69novels 6 Trial
6 Trial
? But after [-] days, he failed to wait for release, but for trial.
Mingjiao finally couldn't wait any longer and wanted to get rid of him.Early that morning, a raging holy fire was set up in the Bright Summit, and a trial platform was set up, but Tang Ling in the dark room didn't know it.Lu Misheng came to the execution room very early, he was dressed in full costume, and the gold ornaments all over his body became more and more complicated and shining.Wake up Tang Ling, wipe his face carefully, arrange his clothes, and loosen his chains.
Tang Ling looked at his wrist in a daze, then looked up at Lu Misheng again.After Lu Misheng straightened the chain, Tang Ling couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, but felt a little depressed.
Lu Misheng picked up another pair of handcuffs, and said hoarsely, "Turn around."
Tang Ling obediently turned around, not thinking of taking the opportunity to resist.In the past few days, Lu Misheng played back and forth, but he never threatened his life, he always kept some sense, and Tang Ling's guard was not so heavy.
Hearing the snap of the handcuffs, Tang Ling understood a little bit and roughly guessed the current situation.He took the initiative to ask, "Where are you taking me?" This was the second time Tang Ling took the initiative to talk to Lu Misheng.
There was a flash of light in Lu Misheng's eyes, but they dimmed instantly: "The Festival of Light."
"Oh." Tang Ling's heart was already cold, and he must be executed.The Mingjiao is really ruthless in doing things, and it is so straightforward to deal with people who are useless to the religion.
Lu Misheng led him out of the dark room in silence.Tang Ling hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and his eyes were swollen by the sudden light.
Tang Ling didn't know what it was, but when he was tied to the carved and gold-plated hollow cross again, he knew that this was the ceremony to execute him.A cult is a cult, killing people is so grandiose.
Tang Ling didn't know that this was just a small sacrifice, so that the leader Lu Weilou was not present, and only the king of France, Kalubi, was in charge.
Kalubi was in the front seat, with raging fire behind him, and Shadow Moon disciples stood around the torture rack with solemn expressions.
Lu Misheng walked towards Kalubi slowly, and stood on the side, directly in front of Tang Ling.
Tang Ling looked around, and finally his eyes stopped on Lu Misheng, but he found that he avoided it on purpose.
Kalubi first recited in Persian a passage that Tang Ling didn't understand, and then Lu Misheng beside him recited in a deep voice: "The Holy Fire shines brightly, and the Holy Light shines brightly. All my disciples, work together with one heart. Have pity on all of us. Helpless, all things are blessed..."
Tang Ling suddenly realized that this is the teaching of Mingjiao, which must be recited in every major event.
As soon as Lu Misheng finished speaking, all the disciples recited in unison: "The holy fire is shining...the holy light is shining..."
The momentum was magnificent, and the voice seemed to resound through the desert, and Tang Ling was also a little shocked.
After the doctrine was read out, Kalubi gave an order, and the two torture room guards walked out of the line.
Nian held a whip, and Ah Greed held a dagger.
Tang Ling was a little resigned to his fate, but also a little unwilling.It would be nice if it wasn't so impulsive...
With a snap, the whip lashed Tang Ling's side, as if trying to shake off his arrogance.
Tang Ling turned a deaf ear to it.
A Greed played with the gleaming dagger in his hand, and said, "This is the last chance. Yedi personally judged, do you want to say it?"
Nian raised his whip again and said, "Why can the Tang Sect avoid harm when hiding?"
Tang Ling smiled brightly, showing a bit of determination that he would rather die than surrender.
"No. Yes. Can. Say." The words were resounding, and everyone present could hear them clearly.Lu Misheng's expression became a little subtle, the slight twitch was gone, and his brows were furrowed.
Hearing this, A Greed felt a little impatient, moved to the side of the torture frame, raised his hand, and cut Tang Ling's face, the previous wound.Blood gushed out and dripped down his cheeks.
Lu Misheng saw the wound on Tang Ling's face turned into a cross shape, and was burning with anger, his fists clenched tightly, making a crisp sound of joints.Just as he was about to rush forward to stop him, reason restrained his steps.
Powerless, he could only watch Tang Ling being tortured. Lu Misheng hated himself for his incompetence.
Tang Ling clenched his teeth tightly and held back the pain, showing no sign of pain on his face.
Nian put away the long whip with a flick of his wrist, approached, and took out a pure white porcelain bottle.The bottle is about the size of a palm and is tightly corked with a cork.
When Lu Misheng saw that thing, his heart went cold.
Tumi San.Sprinkle it on the wound, it will cause severe pain, the wound festers and life is worse than death!
Lu Misheng watched helplessly as the white powder sprinkled on Tang Ling's cheeks.At first, Tang Ling was able to grit his teeth and not make a sound, but the pain was too severe. Tang Ling closed his eyes tightly and said hoarsely: "Ah..."
Lu Misheng felt his heart throbbing. This was a feeling he had never felt before, as if his heart was being held tightly by someone, and he couldn't breathe.
Kalubi watched coldly as the two of them tried their best to get nothing, and ordered, "Go."
The face turned was Lu Misheng's direction.
Lu Misheng's pupils tightened violently, he bit his lip to calm himself down, and kept his voice steady: "Yes..."
He walked towards Tang Ling with difficulty, and asked him to torture Tang Ling to death, how could he do it? !
Looking at Tang Ling with a face full of pain, he became ruthless, closed his eyes tightly, and threw the whip in his hand vigorously.Hearing the piercing sound of whipping, Lu Misheng's heart ached as if it had been whipped on him.
He tried his best to whip the whip on the rack, and although it sounded crackling, it was not as cruel as Nian.
Tang Ling looked weakly at Lu Misheng swinging his whip. His waist, chest, and arms were in burning pain, and his cheeks were already numb from the pain, as if a piece of flesh had been cut off.Tang Ling was vaguely thinking about his experience in Mingjiao these days, and the only light in the gloom was Lu Misheng's gentleness.
His consciousness became thinner and weaker. Before he passed out, he only heard Kalubi's cold voice: "Broken soul..."?