Death Inquisitor

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Blood trickled and spread from under his body.

The smell of blood in this place is even stronger!

Leihuo was cold all over, he was the only one left!

But there are four more on the opposite side!

Four against one, he seems to have foreseen his own death.

Number Eight stepped forward, clenched his hands into fists.

The roulette turns.

"Cut off your five fingers."

Jingle!

A brand new pair of scissors landed on the ground beside Number Eight.

His mouth was slightly opened, showing a look of fear.

"No..." But the words in his mouth haven't spit out yet.

Those around turned around and aimed at his gun, and blocked his words again.

Die, or choose to execute, there is no third way to go.

When the sharp edge of the scissors touches the skin.

Number Eight's hands trembled, and with a cry, he cut the scissors!

The ten fingers connected to the heart, and the excruciating pain made No. 8's entire face as white as paper.

A piece of finger fell to the ground.

Blood trickled down.

"Ah!" The pain made him shout desperately until his voice became hoarse.

With a pop, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

The vocal cords are broken!

"There are still four fingers." Ye Chen's reminder came.

In front of the computer, there were a few viewers watching the live broadcast with tears in their eyes.

"Good girl, did you see it in the sky? God has eyes! This villain has finally been punished! Woooooo!"

"Evil is rewarded with evil. It's not that it hasn't been rewarded, but that the time has not come! Now, the time has finally come!"

"Hahaha, heaven has eyes!"

Click!

The second finger was cut off, and Number Eight trembled and trembled.

No, he couldn't hold on anymore, it was too painful.

He couldn't wait for the next round to receive treatment.

It is better to die than to suffer so much!

The scissors fell to the ground, and he looked at the barrels with determination.

Then he ran towards the warehouse door suddenly.

But no fire!

Instead, a wooden frame appeared and bound him.

Number four ran away because he was afraid of death, so Ye Chen let him die.

But No. 8 wanted to die, so Ye Chen couldn't let him do what he wanted.

Only in this way can the greatest despair and fear be aroused.

"If you dare to escape, then the punishment will be doubled!" Ye Chen said.

At the same time, colorful lights appeared on Leihuo's body.

"Go, cut off his ten fingers!"

There was a look of unwillingness on Leihuo's face.

He didn't want to listen to the judge of death, but he knew that if he didn't listen, there would only be a dead end.

Although his situation looks very bad now.

But there is no chance of life.

He doesn't want to give up hope.

Picking up the scissors on the ground, Leihu came to No. 8 with a gloomy face.

Under the terrified and pleading expression of the other party, he clamped his fingers with the scissors and cut it off!

The blade of the scissors entered the skin, and blood burst out instantly.

The muscles on Number Eight's face twitched, and his head instinctively lifted up.

Then, the blade of the scissors met the finger bone.

Lei Hu frowned slightly, and began to increase his strength with the hand holding the scissors.

Click...

There was the sound of bones breaking.

Number Eight began to gasp, as if his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

Although it was not the first time he had suffered this kind of pain, it was still unbearable.

Finally, after Leihuo cut it decisively, a finger fell to the ground.

No. 8's silent pain made the audience shudder.

That face seems to be twisted together, and then wrinkle itself to bleed!

After gaining one experience, Leihuo finally became more proficient.

When cutting the fingers, it took more effort to not get caught in the middle of the bone.

Click, click, like cutting a piece of ham sausage.

Number Eight's ten fingers finally left his hands.

On the bare palm, there were only ten terrifying red dots left.

A large amount of blood came out of it, and there was a big puddle under the wooden frame!

"Next, No. 9, Zhang Biao!" Ye Chen's voice sounded again.

Zhang Biao fixed his eyes on Leihuo and walked to the side of the turntable.

Turning to look at him, not looking at the roulette at all, stretching out his hand to spin it.

clatter...

"Designate one person to cut off the nose!"

Thunder Tiger's expression changed.

"I want him to cut his nose!" Zhang Biao's hand pointed at him.

Colorful light appeared on Zhang Biao.

He was the one who executed this time.

Seeing that No. 7 was not her, her heart finally returned to her stomach.

Then he became nervous again, and prayed in his heart: "It would be best if that Leihuo and Zhang Biao could die together! That way, there would be two less competitors at once!"

"Zhang Biao, come and have a try, I will drag you to be buried with me!" Lei Huo bowed slightly.

Glancing at the small knife given by the death judge in Zhang Biao's hand, he felt a lot more at ease.

As long as it wasn't that kind of machete, he still had a chance to resist.

"Made!" Zhang Biao showed hesitation on his face.

The scene of No. 6 dragging Li Guoyun to die together is still vivid in my memory.

Hearing Leihuo's words now, he also became a little worried.

If Leihuo's skill is not weak, it will be troublesome.

But I thought of the hatred between the two, coupled with the persecution of those gun barrels around.

Zhang Biao finally suppressed the worries in his heart and rushed forward.

Leihu gritted his teeth, intending to reach out and grab the opponent's knife, and start a hand-to-hand fight.

Seven's face lit up with excitement, that's it! It's best to die together!

In this way, he only has one opponent in number five.

The knife was grabbed by Lei Huo with his hand, and the terrifying sensation of the sharp edge cutting through the skin of his palm made him tremble all over.

Then, bursts of pain came from the wound.

A lot of blood dripped down.

"Damn it, let me go!" Zhang Biao yanked out the knife.

Thunder Tiger screamed.

The right hand holding the knife was cut with a deeper wound, and instinctively let go.

Then it kept trembling and trembling.

"Hiss! Hiss!" Lei Huo suddenly realized that he couldn't move his hands.

"The tendon is broken!" A thought suddenly appeared in his mind. ..

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