Death Inquisitor

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For a while, he couldn't think of any good solution. He Xuliu could only try to walk again, but ended up walking back to the grave.

This time He Xuliu was completely panicked. Others painted bloody and weird paintings, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't be afraid.

Especially when he thought about the people who died in his own hands, he became even more panicked.

It was impossible to describe the fear in his heart. He felt as if he was trapped in a cage from which he could not escape.

Now he couldn't figure out whether he was punched in the wall by a ghost or whether he was lost.

He looked at the grave beside him that had inspired him just now. At this time, it brought him endless fear.

He trembled and said to himself: "Don't be surprised if there are strange things. Don't be surprised if there are strange things. Brother and sister, please don't do anything to me. When I go back this time, I will burn a lot of paper money for you."

As he was talking, he suddenly saw a black invitation lying on the ground not far in front of him.

Feeling very confused, he walked over and took a look.

He Xuliu, who couldn't see clearly, took the black invitation into his hand and read it.

At first, he only saw the back of the invitation and didn't think there was anything wrong. He just felt that as long as the invitation hadn't been wet by the rain, the material was a bit strange.

But when he handed over the invitation, his face turned pale with fright.

"Death...death notice!?"

He screamed, threw away the death notice in his hand, turned around and ran away without thinking.

But when he went round and round and ran around in embarrassment for a long time and returned to the graveyard, he had completely given up his hope.

Judging from the current situation, it is simply impossible for him to get out of here.

The death notice he threw away was floating in the air at this time. I looked through the death notice, which listed all of his crimes.

Helpless, He Xuliu could only walk over and take a look, then suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Judge Death, do you know what art is?"

At the same time, when Douyu Live's death live broadcast room opened again and the splash screen lit up slightly, countless fans had already poured in.

Several lines of subtitles appeared on the screen:

He Xuliu, male, 31 years old, occupation: painter.

Crime: In order to find inspiration, he brutally killed others, killing seventeen people at his hands...

By the time the screen lit up completely, the death notice had disappeared. Only He Xuliu stood there and kept roaring.

He was venting his dissatisfaction. In his opinion, he had done nothing wrong at all. The Death Judge treated him like this, which made him very unconvinced.

"It's not wrong for me to kill people!" He Xuliu pointed to the sky and said: "But I did it all for art. People like you don't understand what art is at all. What qualifications do you have to judge me!"

Ye Chen sneered: "I really don't understand what art is, but I know that no matter what the reason is, you can't hurt innocent people."

Ye Chen's words immediately aroused the support of countless fans. People keep launching barrages at this time:

"That's right! The boss judge is right. Can you kill people casually in the name of art?"

"I'm also an art major, and I particularly look down on this kind of scum. It's obvious that I have a dark heart, but I don't have much ability yet. Now I still have the nerve to scream."

"Oh my god, he would kill someone just to paint a picture. Such an artist must be too scary."

"What an artist, he's just a scumbag!"

"…………"

At this time, He Xuliu still grasped that he was doing it for art and continued to shout.

It seemed like he was no longer prepared to say anything unreasonable. As long as he felt it was right, it was right.

Ye Chen didn't bother to say anything to such a person.

He Xuliu didn't close his mouth until his reaction became a little hoarse. Judge Death paid no attention to him, and there was no point in him continuing to shout like this.

What's more important is that his voice is now hoarse and he doesn't have the strength to shout anymore.

The rain had stopped by this time, but the wind was getting stronger. He Xuliu's whole body was shaking uncontrollably. His clothes had been soaked, and now he felt cold all over.

He Xuliu couldn't stand it anymore after sneezing several times in a row.

If this continues, he will freeze to death here.

What seemed exaggerated to him was when he took steps to try to see if he could walk back to the village.

Suddenly, heavy snow fell in the sky. The snowflakes fell and immediately melted into water.

The temperature in the air dropped sharply, and within a short time, frost formed on his eyebrows.

The bone-piercing cold was unbearable for him.

He Xuliu, who was trembling all over, had tears starting to flow from his eyes.

He was so cold that his hands and feet were about to crack.

He opened his mouth to shout something, but a gust of cold wind blew through and poured into his mouth. He could say nothing more.

He only felt that his body no longer belonged to him

Same.

Only the pain that constantly stimulated his nerves still existed.

No matter how many times he walked back to the grave, He Xuliu finally gave up.

He didn't care about anything anymore, and even walked directly into the graves, found a lower place to lie down, and used these graves to block him from the cold wind.

Just when he felt like he was about to freeze to death, a flash of fire suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Although it was very weak, it was full of temptation for He Xuliu.

He couldn't help but stood up and walked towards the pile of fire.

Already numb with cold, he couldn't help grinning when he saw the house in front of him and the two big red lanterns hanging at the door.

He walked to the door and slapped it hard.

After a while, the door was opened. The person who opened the door was a very young-looking girl, about fifteen years old, wearing an embroidered dress.

She looked at He Xuliu, bent her head and asked doubtfully: "What's the matter with you?"

He Xuliu trembled and said: "Cold...cold..."

With that said, he couldn't help but rushed in. Then he closed the door with his backhand and breathed a sigh of relief.

The warm feeling made him moan uncontrollably. Inside, he felt as if he was sitting next to the stove.

When he turned around, he was just about to turn around and explain to the little girl. ..

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