The effect of ecstasy on words is not as good as one-on-one absolute control, but the audience is a group of ordinary mortals, and Zuo Si performed it himself, so it silently affects their subconscious.
Even a few extreme people cannot make waves.
The trial of Wen Likang has also reached its final stage.
People who knew what was going to happen next raised their hands and cheered, while others reached out to cover the eyes of the children around them.
“Why don’t we stop reading?” Cao Ji, who was being supported by the book boy, suggested in a low voice.
Qiao Huai looked at Mi Feixue and said bravely: “The boss is not afraid, and we can’t be afraid either!”
Hearing this, other children who wanted to retreat also stood firm.
Mi Feixue glanced at Qiao Huai.
However, the bloody scene of beheading with a knife that everyone was waiting for did not appear.
The fire in Zuo Si’s hand ignited and fell on Wen Likang amidst countless exclamations.
Wen Likang’s expression was frozen, his mouth was wide open and he could not make any sound. The flames covered his body but did not hurt him at all.
Pei Rongrong stood up and said that what was burned was the karma of evil people. Wen Likang would be burned for as long as he did no matter how evil he did, until his ghost was purified.
“Doesn’t it look painful?” Qiao Huai said doubtfully.
He is not the only one who thinks this way.
Mortals can’t see the effect of nightmare fire on people’s spirits, so naturally they don’t know what Wen Likang is enduring – Pei Rongrong’s words are not wrong. Nightmare fire brings Wen Likang into a mental illusion, bringing out the most fearful things in his heart, and continues to torture him. His heart and soul. The things you fear most may often be the evil things you have done.
Mi Feixue tilted her head.
Black silk threads as thin as fluttering catkins emanated from Wen Likang’s body and floated toward her.
dirty.
Mi Feixue didn’t want anything from this person, even if she instinctively knew that it was good for her.
She waved her hand with an expressionless face, waved away the black silk stockings, and turned back to Si Ye Mansion.
Seeing that Mi Feixue was about to leave, Qiao Huai and others also felt that there was nothing to see at the scene, so they followed her one by one.
The fire that ‘purified’ Wen Likang burned on the execution platform for seven days.
In the first three days, there would be people watching the fun, but later on, people passing by would just turn their heads and spit in the direction of the burning mass, secretly cursing that Wen Likang had sinned so much that it took him seven days to burn it all.
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