The rage brought by this thunder was obviously more terrifying than the previous one.
Lord Moqiusi was angry.
So the sinner...
Dead.
Dust flew everywhere and the thunder stopped.
The deceased himself never uttered a word from beginning to end.
Throughout the death process, he practiced the precept of silence to show his piety to his benefactor.
“Buzz——”
The huge thunder made Cheng Shi's ears ring.
There's a howling inside my head and my mind is trembling.
Since the ascetic monk pounced in the direction facing him, Cheng Shi clearly saw the determination in his eyes.
I saw that before he was filled with thunder, the persistent light disappeared from his eyes!
He was not killed by lightning!!
But die of fear!
Yes, he died from the evil red dagger under his feet, and died when fear came!
Before the Inquisitor's judgment, he died at the hands of a semi-artifact he wanted to seize!
Cheng Shi widened his eyes in disbelief and quickly turned to look at the crowd.
If the bard downstairs had been dealt with, when was the dervish targeted by it?
Could it be that the murderer is still among the crowd?
Even under the nose of the Grand Inquisition, he is still killing people! ?
Six, three left.
It’s only the second day of the trial!
Cheng Shi broke out in a cold sweat and dared not speak a word.
He hugged his body slightly, trying hard to play the role of a frightened and injured passenger in an attempt to get away with it.
In fact, Mo Qiusi had seen through everything long ago. He knew that Cheng Shi was not a good person, and he also knew that he wanted to take advantage of the situation to find the dagger.
However, the most favorable point for Cheng Shi was that even though he appeared in a place where he shouldn't have been, he didn't do anything he shouldn't have done.
The judge cannot convict such a person who is not a good person on the surface but has not committed any crime.
Otherwise, it would be a violation of [order].
[Order] gives them authority and also limits their power.
Mo Qiusi walked up to Cheng Shi with a sullen face, ignored the "injured traveler", and picked up the red dagger.
This semi-artifact that almost cost the ascetic half his life did not show much resistance in his hand. It lay quietly in his hand like an ordinary piece of iron.
But when [When Fear Comes] fell into Moqius's hands, the faces of the only three remaining players became extremely ugly.
The difficulty of the trial is still increasing.
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