Chapter 285: White Orchid Rain Festival (Sixty-eight)
The bullets fired from the pistol were not ordinary bullets, because the tied-up resident who was shot first did not die immediately, but instead had a cut in his abdomen, and blood gushed out all at once, dripping onto the ground.
The gunfire came too suddenly, and no one was prepared. Those who were controlled under the altar squatted down instinctively, but couldn't help but look up to see the situation on the altar. After all, they were worried that they would be the next.
The person who was hit couldn't help but scream out in pain, and her eyes suddenly became more frightened. Just when she thought she was going to die, she found that death was not so simple.
Because the wound on her abdomen had begun to feel hot and itchy, fine pain and tingling seeped out of her skin, torturing her so much that she was sweating profusely.
She instinctively wanted to reach out and scratch her wound, but she was tied up so tightly that she couldn't move at all.
Nan Huan didn't say anything, as if he was waiting for her to fully experience this feeling. Then he raised his hand and fired a second shot, this time at her arm. The pain and itchiness intensified. "Well, spare me, please..."
"After a while, you might ask me to give you a bullet to end this pain?" Nan Huan held the gun with a strange smile on his face. No one knew whether he was talking to one person or to others, but after hearing this, everyone couldn't help but tremble. They suddenly realized that this didn't seem to be a simple execution, but a torture.
Nan Huan played the role of the executioner very well. She didn't say a word that she shouldn't have said, and she didn't even bother to explain anything, because after she said this, she picked up the gun and fired the third and fourth shots as if for fun, but the target was no longer the first person on the altar.
For a moment, shouts, pleas for mercy, and roars were mixed together. Those who had been shot on the altar were suffering, and finally understood what the other party had just said about wanting a bullet to end his life. Those who had not been shot were terrified. Under greater psychological pressure, they even hoped that the next bullet would fall on them, so that at least they would not have to hide the torture in their hearts. However, the mentality of luck forced them to hope that the bullet would never hit them.
The shooting lasted for almost a minute, and the altar was soon stained red with blood. Almost everyone's body was covered in red, and this one-sided massacre ushered in a brief break.
In fact, in a corner that no one could see, the hand behind Nan Huan's back was not as calm as she looked. This gun was a special version bought from the mall. The bullets were specially made and would not cause much damage to the human body. She also asked President Barbie to add a little bit of itching ingredients and healing agents into the bullets. Therefore, although the wound looked a little hideous, it was not fatal for a while.
But it required a lot from Nan Huan, because she needed to make sure to avoid all vital points, while at the same time not letting other people discover any clues. In addition, although the wound was not fatal in the short term, if it was delayed for too long, it might increase the variables, so she also needed to maintain a certain progress and approach the target little by little. So the whole scene was in her hands alone. In a place that no one could see, the back of Nan Huan's neck was already covered with sweat.
But she concealed it well. After retracting the pistol, a cold smile appeared in her eyes as she looked at the large bloodstains on the altar. "How is it? Does it look like what you guys looked like when you rushed onto the stage that day?"
These words clearly sounded like just a contemptuous taunt among the executioners, but under the dual pressure of having their lives threatened and their bodies tortured, the residents who were tied up seemed to have finally gotten some context from these words.
“Please, we know we were wrong, we know we were wrong,” one person began to yell as he lost his mind, “We have failed the Dragon God and the Saint, please forgive us, forgive us, we will never dare to do it again, never dare to do it again.”
The voice begging for mercy pierced the sky, along with the desperate roar of people wanting to live.
Nan Huan's heart actually trembled. He was almost close to his goal. It didn't matter whether these words were sincere or false. After all, from the beginning, Nan Huan never expected that they could really turn back.
"What's the point of begging me? I told you I'm just the executioner."
Her cold eyes did not show any emotion after hearing these words. She raised her gun again and fired a few more shots before signaling to President Barbie in a vague manner, "Please invite another group of people up. There are too few people and it's meaningless."
If President Barbie and President Workers had not tampered with the preparation of the bullets, just by seeing this massacre-like scene, one would have begun to doubt the eldest lady, after all, her acting was too realistic.
The two men said nothing, and soon another group of people were tied up from under the altar. Their struggles and despair on the stakes were seen by the rest of the people. They wanted to escape from this hellish place, but the whole situation had been controlled. Not to mention escaping from here, they were afraid that they would be killed before they even got close to the gate.
Even though they had been controlled by the evil god for such a long time and were close to death many times, the actual death came so unreasonably. They were more like puppets and could only accept this fate without being able to change it at all.
Gunshots rang out again, and Nan Huan, relying on a weapon, once again approached everyone's psychological defenses.
Nan Huan was like a devil, holding his toys, standing on the altar, turning around and spinning around when he felt like it. Some people couldn't bear it anymore and started cursing, but soon became afraid again. After all, he was just an ordinary man, and even at this time, he still wanted to survive.
"Dragon God, please forgive me."
Amid the noisy voice, a trembling voice that did not sound very pious was soon heard, and Nan Huan quickly caught it. It was the boss who had a broken arm at the beginning.
He was the first to speak, perhaps because his entire body was literally riddled with scars, perhaps Nan Huan's words just now touched something, or perhaps the pain and itchiness were driving him crazy, and he didn't know why he blurted out these words.
In an instant, the gunshots stopped. Nan Huan stood on the altar, not knowing what he was thinking. His inorganic eyes did not fluctuate at all. It was unclear whether he was lost in some memories because of the boss's words, or was temporarily stunned because the other party suddenly mentioned the Dragon God.
In such a short period of time, people both on and under the altar, like a wild animal with a keen sense of smell, saw a tiny hope of survival from Nanhuan's action.
No one doesn't want to live, especially after seeing hope.
"Dragon God, please forgive me."
"Dragon God, please forgive me."
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The people under the altar had already knelt on the ground without knowing when, and their shouts became louder and louder.
The person tied on the altar regarded this sentence as a life-saving straw and recited it desperately, fearing that if he paused, Nan Huan's gun would immediately follow.
President Workers and President Barbie both breathed a sigh of relief because of the situation on the scene. They concealed their emotions well on their faces, and at the same time, they were looking forward to the next scene.
Nan Huan still stood there, listening to the prayers from the stage and the audience. It was the only straw they were grasping at as their lives were hanging by a thread. The word "pious" might not be appropriate to describe it as it was. He wanted them to believe that only in this way could they have a chance of survival, which was more reliable than trying to convince them to believe in the Dragon God.
So she wanted to scare these people from the very beginning, and wait until they were at the last moment of their lives, and then quietly lead them into the game. By then, the Dragon God would be their only hope. It didn't matter whether they sincerely begged for forgiveness or pretended to do so to save their lives. What mattered was that there was no time more urgent than this moment, and this was what Nan Huan wanted.
The noises around them were getting louder and louder. Under the dual torture of physical and mental suffering, the residents of Bailan City no longer had time to think about whether they had fallen into Nanhuan's trap. Their brains, which had just regained self-awareness, did not have enough experience to judge that everything Nanhuan did was for this moment. Their only thought now was that they desperately prayed to the Dragon God to make Nanhuan stop his brutal behavior.
At this moment, the originally sunny weather suddenly changed, the sky gradually darkened, and there seemed to be more moisture in the air.
Nan Huan's fingernails had sunk into her palm with her hand behind her back. Although her facial expression remained cold without any fluctuation, her eyes flashed with a strange light as the light gradually dimmed.
President Workers and President Barbie had stopped what they were doing at some point and began to pray devoutly.
"We are here to take you away from here. If you can hear our prayers, please come again."
"This is the base camp of the evil god. The young lady took great pains to find you in this way. If you can hear our voices, please come again. There will always be an explanation for the past events."
According to the eldest lady's speculation, the Dragon God needs faith to come. In addition to the situation in Bailan City, of course they must also be counted in. They have already understood everything that happened in the past, so they sincerely hope that the Dragon God can come again.
On the other side, President Alice and President Hongfen had also come out of the house. They were also facing the direction of the altar, expressing their devout prayers.
"The dragon clan is still alive, and everyone is waiting for you."
"If you can sense the outside world, you should know that the Saint has reappeared. What are you waiting for?"
A gust of wind suddenly blew up in the air, and Nan Huan was almost unable to open his eyes.
But he was still very determined in his heart, "If you are here, please open your eyes and look at me. We don't have much time. I don't know when the evil god will come back, but I know you have endured so much and have been waiting for me. Now I am here, so please try harder, okay?"
Just as Nan Huan’s mind moved, a loud thunder suddenly sounded in the air.
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