Chapter 1265 The Funeral of the Lawyer

"it's over?"

On the stands, Temperance seemed to be still immersed in horror, looking around blankly, unsure that the end would come so easily.

Dazed, looking around.

"died?"

Even other people looked at each other.

Finally, look at the execution platform.

Until the corpse, which was gradually losing its temperature, was hung on the gallows and slowly rose from the sun. They gradually accepted this so refreshing reality.

The lawyer is dead!

"Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live!"

The onlookers cheered, and the tide of joy kept rising, like a hurricane, blowing and swaying the corpse on the gallows.

"He's finished."

Someone breathed a sigh of relief and finally lay down on the chair.

The tense nerves finally relaxed.

Now, in the overlooking view of the rulers, one can clearly see that as the body is destroyed and withered, a vague figure slowly rises under the gravitational pull of the Eternal Paradise.

Unable to resist, he rose into the sky and was bound by countless chains.

Around him, with the cheers and shouts of the crowd, countless malice rose from the filthy sea of ​​souls, responding to the call and coming!

A dark vortex slowly emerged from the sky, and teeth as sharp as knives rose from it. They rubbed against each other, forming a millstone capable of tearing apart all source matter.

This is the final cycle in the food chain of hell, the destination of all souls and death, slowly ground into dust in the rotation of the eternal paradise, dissolved in the defilement of Bo Xun, reunited in the rancher's dogma, and finally, renewed. newborn……

At this moment, under countless closed teeth, the traces of Huai Shi were completely swallowed up by the whirlpool.

Both spirit and form——

Click!

At that moment, Temperance's smile that had just appeared froze again.

A harsh frictional sound burst out from the 'millstone', and the rotation of the vortex stopped, as if the rapidly rotating gear was stuck by a stone.

The terrifying power is constantly brewing from the whirlpool, almost causing sparks to appear, but it cannot... harm that soul at all!

From the cage of the Eternal Paradise, the authority from the Book of Destiny holds up, stubbornly maintaining the integrity of the soul and implementing Huai Shi's will.

He hasn't thrown in the towel yet.

Never bowed to the hell in front of me.

Whether it’s Bo Xun’s contamination, the rancher’s dogma, or the pressure of the Eternal Paradise, or the malice of countless souls…

Those trivial things could not sway him in the slightest.

It was obvious that he had been suppressed by the Eternal Paradise and was bound in the gap of reincarnation, but at this moment, when those calm eyes were raised, it seemed that there were dark clouds once again shrouding the dome of the Holy City.

The ghost lingers.

"What a joy."

The bound person hanging on the shackles admired his own funeral and admired sincerely: "Everyone is joyful and enthusiastic, holding hands and working together towards death..."

On the ground, crowds of people surged.

The beasts waved their hats and cheered loudly, celebrating the death of darkness, even if the light never came.

And on the gallows, the dead criminals were swaying in the wind, and the sticky blood dripped from their feet and accumulated into shallow pools on the stone slabs.

Tick ​​tock.

The winding scarlet line goes down the steps, passing through the bustling crowd, reflecting the brilliant and shining building on the top floor, the majestic building, and finally falls into the clear river.

Tick ​​tock.

The rushing water moves forward, creating ripples in the river, and finally, with the roaring waterfall, falling into the beautiful gardens and lakes of the upper area, witness the celebrations and dances celebrating the death of the bartender, when the driftwood and leaves collide , and offered empty applause.

Laughter reverberated, ladies and gentlemen danced to the melodious melody, sharing delicious caviar and desserts. Waiters carrying champagne, neatly dressed, were waiting aside, looking up quietly, with smiles always warm and humble.

Tick ​​tock.

Delicate streams merged into wide rivers, and tall bridges were bustling with traffic. Horns blared one after another in the jammed traffic. Scattered marchers held signs that read, "Tune Lawyers Die," cheering as they walked through the traffic. Passed by, the impatient driver poked his head in and cursed. In the distance, in the numerous busy areas of the middle-level area, behind windows one after another, people in cubicles occasionally raised their pale faces, staring at the sparkling water with empty pupils. Soon, they looked away without interest. Overwhelmed again by the torment with no end in sight.

Tick ​​tock.

The gradually rancid pipes were mixed with countless debris, dripping from the leaking pipes, and the sewage fell along the eaves, reflecting the neon lights flashing in the dimness, and the faces covered with scars and stains.

The rickety child was hiding in the corner, spying on the passers-by outside. With a flattering smile, he suddenly jumped up, pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the fat woman's leg. Amidst the screams, he tore off his satchel and turned around. Run wildly.

Under the trampling, the water rippled again, and finally merged into the dark depths of the sewer. Bit by bit, thread by thread, countless rivers converged in the darkness, the sound of tides began to rise again, and the foul-smelling turbid current surged towards the wasteland outside the city.

ticking

The last ray of bright red fell into the wine bowl out of thin air.

There were waves among the white porcelain, and the crystal clear red gradually rippled, blurring Guo Shouche's old face.

Is it an illusion or some kind of magic?

It's really hard to tell.

It doesn't matter anymore.

"It's almost time."

Amidst the stench of decay, Guo Shouche stood on the ridge of the field, raised his wine bowl, tilted it, and a thin line of wine fell into the turbid current, causing the quiet shallow water to ripple again, stirring, as if Countless souls struggled and stirred in pain, and pieces of disgusting foam appeared.

"How amazing."

He chuckled softly: "I didn't expect that the blood of the saint and the culprit would fall into this pot today, and the fire will come -"

Drunk life and dreaming of death bring disaster to the country and the people, and abandon the sage and wisdom.

Unexpectedly, the three dishes that I had carefully prepared for the rancher over the years were actually the soup that would bring disaster to the country and was the first to be made from Sophora japonica.

The earth is like a cauldron, and troubled times are like a furnace.

The five colors, five flavors, and five lights change chaotically, heroes, traitors, and tyrants, you sing and I appear on the stage, just like floating in a cauldron...

If governing a big country is like cooking small dishes, then bringing disaster to the world is no different than cooking soup, right?

Taking this evil world of five turbidities as a field, and the overflowing and distorted six desires as rain, eventually the roots of disaster are sown in hell.

This is Guo Shouque's brand-new work, which he carefully and schemingly presented to the God of Hell.

"Since it's because of you, I'll sacrifice this pot of soup that brings disaster to the country to you, kid."

In the darkness, the Kitchen Demon laughed and threw away the empty bowl in his hand:

"——The destruction of the Holy City will be established with your death!"

Just above his head, a high-pitched roaring sound came.

Under the operation of the mechanism, countless dust and dirt fell, and with the opening of the ceiling, this darkness that had not seen sunlight for decades was once again illuminated.

When that dazzling ray of sunlight fell into the darkness, all the filthy stench suddenly changed quickly, and suddenly turned into a fragrant fragrance.

It is graceful and mellow, constantly flowing and changing in the wind. Like fine wine, like melons and fruits, like delicacies, like ambergris, like all kinds of things, in the end, it turned into the fine fragrance of rice.

When the boiling turbid current gradually becomes clear in the light, those squirming things that are constantly swaying in the darkness will spread out gracefully, glowing with a bright golden color.

Just behind Guo Shouque, someone exclaimed in disbelief.

At this moment, covering the entire lake, growing out of the deepest darkness, countless chemical wastewater, industrial poisons, dross and filth, turned out to be waist-high rice plants.

The plump grains swayed slightly in the air, and when the distant wind blew, waves of wheat waves were set off.

And just above the field ridge, Guo Shouque took a deep breath, and his withered chest even bulged high.

Just like that, move forward and blow out:

"call--"

Under the blowing, rustling sounds were heard one after another, and plump rice fell from the seedlings, fell into the black water, and then quickly dissolved and disappeared.

In the end, when the rice is gone, the seedlings quickly dry up and bend, leaving only the withered roots.

When the rumbling sound of water emerged from behind the gradually opening gate, the solid darkness in the lake began to stir, making waves like a living creature.

Eager to try.

"go Go."

Guo Shouque looked at the surging soup of disaster, full of expectations and blessings, smiled and whispered softly: "The harvest time has arrived."

In this way, all the evils in the world have been gathered together, and countless essences have been collected. This soup of disaster for the country, which has reached its peak, rushes wildly in the dry river, rushes into the distance, and finally, silently moistens into the earth of the Holy City. Never again.

But the pitch black, against gravity, spread rapidly from the canals and tunnels extending in all directions.

Up, up, counterattack along the turbid current, under the reflection of neon, crossing the constraints of the low-rise area, rippling from the wide river, gradually dimming and diluting, but wisps of dark colors follow the curved water and The waterfall spread into the clear river, reflecting the noisy crowd and the sun in the sky.

Quietly moistening every tributary and land.

Finally, along the winding blood flow, he fell into the red under the gallows.

On the stand, Temperance's sight suddenly froze, turning from the sky to the pool of blood under the gallows.

Only a little darkness was seen, blooming quietly in the blood.

Like flowers.

The fragrance is faint.

This is the funeral of the lawyer.

In the long silence, Temperance said nothing, but watched the bit of darkness gradually fade and disappear.

After a long while, he stood up suddenly, took one last cold look at the restrained Huai Shi, and walked away.

Huai Shi still smiled.

Enjoy this luxurious sacrifice of your own.

Looking down quietly, watching the roots of disaster spreading silently in the darkness... throughout the entire earth.

Happy children holding hands and singing songs.

Gradually heading towards hell.

Wait for me, little friend, let's go together.

Go into that blazing fire!