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Chapter 37 Don’t leave, come together!

Grumbling.

The man made an incomprehensible sound, as if he was chanting some spell.

At the same time, he struggled outwards desperately, trying to get out of this situation.

But the fire seemed to be conscious, surrounding him, leaving him unable to find a way out.

There were screams and calls for help all around, but the man's face was twisted in pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

There were no signs of being burned on his body.

After a while, his spell seemed to have some effect, and he gradually escaped from the sea of ​​​​fire, with his head sticking out.

Fu Minghui was anxious and subconsciously stepped forward to kick him back, but Luo Zhao stopped her.

"Don't worry," he said.

"Can you not be anxious?" Fu Minghui was so angry that he was about to jump. "Damn this old bastard, he killed so many innocent people, but he has no regrets at all. Even now, he still uses magic tricks to escape, without begging for mercy or crying out for pain. , What the hell are you pretending to be! You bastard, I want him to die ten thousand times, to be buried with my parents, and to avenge everyone!"

"I think ten thousand times is enough." Luo Zhao nodded coldly, with a faint smile on his lips, "You don't understand the boundaries yet, so just start now, just watch. "

There was a slight cruelty to him in that way, but he was so cruel to look at.

"Don't leave, come together!" Suddenly, a female voice came.

Fu Minghui saw a beautiful girl swooping towards the old bastard.

The snow-white wedding dress on her body was lifted high by the wind blown by the fire, like an angel's wings spread wide.

She is the absolute protagonist of this wedding, the bride!
  She came from the fire, fell from the sky, and grabbed the man's suit by the back.

The flames enveloped her body, causing her delicate petal-like skin to shatter into pieces and become scorched black.

But the wedding dress was still white and spotless.

"Give it back to me! Give it back to me." She still had the happy smile on her face, but there were tears of blood in her eyes, "Give me back my future! Now, right away!"

On that day more than a year ago, she was the happiest and most beautiful person in the world, and she would soon live the life she longed for.

But everything was destroyed in the blink of an eye, destroyed in one moment.

There is nothing more despairing than happiness right in front of you, but also being completely destroyed right in front of you.

He also had to endure the pain of the burning fire, and his death was so extreme and terrifying.

"You are not allowed to leave!" Her voice suddenly became sharp and sad, as if it pierced people's ears and penetrated into their hearts.

Fu Minghui couldn't even bear it and quickly covered his ears.

"Chinese, let go!" the old bastard suddenly cursed.

With a hiss, he tore up his suit and rushed out with all his strength.

But, it's too late.

Before he knew it, people were standing around him, real people!

Although the ferocious fire followed, and they were turned into ashes like the bride, the blackened bones turned into countless branches, ferocious and violent, weaving into a fine network, killing the old bastard. Surrounded inside.

The tongues of fire also followed their bodies and quickly reached the old bastard.

"Ah ah ah, let go of me, it hurts so much. Let go!" He finally stopped pretending and screamed out in pain, struggling as if he had fallen into sewage in boiling oil.

"Ah, it's burning, it's burning, let go!"

"I will save you for you, otherwise I will let you never be saved again."

"It is your honor to be a member of the great layout!"

"Ah, please, please let me go."

"I plead guilty! I plead guilty! Let me die quickly."

He kept shouting, but no matter what he said or did, it was of no use. Fu Minghui watched his body melt rapidly with his own eyes, and the despair and fear in his eyes spread boundlessly.

There was even a hint of regret.

But I don’t regret doing it, I regret getting caught and being retaliated against!
  "So, was he burned to death outside?" Fu Minghui was a little excited.

Although the scene was cruel, she felt extremely happy in her heart.

Suddenly I understood why in some countries, when death row prisoners are executed, the families of the victims can watch with their own eyes.

That feeling of revenge...

Before Luo Zhao could answer her, the scene in front of him changed again.

In the elevator, the old bastard was squeezed in by a dense crowd of people.

Those people were expressionless and motionless, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

Until the entire elevator car was like a closed iron pot, red-hot like a soldering iron. The "people" next to it remained motionless. Only the old bastard sandwiched in the middle was being steamed and roasted, with white smoke rising from his body because of his breathing. He couldn't help but kept grabbing his neck, and finally screamed miserably, shrinking into a human being.

Then the scene changed again.

The old bastard was running as hard as he could on a corridor, with the flames behind him like a small beast chasing after him.

Seeing that he was about to escape, his face even showed a look of ecstasy.

But at this moment, just one step away from the light of life, the space suddenly collapsed, and bricks and tiles fell like raindrops, quickly burying him.

Only one hand was left, stretching out in vain.

Dust and smoke were everywhere, making Fu Minghui cough even if he stood not far away and watched.

She suddenly felt something was wrong.

Since the old bastard was burned to death in the fire at the rooftop restaurant, how could he die again and again in the elevator and in the collapsed stairwell?
  If he was hurt in the border and copied in reality, how could he die again and again?
  Before the doubts could be asked, the scene returned to the first scene, then the second scene, and the third scene.

Then, another round.

"He won't be burned to death." Luo Zhao only now answered Fu Minghui's question with a calm tone.

"But why?"

"What happens in the border is not just a picture. Although we are bystanders, they are real, at least here." Luo Zhao said, "They have their own ideas and things to do. Hurt will only come from harm, and if you don’t want to... Now it’s obvious that they don’t want the perpetrator to die smoothly, they just want him to taste the extreme pain they have endured over and over again.”

Fu Minghui suddenly realized.

No wonder Luo Zhao said: In the border, they are just bystanders.

Although he will participate, he is far from the dominant one.

"We must stop the bad and evil things in the border. For the legitimate ones, we choose to ignore them, or... help. Negative energy must be resolved, and dark matter must be eliminated. This is the reason." Luo Zhao added.

"The souls of injustice must be redeemed, and the evil spirits must be killed." Fu Minghui has his own understanding.

Folklore and religious understanding.

"What if they accidentally burned this person to death?" she asked again.

Obviously Luo Zhao is a member of some national secret agency. In that case, aren't there rules and disciplines to abide by? If something goes wrong and he is involved in foreign affairs, will it cause him trouble?

"There are always unexpected losses." Luo Zhao's expression remained unchanged, his eyes firm.

It just means that if there is a problem, he is willing and able to solve it.

So strong.

Having known each other for such a long time and having been to and from the border together many times, Fu Minghui cast an admiring look at Luo Zhao for the first time.

But just when she was about to ask something more, the space suddenly fluctuated, and a few more people came out.

　When I wrote about the old bastard calling 12 "Chinese people", it made me angry.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)