Lord God Investigator

"This is impossible, this is wrong! God, this is wrong!"

Old Man Liu couldn't believe what he saw. He didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out. He shouted and struggled, standing up again and again, only to be pushed down again and again by the soldiers who were escorting him.

Not far away from him, the black warrior knelt on the ground, with a thick rope of beef tendon soaked in oil wrapped around his body, and two long knives held at his neck.

Farther away, there was a row of corpses stacked up in rows, as well as hundreds of wounded soldiers wrapped in cloths and wailing.

The young and strong villagers were forced to carry water to wash away the pools of blood that had formed puddles on the ground, and used rakes to pull out fallen teeth and bone residue from the soil.

The women were taking care of the wounded soldiers, but those country women with rough hands and feet were not good at setting bones, and there were not enough doctors in the Fort. As a result, the wounded soldiers howled even more miserably while receiving treatment.

Not one of the corpses in that row died at the hands of the black-clad warriors. They were all accidentally killed at the moment when the volley of fire cannons was fired.

Xu Qingsong sat on a chair in front of the black warrior with a pale face. His broken leg and hand were splinted. Sitting on the other Taishi chair next to him was Jiang Ping with his arms hanging.

With a smile on his face, Jiang Feng stood proudly behind the black-armored warrior. The handle of one of the knives placed on the black-armored warrior's neck was in his hand.

"Uncle, my nephew will use a little plan to capture the invading enemy and send him to his uncle to be punished."

Xu Qingsong nodded slowly, his voice a little hoarse: "Thank you, nephew, if you weren't here today, I'm afraid I would have been harmed by this madman!"

He looked at the pile of corpses and the group of wounded soldiers in the distance, and felt a sense of fear in his heart. This time, Xujiabao's vitality was seriously injured, many people died, many more were injured, and most of the wounded soldiers were disabled.

But he felt it was worth it, even if he died twice more and injured twice as many people, it would be worth it!

Xu Qingsong stared at the black-armored warrior with hatred, gritted his teeth and said: "You are by no means an idle person! Who sent you here? Are you one of my men?"

The warrior in black was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and said nothing.

The nearly invulnerable black bat armor had been torn in several places in the last fight. Under each torn opening in the armor was a hideous wound like a child's open mouth.

"Don't you say yes?" Xu Qingsong said grimly: "I will make you regret giving birth! I will crush every bone of yours! Pull out every tooth of yours! Tear every inch of your skin!"

The black-clothed warrior remained silent, as if a meteorite made of dark iron had already released all the light and heat, peeling off all the covering dust, mud and stones, leaving only one piece that was harder than iron and colder than ice. Core.

"Catch all those untouchables, and I will deal with this bat monster in front of these untouchables!"

Xu Qingsong howled hysterically and ordered.

Meng Xinghun was in a very peaceful mood. He felt that having such a final flash of light in his life was enough.

After the hustle and bustle, there should be silence. It is better to go crazy for the last time in life than to live like a walking zombie. This life can be regarded as coming to an end, but I don't know if there will be an afterlife.

He is not afraid of death. If he is not afraid of death, will he still be afraid of pain? What's more, he has received special training and can endure tremendous pain that ordinary people cannot bear. Crushing bones, pulling out teeth, and peeling skin are nothing.

It's a pity... He has to be a confused ghost. When he is about to die, he doesn't understand what Ah Fu is or what Ah Fu wants to do.

"Meng Xinghun, you won't just give up so easily, saying in your heart, 'I have no regrets in my life, my head will be no bigger than a bowl-sized scar, and I will be a good man again after eighteen years', and then wait for death in peace?" "

Just as he was thinking about it, Afu's extremely disgusting voice came to his ears. Meng Xinghun didn't want to pay attention to him, so he mistook it for the noise of a fly buzzing.

"Master Bu was actually beaten all over his body like you, and was captured and threatened to be cut into pieces."

Ah Fu didn't care what Meng Xinghun thought, he just kept talking to himself.

"Master Bu is also a human being. He is not a god. His martial arts skills are not as high as yours, so he is often beaten badly. He is often faced with situations where he is almost certain to die. But you know what happened to him after he was captured and crippled. Did you do it?”

At the last moment of his life, Meng Xinghun didn't want to listen to Ah Fu's chatter, but he couldn't help but be attracted by his words.

In fact, he has begun to believe that there really is a hero like Bruce in the world. If everything is made up by Ah Fu, Ah Fu's ability to make up stories would be too great.

What's more, he wore Lord Boo's armor, used Lord Boo's darts, rode Lord Boo's bat, and visited Lord Boo's manor and the Batcave.

He admired Bu Daxia very much. If Ah Fu had not made up the fact that Bu Daxia was his father, then he would definitely be proud of having such a father.

So he became curious and wanted to know what Master Bu would do if he faced this situation.

"Bu Da Xia never gives up hope of living! Because he knows that if he dies, there will be one less knight in the world who can make evil people tremble with fear. The evil people will think that even Bu Da Xia can be killed, and there will be no hope in the world. No great person can stop them from doing evil!"

"Even if it is to prevent the villain who killed him from rampaging, he will still struggle to survive. Even if his legs are disabled, his martial arts is abolished, and he is thrown into a bottomless pit, he will still rack his brains to find a way to survive. Find a way to stand up, find a way to climb out of the hole, find a way to be Batman again!"

"He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that his death will make the people's lives more miserable! In fact, his body is covered with hidden wounds, and his body and mind have reached the limit of what a person can endure. Living is already more painful than death, but he doesn't want to die. Refuse to die!”

Meng Xinghun trembled all over after hearing this, and his heartstrings, which had been as calm as water before, became turbulent again.

Yes, what’s so great about not being afraid of death? Master Bu is afraid of death, but this fear of death is truly amazing!

"Meng Xinghun, it doesn't matter if you want to die, but have you ever lived?"

Ah Fu's question came to his ears again, and this question hit Meng Xinghun's weakness.

Did he live?

Killing, drinking, gambling, spreading money, looking for girls, fantasizing about Gao Laogong's body, lying on a rock and looking at the stars, hiding in a cabin and vomiting...

Is this called living?

In this life, it was only in that short burst a moment ago that Meng Xinghun understood what it felt like to "live". It felt very refreshing, very enjoyable, and very enjoyable! Very passionate!

Would also love to come again.

Only after you have lived once can you realize how wonderful it feels to have lived, and then you will start to be "afraid of death."

Meng Xinghun was suddenly afraid of death.

"I will tell you two final things. The first thing is that no matter what the outcome is, I will not go to Happy Forest to kill anyone. The second thing is that I will not save you. More than three hundred miles away, I can fly It’s too late.”

After saying this, there was a tingling sound, and there was silence in my ears again.