Public ruling
December 1, 179 in the new calendar, was the day when the Orb trials resumed, and it was also the day of the "public judgment" for the level 8 psychic Ying Yungui.
The court of the association's headquarters opened again.
Lin Qi Feiler glanced at the unperturbed Ying Yungui and said, "This place was last opened for Lu Ming, but it's a shame it wasn't used." He hinted, "I remember your two families had a good relationship. It seems District 8 is truly full of talented people."
Trying to disgust someone mentally.
Ying Yungui walked straight up the long steps to the highest point, where there was a statue of the association's founder, "Shen Min".
"Public trials" were extremely rare, so the courtroom was dark most of the time, and Shen Min's statue was covered with a thick layer of dust.
Ying Yungui's fingertips pressed a few pits into the ash on the statue's shoulders, revealing the original color underneath. He turned and stood straight in front of the statue, saying to the tiny Lynch Filler below, "Begin."
The interior of the courtroom was shrouded in a sudden light. Starting from behind Lynch Feller, surrounding each step, light curtains representing various groups from the supernatural world emerged layer by layer.
These light screens floated around Ying Yungui, with different faces of people with different expressions on them.
With the aristocratic families in each district as representatives, all the supernatural beings in the association need to submit their votes to their respective families or branches. There is no option to abstain, and they can only vote between "supporting execution" and "opposing execution".
These large and small supernatural families and district chapters are responsible for integrating the choices that represent their overall will, and finally one person will vote as a representative in the court of inquiry.
Each light curtain around Ying Yungui represents a different supernatural family and branch.
Lynch Filler glanced at dozens of familiar faces, determined to win.
"Let's start with the Belmond clan."
Ying Yungui was already getting impatient. He didn't care about the outcome of the vote at all. As long as the Orb Trials could continue and the Kalangka clan's secret technique could be completed as promised, that was all that mattered.
He had intended to use himself as a sacrifice for the resurrection.
So at this moment he didn't even bother to see whether the representatives voted for or against.
But Lynch Filler seemed to be deliberately influencing his mentality and even sang the votes in unison.
"The Belmond family supports the execution."
"The Ryan family supports the execution."
"The Feller clan supports the execution."
Ying Yungui knew very well that Lynch Filer and he were bound by a contract, so he would not let anything happen to him before the 180th year of the new calendar.
There is still enough time.
——A few days ago.
"You don't think that you can really influence the decision of the entire association with your own ability." After Patriarch Visa and Patriarch Ryan left, Lynch Filer's face obviously darkened.
Ying Yungui flexed his wrist and looked at him lazily, "President, your nephew died in my hands. I understand why you don't like me."
Lin Qifeiler's expression eased slightly, and he continued, "But whether he is in cahoots with Bai Wan, and colluding with the Maintenance Bureau, I advise you to sort out the connection first."
"After all, if word gets out that the 'Filer family has a connection with the Maintenance Bureau,' it's going to be a disaster." Ying Yungui tapped his solar plexus lightly with his finger. "You definitely know this better than I do."
Lynch Feller's heart skipped a beat as he realized something: "Could it be..."
Ying Yungui raised his middle finger and drew a horizontal line in front of him.
A sticky eyeball fell out from the space crack and landed right in Lynch Filer's palm.
Ying Yungui: "There is some energy residue in Bai Wan's body tissues. You can't be unable to feel it, right?"
This eyeball had been hidden by Ying Yungui in a space crack and was covered by his own energy, so it was not detected.
It finally came into play at this time and became the key to restraining Lynch Filer.
There will be some degree of induction between the same energy of the same bloodline. Lynch Filer could certainly feel it, and it also confirmed his guess.
Ying Yungui: "What do you think she 'exchanged' this for with your nephew?"
The energy attached to the eyeball quickly dissipated after leaving the spatial seal. Lynch Feller crushed it: "I will not pursue Zhao Heng's death, and I will declare it an accident. As for the Feller clan..."
"I will end the topic related to the Feller clan and the Maintenance Bureau with Zhao Heng." His eyes became fierce.
Ying Yungui: "Sacrificing the reputation of a dead person to save the entire family is a very rational choice."
Lynch Feller frowned: "This matter ends here, but the Orb selection competition cannot continue." No one can guarantee whether Zhao Heng and Bai Wan have left any backup plans, or whether the Maintenance Bureau has made any preparations.
In the face of the rise and fall of the entire family, Lynch Feller would rather give up the qualification to compete for Kalanka's secret method, but he would not let others get it so easily.
Just when he thought Ying Yungui would give in, he heard, "President, the Feller clan's reputation externally must be protected with Zhao Heng's life, but what about internally?"
"What do you mean?"
Ying Yungui began to leisurely survey the interior, saying, "Seven years ago, you must remember the serial explosions at the port of City Z in District 8."
Lynch Feller remained calm: "Of course, that was a rare A-level incident in District 8."
"The investigation into that incident was abruptly halted after the Maintenance Bureau declared war. I was curious, so I've been following it as a side job." Ying Yungui paused in front of the portraits of past presidents, looking at the one of Frovitch, and said, "The previous president once sent the Feller clan on a secret mission to the Far North."
Lynch Filler curled his fingers.
"But in fact, it was not a secret mission, but a punishment." Ying Yungui turned his head, "To punish the Feller family for the large-scale social harm caused by their negligence in capturing the escaped experimental subjects."
"That experimental subject was later sent to the Sector 3 laboratory by President Frovich, and was taken away by the Maintenance Bureau just before it declared war."
Ying Yungui's eyes were blazing: "You are atoning for the 800 innocent civilians who died in that incident."
"..." In Lynch Feller's eyes, Ying Yungui and Frovich's faces gradually overlapped, and the expressions on their faces gradually became the same.
There was sarcasm, disapproval, and palpable disappointment.
He really wanted to ask Ying Yungui what evidence he had found and how he had made these judgments.
But he couldn't ask.
Just as Lin Qi Feiler was weighing the pros and cons, Ying Yungui actually took the initiative to give him a way out. He said, "I don't care who the president of the association is or which family holds the power."
"I wouldn't mind making this a condition of the contract."
"You announced the restart of the Orb Trials and did not prevent me from leading the team to complete the competition. I took this matter and Zhao Heng's secret into the underground."
"President, for the future of your Feller clan, this contract should be a good deal."
Ying Yungui casually opened the current leaderboard and said, "Eight of the top ten are from the Ryan and Visa families. I don't think you want your family to follow in the footsteps of the Belmond family."
A piece of brown paper appeared in Lynch Filler's hand - the supernatural power of "equivalent exchange".
"Yes, but I have one condition. You must accept the 'public verdict' and give an explanation for Zhao Heng's death."
The brown paper slowly rose and stood between the two of them. Ying Yungui tilted his chin slightly and said, "Okay." As he spoke, his nails deeply scratched the tip of his middle finger and signed the terms of the contract in mid-air.
The blood words floating in the air drifted towards the kraft paper and stuck to the side that was facing Ying Yungui.
Lynch Filler bit his fingertip and signed his name on the other side.
"The contract is complete."
——
"The Experimental Research Center opposes the termination." Lynch Feller continued to count the votes with great interest.
"The Lu family opposes the execution."
"Geling, on behalf of the clan, opposes the execution."
On the screen, Lan, Lu Zhiqi and Mai Er had different expressions of worry on their faces.
Lu Zhiqi and Mai Er were fine, but Lan and I didn't have a close relationship. If I voted against it now, it would be tantamount to making enemies for the Experimental Research Center. I might even be dismissed directly after the public adjudication.
But Ying Yungui knew that Lan's will was most likely Lin Zhouze's will.
Thinking of the scene under the tree that day when a group of people were about to quarrel, he actually felt like laughing. Such a genuine smile had not appeared on Ying Yungui's face for a long time since Shi Youchen left.
The light screen turned to the representative of the Visa clan, and Kulin and Ying Yungui's eyes met.
Perhaps influenced by his friends just now, Ying Yungui's mood had softened a lot. When he saw Kulin, he actually felt a little guilty.
After all, the other party had done nothing wrong. It was just because he had no place to put his shaky emotions that he was implicated for no reason, causing the once tacit partners to become strangers. Ying Yungui was just thinking about finding a time to apologize to Kulin in person.
Then a dazzling red light appeared on the light curtain - a red light representing "support for execution".
Ying Yungui's thoughts were quickly cut off.
There was a hint of pride in Lynch Filler's voice: "The Visa family supports the execution." After Kulin voted on behalf of the family, he cut off the connection. Except for the initial eye contact, he did not look at Ying Yungui again.
Ying Yungui watched the darkening screen and told himself: Kulin represented the Visa family, not himself. He had long suspected that Lynch Feller would bribe these noble families at any cost.
The larger the family, the less likely they are to choose to stand on his side.
After all, between family interests and personal feelings, it is obvious enough which side to choose.
This was the same rhetoric Ying Yungui used when threatening Lynch Filler.
Although he knew all of this very well in his mind, Ying Yungui still clenched his fists tightly and secretly hid them behind his back.
Lynch Feller, standing at the bottom of the long steps, didn't see his movements, his attention still focused on the remaining light screens. The next person to vote was an elder of the Kalanka clan, also a familiar face.
Lynch Feller confidently blurted out: "The Kalangka clan supports..."
Then a green light representing "opposition to execution" appeared on the light curtain.
"Against... the execution?"
Ying Yungui did not know the old man who represented the Kalangka clan, and he was also very sure that he had no friendship with this largest supernatural family. On the contrary, there might even be a grudge between them.
After all, the Orb selection tournament that Christopher attached so much importance to and that the Karanka clan had prepared for for so long was intuitively ruined by Ying Yungui, and the clan leader was also killed for it.
Ying Yungui was very surprised, and Lynch Filer was even more confused.
He didn't understand why the Karanka clan chose to go against the general trend of "supporting execution" and under the coercion and inducement of himself and Ryan.
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