"Father, that's a lot of lives. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoSeveral families depend on them for their livelihoods. Although these slaves were of humble status, they also had parents and children. ”

Situ Ming looked at the slave who was kneeling on the ground and could be slaughtered at any time, and couldn't help but feel a trace of compassion in his heart, and said with some pleading.

Seeing that the old master's eyes were not as cold as just now, Situ Ming continued.

"Now we are now reporting Situ Lang to Chenghuang, and the government can punish him for his crimes. ”

"Yes, but sin is not unto death. ”

The old master looked at the slave who was kneeling on the ground, and there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes, but that trace of unbearability was quickly replaced by coldness.

"If you fight a serpent, you will not die. ”

"Ming'er, those who achieve great things are not informal!"

The old master looked at Situ Ming, who was full of unbearable expression, and said with some teachings and some embarrassment:

"Don't be blinded by these hypocrisies, I really regret that you have read too many Confucian classics. In the end, he ended up with a corpse in a different place. ”

The old master's words made Situ Ming's face stiffen. The words that I wanted to say were also blocked.

"For the sake of the final result, some sacrifices are inevitable. ”

"These people died for the future of the Situ family, and they died well!"

The old master said unusually coldly.

Situ Ming's eyes were stunned, and he looked at the old master in disbelief. As if he was so strange.

In his impression, the old family owner has always been a very kind father who responds to his needs. But to this day, he met another complete stranger.

Ruthless and unscrupulous.

Maybe this is the true face of the old master, only in front of Situ Ming, he is an amiable father.

In front of others, even in front of Situ Lang, he was a majestic family head.

No one dares to disobey him, for those who disobey him are already dead or about to die.

"I just hope that the torturer can endure it, and if he can't bear it, he will make a big plan!"

The old master looked at the place where Situ was hidden, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the high wall and the obstruction of the trees, and said with some meaning.

"My grandson is much better than you. If it was three hundred years ago, I would have been a dominant figure. ”

"Even if he is in the current dynasty, as long as he is given enough room to grow, he will definitely be able to wear red and purple in the future and stand tall in the court. ”

Situ Ming's gaze also looked in the direction of Situ Xing's invisibility, and his gaze was much more complicated than that of the old master.

As a father, he hopes that Situ Lang is safe, stealth to the end, and wait for Situ Lang to commit a heinous crime before attacking, which is the wisest choice.

But in his heart, he didn't want this, because that would mean that the blood of Si Tu had cooled, and it was no different from those who were hungry for profit outside.

Just when Situ Ming was surprisingly entangled and struggling in his heart, Situ Xing was like a cheetah lying quietly on the canopy.

He looked at the courtyard with a solemn face, his eyes had already shrunk into a straight line, and his palm was pressed on the hilt of the sword, as if it was a cheetah ready to be hunted, and it could burst out with amazing power at any time.

But in Situ Xing's heart, there was a constant battle between heaven and man.

Legalists talk about potential, art, and law.

The so-called art refers to the art of political power, when the emperor controls people, he is elusive, this is the "art".

In the past, art was the specific power and method of the emperor to rule, guard, supervise and spy on the secrets of his subordinates and the people.

"If the minister is too expensive, he will change his position. ”

Some emperors were happy to say this, and in order to check whether the ministers were incorruptible, he set some traps for them and arranged for people to bribe the ministers, and as a result, many people fell into the trap and were killed.

In today's parlance, it's fishing law enforcement.

According to the current situation, if you don't stop it, let Situ Lang go to the blood sacrifice, go to violate the law of the Great Cadres, and when the situation is out of control, that is, the day when Situ Lang will be punished.

It's similar to "fishing law enforcement", although it's a bit dirty, but it's the easiest way and the best way.

As a disciple of the Legalists, Situ Xing made a judgment in an instant, and the most beneficial way for him was to brake with static. He just had to watch casually as Situ Lang killed the slave and sacrificed blood.

When the situation is out of control.

If you kill the door again, or tell the official, no matter how pedantic people are, they will not say anything about "benevolence and filial piety", let alone "kissing and hiding", because Situ Lang uses people to sacrifice for his own selfishness.

It violates human ethics and has already violated the rebellion of the cadres and the people. No one can forgive such a crime.

But there was an indescribable tingling in Situ Xing's heart.

Because of his inaction, and his way of power, several people will be killed here.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me.

Thinking of this, two voices appeared in his heart.

Save, he will lose a chance to bring Situ Lang to death.

If he doesn't save it, he can make Situ Lang's blood sacrifice an iron case, so that he will never be able to turn over, but several innocent people will lose their lives.

This is a very difficult choice.

There was a faint look of struggle in Situ Xing's eyes. The hand on the hilt of the sword tightened and loosened, loosened and clenched.

"Sacrifice!"

Looking at the slaves who seemed to be lambs to be slaughtered, and the impatient ghosts and gods, Situ Lang said in a cold voice.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The bronze war drums and the desolate and simple sacrificial sound sounded again, and all the ghosts and gods stretched out their fangs and looked at the slaves kneeling on the ground with hideous faces.

The Bi Lotus Daoist took out a sacrificial magic knife from his arms.

This magic knife is not very long, only the size of a palm, but there are many mysterious patterns painted on it, and this magic knife should have participated in many sacrifices.

The dark red blood had dried up, leaving blood spots on the blade of the magic knife.

"Kill it!"

Looking at the sacrifice that was about to begin, Situ Xing's eyes showed a hint of determination.

The body suddenly sprang out like a cheetah. With his feet on the bluestone ground, his body seemed to be a dexterous female leopard, and he jumped up the wall in an instant.

"Stop!"

Situ Xing's voice was very loud, and it seemed to have some kind of magical power, not only the Bi Lotus Dao people, but even the movements of other people couldn't help but stagnate.

"Trespass on people's houses, punish him as a bandit, and kill him for me!"

Situ Lang looked at Situ Xing, who was dressed in green clothes and as dexterous as a cheetah, and couldn't help but have a trace of anger in his eyes, and shouted loudly.

"No!"

"No!"

More than a dozen guards wearing armor and holding spears suddenly burst out, and the armor leaves rubbed against each other, making bursts of sound.

Situ Xing was not afraid, holding the sword in both hands, and his body moved forward abruptly.