao behind him had already led people to surround this place.

"Are you, Brother Ziping?"

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but ask.

Although there were many people kneeling on the ground, the body that kept squirming on the ground deeply stimulated him, and his limbs had been severed, leaving only a bare body.

On the side was Wang Lun, who had just been killed by Yanchen, and the corpses of several who had been killed were placed aside at random.

At this time, when looking at Yanchen, Zhao Yuan directly knelt on the ground, not allowing him to have any thoughts, and cried and said.

"Flame... Yan Gongzi, I, I don't want to die, I have money, please spare my life!"

Even the few people behind him knelt on the ground, crying and hoping that Yanchen would let them live.

By now, they no longer think about what the face is, as long as they can save their lives, they can do anything.

Yanchen just glanced at them quietly.

Looking at his cold eyes, Zhao Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground, kept shouting loudly, "One hundred billion, two hundred billion, eight thousand, please, let me go, I am willing to exchange all my property for my life!" Zhao Yuan shouted frantically at this time.

Facing this moment of death, he panicked, panicked like never before.

"Zhao Yuan, don't shout, why didn't you think of this day when you ran away!"

Hearing the shout of the man on the ground, Zhao Yuan, who was wailing, immediately stopped calling,

"You guys, it's not a pity to die! Knock your head on the stone tablet four times, and I will send you away alive!"

Listening to his cold words, several people in the field collapsed directly to the ground.

It's going to die! It's going to die.

Yanchen's words had left them with no place to live, only a dead end.

"Yanchen, why do you want us to knock! People who are going to die, I don't want to knock! You count..."

Forehead...

The shouting stopped abruptly, and I saw a kneeling figure fall directly to the ground, and his limbs twitched a few times, and then there was no more sound.

"Those who don't worship, kill!"

At this moment, the unique hoarse voice of the shadow was heard from the crowd.

Seeing the scene in front of them, those kneeling people hurriedly bowed down in a panic, worship is death, not worship is death, but they can live for one more second, but in the face of death, no one will be stingy with this second.

"Feng Biao!"

Yan Chen let out a low snort, only to see Feng Biao near the periphery suddenly walking inside, and when he stood in front of Yan Chen, he didn't dare to raise his head for a second.

"Read!"

A page of paper was handed directly to Feng Biao's hand.

Looking at the dense font on the paper, Feng Biao slowly read it when he saw the bloody numbers behind it.

As his name was shouted, I saw a person in the crowd tremble slightly, followed by all the crimes committed below him, as soon as Feng Biao's words fell, he heard Yan Chen Shengsheng shouting, "Chop!"

One word made all the people present stand here, and everyone looked at the corpse on the side.

"No... No, it's fake, it's fake!"

The figure who stepped forward was not moved by his exclamation, but slowly took out the short blade in his hand, and with a flash of cold light, there was no longer the slightest sound of this person in the field, and the surrounding air was also quiet.

Even Feng Biao on the side was trembling, those people just now, there was no trace of sluggishness between the knife in his hand, killing people was like drinking water, so easy.

"Read on!"

Yanchen's cold voice came again, but everyone present was shocked, although the person kneeling on the ground was not them, but the cold words made people can't help but feel afraid.

Next, every time Feng Biao read the name of a person, when the evidence of his guilt fell, there was a flash of coldness, and with a pop, someone fell to the ground.

The originally gloomy cemetery gradually became more gloomy and cold under such a depressing atmosphere, and the blood stains on the ground had soaked the ground, and the bloody atmosphere in the sky wafted from here from time to time.

There was only Feng Biao's slow words under the silent space, followed by the repeated sound of falling to the ground, and no one on the way was thinking about breaking free and escaping, all of them were waiting for the verdict from Na Yanchen.

"Ning Ziping, bullying men and women, has mutilated hundreds of children for his own selfish interests, causing them to be disabled for life, fending for themselves, and deserving of crimes!"

At this time, as Feng Biao's words fell, Ning Ziping, who had been lying on the ground, couldn't help but tremble, and the severe pain all over his body made him speechless, and even the loss of blood had made him fall into a coma.

For the man who walked beside him, he only opened his eyes helplessly, felt the coldness on his neck, and shook his head violently, but all that awaited him was such a gentle stroke, and then he fell into darkness forever.

"Zhao Yuan, taking advantage of the convenience in his hands, forcibly buying and selling, harming everyone, and even killing hundreds of people, the violence obtained, has assets of two trillion yuan!"

As Feng Biao's words fell, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, trillions, what kind of concept, ordinary people can't save so much money even if they don't eat or drink for ten lifetimes.

"Young Master Yan, spare me, all this money is yours, I don't want any of it!"

He didn't expect this Yanchen to investigate the matter so thoroughly, and even how much money he had was clear.

"This Zhao Yuan has so much money and is so black-hearted, such a person can't live. ”

"He actually killed a hundred people, and he looks like a dog, but he is a ruthless person!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The voices of one person in the crowd gradually converged, and everyone shouted to kill this person.

In front of everyone's eyes, only one person slowly walked to his side, and a cold light appeared in his hand again.

"No, no, no, don't kill me!"

There was a roar and then there was no more sound, and Zhao Yuan, who was unwilling to die, twitched his limbs fiercely, and then there was no sound.