God Killer

() At this time, Zheng Xian had a brand new understanding of the word "human being". Zheng Xian annotated the word with a deeper meaning. At this time, Zheng Xian seemed to have finally touched the origin of human beings in this world. face.

Zheng Xian inexplicably felt that reading is really good. He didn't read much since he was a child. Although he envied the children who went to school, he never felt that reading was so useful like this moment.

At this time, Zheng Xian really thanked Zhang Xiang, the former owner of his room, for the wall-full of philosophy books, including the notes left by Zhang Xiang in the book that could help Zheng Xian understand those obscure language.It's a pity that Zhang Xiang has already died in this world, otherwise Zheng Xian would really have the idea of ​​asking Zhang Xiang for advice.

Philosophy, the more interesting it is to read, the more experience you have, the lesser children who have not entered the society and have not experienced the changes in the world can only understand it as a bible, even Zheng Xian can only read it whole. As it is now, after experiencing some things, it suddenly dawned on me, and I dug out the true meaning of some of the content.

The people kneeling on the ground did not dare to breathe, and could only listen to Wang Er's screams inexplicably.

Li Si was one of those who didn't know why, but beside him, Li Si's daughter-in-law, who was still kneeling there with a big belly, felt bursts of joy in her heart. She hated Wang Er and wished she could kill him with her own hands.

She secretly raised her eyes and glanced at the place where Wang Er screamed, and then saw the figure of the old man who was called the second uncle by her husband, but who hadn't moved for a long time. Immediately, Li Si's daughter-in-law with a big belly burst into tears , bowed on the ground, changed direction slightly, and kowtowed lightly to the old man with bloody hands.

Hahahaha...

Lao Zhang's hair let out an incomparably joyful laugh, and the desolation in this voice was full of burning heat.

This is the pleasure of expressing all the anger. Li Si will not be harassed anymore and can live in peace. Old Zhangtou is really satisfied with this. Old Zhangtou has never felt that he has lived so happily.

This kind of pleasure made the old Zhangtou, who was originally hunched over, straighten his waist a lot at this time, giving him a sense of madness.

Haotian's interest in the old man ended here, just like watching a play and changing his boring life a little bit, after watching the play, they don't have the slightest nostalgia for the actors.

Haotian even became a little impatient, those old people walked too slowly.

And those slaves in black clothes and red cuffs were the best at guessing the intentions of the land gods. They immediately asked the soldiers to drive the 50-year-olds into the black hole, and called the soldier who was kneeling on the ground.

The soldiers stood up, and immediately strode towards Old Zhangtou, grabbed the old Zhangtou's head and hair, and dragged the old Zhangtou, who was wobbling and unsteady, towards the other side of the square. Go to one side.

In the southernmost part of the square, there is a forest of wooden piles. It is really rare to find such a thick wood in this desert, but these woods are not for viewing, at least not for people to watch the wooden body. , The logs are all black and red, with a pungent bloody smell exuding from them.

Yes, this is one hundred and eight human stakes.

These stakes are used to nail people up for public display.

And the fate of the old man is obvious.

Old Zhangtou had a smile on his face at this time, and he didn't struggle. Ren Junzhu dragged his hair. Old Zhangtou felt that he was worth it. After killing Wang Er, Li Si's life would not be disrupted. It has been completed, and there is no more nostalgia.

The soldier was quite proficient at making human stakes, dragging his old head like a dead dog, all the way to the human stake.

Each of these human stakes is more than three meters high, and one person strung on it is enough to make the surrounding people look carefully.

This is the scariest area in the entire Xuantian City, the ground here is covered in the color of dark brown blood poured over and over again, and the pungent bloody and rancid smell can be smelled hundreds of meters away. This is the place of nightmares for the people of Xuantian City.

But it is also the most important recreational place for the people of the whole Xuantian City. Whenever someone is put on a human pillar, many people like Wang Er will gather to watch like a market. I have to come to stand, just like those guys waiting to eat human blood steamed buns.

The mortals in this world have never changed. Even if the world has changed in various ways, the quality of people has not changed.

At this time, three more soldiers rushed over and pulled the huge three-meter-high human stake from the ground. The front end of the human stake was covered with iron, and it was as sharp as a huge needle. It looks dizzying.

Looking at the incomparably sharp human pile, Old Zhang shook his whole body a little bit.

Fear of death is nothing to be ashamed of. After all, there are very few people who can truly die with a smile on their face. Most people will feel fear when they face death, and it is a cruel way of death.

The soldier walked up to Lao Zhangtou and said in a low voice: "There is a way of life and death. After ten days, you should disappear as soon as possible. Don't come to us soldiers. We are all poor people, and we are also ordered by others to make a living." Just eat."

This is what these soldiers who are stringing together people often say. I hope these dead ghosts will not seek revenge from them.

After the soldier finished speaking, he took out a red pill from his bosom, stretched out his hand to squeeze open Lao Zhangtou's mouth, then threw the red pill vigorously into Lao Zhangtou's throat, and then pressed hard He closed Lao Zhangtou's mouth, and after Lao Zhangtou coughed violently a few times, the pill was swallowed.

Then old Zhangtou's eyes turned red, his mental state suddenly became much better, and his body seemed not as weak and painful as before, but for some reason, his body became weaker and weaker.

This elixir can strengthen Lao Zhangtou's spirit and body at the same time, but it can't give Lao Zhangtou strength. The effect of this pill can last for ten days. He can't die no matter what, that is to say, he will be strung on a human pillar full of pain for ten days before he dies.

This is not something that anyone can be fearless by virtue of courage.

Old Zhang's head was trembling, but he was powerless. His body had become quite healthy at this time, his face was even blushing unnaturally, but he didn't have any strength, not to mention escaping, even twisting loudly a few times It's impossible to lower your body.

Old Zhang watched the three soldiers lift up the tall man pile, while he was picked up by one of the soldiers, turned his head over, and pointed his buttocks directly at the sharp pillar, Old Zhangtou was placed on a circular stone platform, and his hands, feet, and feet were tightly bound. At this time, Lao Zhangtou was shaking violently, waiting for the severe pain to come.

The old Zhangtou has no faith anymore. He doesn't care about the shitty land gods now, so he has no object to pray to. All he has is infinite fear and trembling that cannot be comforted.

At this time, the old Zhangtou suddenly felt a kind of anger, why should he be imprisoned?Why should his life be dominated by others? < It's a pity, there is nothing more terrifying than this in the world, old man Zhang is willing to go all out!

Old Zhangtou took a deep breath, and then burst out laughing. After laughing twice, he opened his mouth and cursed: "I'm the eighteenth generation ancestors of you shitty land gods!"

After Lao Zhangtou's voice burst out suddenly, the whole square instantly became deathly silent.

The ten land gods who were about to leave had to stop in unison, and Haotian looked at the old man with neither sadness nor joy.