After reading the verdict, the audience suddenly exploded again.

"What, the Ghost King, when did the Ghost Clan return to the world?"

"The verdict says that the ghost king is the murderer who killed Yue Zhuxian? Is this true? How did Xi Muxian find out?"

"She released the ghost king privately and took the initiative to accept the punishment, but why did she let her go?"

The immortals looked at each other, and to each other you asked me, I asked you, but no one could say the answer.

Qingqiu Wuwu was the first to shout out, raised his fan, and shouted at the torture platform: "Tong'er, if you smoke down three hundred wattle vines, can you still have your life? Don't be so stubborn, come down first, let's retry this case!"

Xi Mutong smiled calmly: "Thank you Brother Qingqiu for your concern, even the first culprit in this case has confessed, so there is no need for a retrial." Since the establishment of the Luoyin Zhuyu Immortal Law, more than 500 people have been tried for violating the rules within the Immortal Clan. Not only that, but even the demon clan has more than 200 people, so the immortal law is punished. As the saying goes, rewards do not leave revenge, killing relatives does not violate relatives, orders must be done, and the law must be believed. Although I, Xi Mutong, am the head of the immortals, I am also a member of the immortal clan. If the violation of the law is confirmed, how can you use your power to deliberately escape punishment? In the interest of justice, I have gathered you here to prove that in my immortal clan, the leader who violates the law is also treated equally, and those who have been punished will not complain about this law. ”

Her words were so wordy that the audience was silent.

Qingqiu Wuwu also put away the fan and stood aside, not knowing how else to stop it.

"Fighting, execution—"

She didn't want to delay any longer, gave the order one last time, and then stretched out her arms, and before the crowd could see that she had hung herself on the torture rack of red pine.

Doudou stood blankly, as if he had forgotten where he was.

There was silence in the audience, and only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

Xi Mutong's hands were suspended, and he looked up expressionlessly, looking at the towering Pearl Peak in the distance, and the True Dragon Peak opposite the Pearl Peak, which was watching from afar.

In fact, she knew that once on countless months of cool and breezy nights, when she sat in front of the ethereal hall and played the song "Far Return" alone, Zhuyue stood on the top of Mingzhu Peak, looking at her from afar, and accompanying her.

He is so persistent, always holding on motionless, until the first ray of light appears in the east, and never leaves until he appears.

After his death, the morning glow was still the same every morning, and the figure that left in the glow of the sun could no longer be found.

Today, in order to avenge Zhuyue, she actually hurt another person who occupies an important position in her life, a century-old friend. Because of her obsession, he was forced to change from a vampire freak to a one-handed freak.

Let go of Yunqing, she is willing to receive these three hundred wattle vine whips for Zhuyue. Because she stubbornly wanted to kill Yunqing, and Jiang Nanjun cut off her left hand, she should receive these three hundred wattle vine whips for him.

Doudou hung his head and glanced at the water bells under the stage.

At this time, Shui Ling'er had withdrawn from the crowd, just standing far away, no longer coming to stop the execution. But a face has long been so white that it is no longer visible.

Dou Dou didn't dare to let Xi Mutong give orders again, so he had to recite the recipe and point his finger at the thorn vine whip.

The whip received the command, "swished" out of the torture frame, jumped into the air, stretched and straightened itself, and then slammed it on Xi Mutong's back......

One, two, three......

Blood, oozing from her thin back, soaked the gray prison robes bright red.

This thin back, five hundred years ago, in order to save the creatures under Mount Tai, had to endure the ten thousand souls rope thrown out by the wild python.

Even after 500 years, her old wounds still haven't healed, and the pain of eating bones and souls torments her every day.

And this whipping tore her flesh and skin again, and the new wounds that piled up more and more seemed not to be on her back, but more like to be wounded on her heart. (To be continued.) )