I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 91 The past reappears (please read it!)

I have to say that, except for some differences in strength, the styles of these people from the Offshore Society are surprisingly the same.

At a glance, these people can tell from their temperament whether they are in the same group and the status of each other.

So, among these people, those whose painting styles are inconsistent...

"Is that him?"

Following Yunek's line of sight, Zhang Xing saw that arrogant figure.

"Satyr..." When he said this name, Yunek was unexpectedly calm. There was no emotion or anger in his eyes, he just looked at Satir's cheerful expression silently.

"You're still a beast!"

It's quite a fitting statement - the beast in this man's mouth is holding the weapons or instruments of torture provided to him by the sea, and slowly hacking up the pirates who were hung up on the execution platform.

And it seems that he is still an experienced player, of course, it may be because he has enough practice, because next to the pirate who was found to be chopped up, there are still some dead bodies, or only one breath left.

Judging from the increasingly feeble rise and fall of the chests, they probably couldn't survive, so they should all be classified as corpses.

Zhang Xing was very sure that those corpses that were so fresh that they were almost dead were all made by Satir. The specific method of death is difficult to determine, but judging from the exposed wounds, there are quite a few tricks.

It can be seen with the naked eye that Satyr is a beast who is good at torture and enjoys torture.

Because he had restrained his perception, Zhang Xing couldn't hear clearly, but he was sure that the pirate who was the new material was yelling and cursing something, and Satir also seemed to enjoy the yelling and cursing.

After all, he was the one who moved the knife, and the strength of the one who could only move his mouth dissipated much faster than before.

But the dissipation of strength does not mean relief. As we said before, Satyr is good at torturing. The blood-red mark tattooed on his forehead, the blood-soaked beard, and the eyes like dead fish can all illustrate this.

The eyes of a dead fish are not scary. What is scary is that the fish can still smile happily when it is dead.

The scolding finally turned into begging for mercy, before he still had the strength.

"I thought this last one would last a little longer."

"Where did you hire the executioner this time?"

"That's right, I've almost finished the killing, but none of the techniques are the same."

"It's probably not cheap..."

Looking away from the distance, Zhang Xing looked at the passers-by who were whispering not far away, and then looked at Yunek, who was gradually turning red and warm as Satir killed.

Fortunately, it serves as a stage to promote strength, whether to enemies or port residents. Although there are many killings here, there is always no shortage of onlookers.

Under the cover of those strange postures, Yunek's performance in this place is not surprising at all - whether it is the hatred of the residents for the pirates, the fear of the executioners by the corpse companions, or simply watching the fun of killing, here There are all kinds of people.

"In order to show that they are doing something, the Offshore Society will occasionally select some well-known criminals and put them here to kill for the people of Eris to see..."

Although the enemy had finished his work and turned around and walked into the offshore association's station, Yuneke was not in a hurry at all and still had time to explain to Zhang Xing.

"Most of the time it is to promote one's own terror, to warn those who are unwilling to pay, and occasionally to give this right to those collaborators."

Whether it is for the same purpose as the offshore association, such as warning one's peers, or simply wanting to try one's hand. Anyway, whether it's the audience's satisfaction with the stage effect or the performers' own pleasure, the business of this execution booth is developing well.

Of course, this method of substituting people for execution was said by the offshore association. Naturally, they specially hired some executioners to do it for the sake of effect. Anyway, those collaborators cannot show their faces, their reputation can only be spread elsewhere, and it is impossible to snatch this claim. Until he saw his enemy with his own eyes, Yunek also believed in this theory.

But Yunek believed in his own eyes more than the bragging of the offshore society.

His eyes are unmistakable. Compared to his deputy position as executioner, his enemy's reputation as a pirate is much greater. Even if such a person chooses to remain anonymous, it is impossible for him to do such a conspicuous thing, let alone to be an executioner.

From that moment on, Yunek understood what the offshore sea would be like.

"But it doesn't matter to me whether they are good things or not." Yunek looked at Zhang Xing and smiled: "I just say this so that you can be careful about the offshore society in the future, although I don't know what you are going to do. , but I’m sure that even if you want to have fun, you won’t just have fun.”

Zhang Xing must have some other purpose, and those are the most conspicuous targets in Xiacheng District.

No matter what Zhang Xing is going to do, as the benefactor who allowed him to regain his past, Yuneke hopes that he will not make wrong judgments because of his false reputation.

Regarding Yunek's opinion of himself, Zhang Xing is very satisfied.

Sure enough, he couldn't hide his righteousness. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was engaging in prostitution... and having fun was all for a just cause!

Among the onlookers who began to disperse, Zhang Xing and Younek stood still, somewhat conspicuous in the crowd. But it was obvious that neither of them cared about this. After all, one was ready to die, while the other was ready to let others die at any time.

Leaning next to a somewhat dry tree, Yunek looked at the corpses floating in the wind.

Those people must have been dead. Their corpses made no extra movement under the sea breeze. Whether it was the twitching of stress or the rise and fall of their chests, they had now stopped.

Only the gradually drying blood dripped down the cracks that were difficult to count, splashing the flowers of life with the help of the sea breeze.

He looked at it very seriously, and many of the remaining viewers, like him, held their breath as they watched the passing image.

There's a cruel beauty to it, isn't it?

The audience was a little unsatisfied, and they seemed to want to watch it a second time, but Yunek was different. He didn't want to watch it a second time at all.

Because he has seen it twice.

Once now, and again - when his family died.

Satir's craftsmanship seems to have improved a lot, and because these pirates were strong and strong, they lasted until the end, allowing the executioner to perform thoroughly.

Unlike his family, who died within a few stabs and couldn't even cry.

It didn't leave a deep impression at all, not even enough to make people stand here and look at it for a while.

As a result, except for myself, a weak person, there is no memory of them in the world anymore.

Liquid of the same color gradually seeped out from the red eyes, and his vision became completely red.

"Just like that day..."

Whispering, Yunek forced himself to stare at the booth with his eyes that were beginning to lose sight, and he was not allowed to waver at all.

This time, although he no longer had strong skills, he no longer allowed the cowardice in his heart to speak.

"Just like that day!"

(End of this chapter)