Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

When the white cloth was removed, a girl's body, twisted and broken, was lying quietly.

Her face was swollen and bloody, covered with scabs and mottled bloodstains, and her face was almost invisible.

But the clothes, the hairpin, and the schoolbag were so familiar.

In an instant, Chen Huan's heart seemed to be burning with flames, and the monstrous killing and madness directly enveloped his mind.

"Ah~"

Chen Huan fell to his knees with his face up in pain.

The world twisted and changed.

Chen Huan ran and complained countless times in spring, summer, autumn and winter with the happy photos of Hou Zhijie's family holding cakes.

He said that Hou Zhijie was old enough.

Let them check it out.

One year, two years, three years.

No one accepted it.

Every time there was hope, the other party took out the household registration book and opened it. The date of birth directly made Chen Huan speechless.

The sentence that the crime occurred under the age of 14 was like an umbrella that could not be broken.

When his father called and said happily that someone had been found to check.

He returned home with joy, only to see his father's folded and flattened body.

The crawler tracks of the excavator crushed half of his father's body into meat paste.

On the same afternoon, the village chief and villagers carried his mother's wet and cold body back home.

At that time, Chen Huan's world seemed to begin to go blank. He was in a daze, and the villagers helped to arrange the funeral.

Wearing mourning clothes, closing the coffin, and burying the body.

In this tedious funeral ceremony, Chen Huan was like a walking corpse, as if he was separated from this world.

Until a middle-aged man with a cigarette butt in his mouth said in his ear:

"That's enough, young man. You only have one life, don't let yourself die when no one is around to collect your body."

Chen Huan recognized this man, Liu Genkai, the demolition manager in a suit and tie.

Perhaps it was this amazing quote that woke Chen Huan up, and he became inexplicably motivated afterwards.

He returned to the city, stood on a high building and looked down at the green field. The adult Hou Zhijie was wantonly enjoying his joyful youth.

He bought a cheap paint brush and painted his entire face with concentrated sulfuric acid.

His palms were immersed, and blood and bubbles churned in the acid.

He destroyed his entire face so that no one could recognize him. He burned off the fingerprints on his palms, making everything difficult to investigate.

If no one enforces the law for the people, then the people will enforce it themselves!

He became an illegal resident and a caring disabled homeless man, taking in a large number of stray dogs.

He steamed and cooked food every day, and kept the stray dogs fat and lively.

News interviews, people praised

"Even though he was covered in scars, he still left his love to the world."

He loved watching movies. Countless murder movies gave him a keen sense of anti-detection.

He tied Hou Zhijie into an oil barrel, cut open his chest and abdomen alive, filled them with a lot of fried salt, and marinated him alive. He smoked it with charcoal fire and made it into bacon with glossy fat when cut.

He started to add food to the stray dogs.

There were more and more stray dogs, and cooking in a big pot every day was no longer enough.

Caring netizens bought him a meat grinder, a dryer, and a feed pelletizer.

He minced Hou Zhijie's mother and his uncle Hou Liansheng with cornmeal.

After drying, they were sent to the feed pelletizer and made into light red, plump dog feed, which was poured out. Into the dog cage.

Hou Bingsheng, chairman of the wealthy Chilong Group, was imprisoned by him under the foundation of the condensation tower that was like a steel wall.

Liu Zhu and Liu Sheng unfortunately contracted the rabies virus and were twitching and barking in the hospital.

Yan Xiaoping's excavator happened to be resting on the iron wire hanging from the high-voltage power line, and the cab was filled with the smell of barbecue.

Liu Gen easily ignited his newly bought quilt with a drunken cigarette.

One by one, it was angry cruelty.

The world began to twist again, Chen Huan opened his eyes, and he was finally able to move.

He raised his hands slightly, and the shiny shackles locked his hands tightly.

Two bailiffs grabbed his arms on the left and right

""Dou!"

The sound of a wooden hammer struck.

Chen Huan looked up. This was a large courtroom with bright lights. Three judges were sitting in the middle.

It was solemn and dignified.

The chief judge in the middle dropped the hammer and looked at Chen Huan and said:

"Defendant Chen Huan, murdered Hou Zhijie, Luo Cui, Hou Bingsheng, and Hou Liansheng.......The evidence is complete, the methods used were extremely cruel, the social impact was extremely bad, the crimes were extremely serious, the lessons were extremely profound, and they seriously affected the stability of society."

"Now sentenced to death!"

"Does the defendant Chen Huan have any objection?"

This voice echoed in the quiet courtroom.

"The word"death penalty" echoed in his mind like a repetitive sound.

Chen Huan shook his head. He was still immersed in the painful memories just now, but slowly woke up.

Chen Huan tilted his head and looked at the presiding judge and smiled:

"Is it true that your court only has evidence but no facts?"

The presiding judge straightened his body and said seriously:

"This court is about evidence and facts!"

Chen Huan was slightly surprised:

"That's quite strange."

Chen Huan raised his foot, and the shackles made a clanging sound when they hit the floor tiles. His face turned cold, and he looked at the judge and said:

"Your Honor"

"You tell me, why is it that Hou Zhijie was obviously 14 years old, but in the blink of an eye his household registration book, his school record, and his birth certificate were all fucking changed!"

"Who?! Who changed?"

"Can you tell me?"

"Have you checked it?"

The presiding judge remained silent. Chen Huan rubbed his nose and continued:

"My father and mother, who have been farmers all their lives, were inexplicably labeled as unruly and evil people. Who did they make things difficult for?"

"Even if it's difficult, have you come to enforce the law?"

Chen Huan's eyes swept over the three judges.

"They can kill my parents for you! Why can't I kill them for you?"

"They can live freely in your hands, why should I die in your hands?"

"Tell me, judge, am I wrong?"

Chen Huan glared at the judge and roared:

"Am I wrong? You are wrong! The justice court sitting under you is wrong!"

"It's not fair, at least I don't see fairness in it!"

Chen Huan suddenly raised his head and laughed, then leaned forward and supported the defendant's seat. The sound of handcuffs hitting the table echoed.

He stared at the presiding judge in the middle and said sternly:

"If someone listened to what I said! If someone tried what I wrote! If someone investigated what I said! If someone punished the guilty, why would I, Chen Huan, end up like this!"

The chief judge still looked at Chen Huan solemnly and said:

"Even if you kill someone���, and it cannot change the fact that you brutally killed others!"

Chen Huan exhaled:

"So after I killed the old director, I never thought about living again."

"I know this is the price I pay for enforcing the law for you."

"I have welcomed death"

"So you want to judge again?"

Chen Huan laughed again, looking at the judge with a hint of sarcasm:

"If I am sentenced to death again, can justice be done to me?"

The chief judge frowned in thought, looked at the two judges beside him, and saw the judges shook their heads slightly.

The gavel fell.

Boom, a silver screen suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The first scene was Chen Huan fighting with Hei Ze in Liuli City. The wind-shaped sword energy formed countless wind blades above Fuhai Tower and rushed to the street. Countless low-level monks were chopped by the wind blades and their flesh and blood were scattered, and the streets were full of corpses.

The second scene was Chen Huan and Baimu Jue Hei Pao fighting underground. The powerful attack rushed upward from the underground. The whole Leiwu City was like an 18-magnitude earthquake, with countless casualties and wailing everywhere.

The third scene was in the East District of Qi'an City in the Tianquan Secret Realm. The huge blood-colored skull formed by Chen Huan's blood-refined funeral formation fell, and the 1.8 million mortal residents of the entire East District all died and turned into funeral puppets.

The fourth scene was in Heisha City when Chen Huan killed Chai Tui. The countless flying feathers cut the entire Nanzuo Village into a net under the possession of the spirit demon, and a large number of monks died in confusion.

The chief judge spoke again:

"Chen Huan, you are a murderer by nature, you torture and kill the weak, you are a demon, you are ruthless and cruel, you are unjust and unjust, your crimes are intolerable to heaven, I must enforce justice on behalf of heaven! I sentence you to death!"

"Do you have any objections?"

After watching these four scenes, Chen Huan was stunned for a moment, and then showed a strange expression.

"This? The legal trial of the cultivation world?"

"I have already restrained myself."

He shook his head and said:

"I will continue. I will kill when I am in a bad mood, when I am drunk, when I am awake, when I don’t like them, when I am bored, and when I don’t care about their backgrounds. Blood and fists are the main themes here."

Chen Huan looked at the chief judge in confusion:

"Judge, have you ever heard of freedom of dress?"

The presiding judge frowned and did not answer.

"Suspender miniskirts are allowed in East Asia, but not in South Asia. In the Middle East, you can only wear a headscarf."

"The flight is only a few hours away."

"Now this is the world of cultivation"

"So you want to use China's morality, justice, and laws to define the laws of the cultivation world?"

"Is it suitable?"

Chen Huan was a little surprised.

The chief judge narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Since the heaven and earth exist, there must be a law. Why do you say that the world of cultivation cannot judge it?"

"The law of the cultivation world?"

Chen Huan thought for a while and said:

"Of course, if the people I killed were reborn, reincarnated, had relatives, children, teachers and disciples, and were lucky enough to crush me in the same way I crushed them,"

"Then I will accept my fate, just like I accepted the sniper bullet at Tiesi Ridge."

"Therefore, it is not up to you to judge!"

The chief judge was speechless for a moment. The law of the cultivation world is to judge based on gratitude and hatred.

Then he dropped the hammer and asked directly:

"Chen Huan, don't you have anything to feel guilty about in this life?"

""Ashamed?"

Chen Yu was silent after being asked this question. After a long while, he whispered:

"Of course I feel guilty."

The chief judge raised his eyebrows and glanced at the judge next to him. The judge quickly took out a piece of paper to record.

Then Chen Huan said as if he was talking to himself:

"I feel too much guilt."

"I promised to take her to see the fireworks display by the Liuyang River, to Jingzhen to listen to the crackle of Ru porcelain, and to Xi'an to touch the fingerprints on the 2,000-year-old pottery figurines."

"Go live in the igloo in Harbin, play in the sand in Sanya, climb the Great Wall that has been built over thousands of years, and listen to the purest faith on the plateau closest to the sky."

"Go see the big ships and tall buildings on the Huangpu River, the lion dance in Guangzhou, the mountains and rivers in Guangxi, the rolling waters in Sichuan, and travel all over China."

Chen Huan smiled as he spoke:

"He also promised to marry her off and watch her get married and have children."

"The elder brother will be the future uncle, and I will sit at the table, waiting for relatives and friends to toast."

After a pause, the court was silent, and he suddenly sighed:

"I can’t do it."

The presiding judge coughed and said:

"Since you have so many regrets in your life, can you still live in peace?"

Chen Huan looked at his palms, remembering her admiring eyes when he held his sister's hand when he was a child.

"I think my sister would be very happy to see me now."

"Because his brother finally no longer has to stare at those people with hatred every day."

"Calculating each of their habits, each person's travel time, being wary of surveillance, being wary of the police."

Chen Huan shook his shoulders, straightened his chest, and the dejection disappeared. He looked confident and energetic.

"His brother now has his own interests, just like the artists she admires, carving puppets in his hands every day."

"Each puppet will accompany him for a while, explore this new world, and tell stories along the way."

Looking up at the ceiling of the courtroom, he smiled and continued:

"If I finish this journey, I will also learn from those artists."

"Have a big art exhibition and put all my puppets on display"

"Tell future generations that this is my life, Chen Huan!"

After speaking so proudly, he shook his head and said:

"As for how to make up for my guilt, I don't know. Maybe one day someone will call me brother."

"I will take her to see the world."

With nothing more to say, Chen Huan stood straight, staring at the presiding judge in the center of the court.

He listened to his final judgment in silence.

The three judges were silent.

Finally, the three judges twisted and overlapped, fused together, and turned into a huge wooden hammer.

The earth hammer was raised, fell quickly, and smashed into the void in the middle of the court.

"With a"bang", the entire courtroom cracked and spread like a mirror.

Finally, it all fell down.

Chen Huan opened his eyes and returned to the cave at the bottom of the Wind and Thunder Cliff.

The calamity of the heart demon of the transformation of the spirit has passed!

He let out a long breath of turbid air in his chest.

Countless mysterious Dao rhymes in the world rushed towards him, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, ice...

They were fighting to cross.

Just when Chen Huan hesitated about which one to comprehend.

He saw a stream of black ink splashing, and all the Dao rhymes retreated as if in fear.

Desolation, loneliness, abyss, and extreme black

"It's you, so we're old friends."

Chen Huan smiled.

The ink-like Dao rhyme penetrated directly into the Yuanshen.

In addition to wind, water, and sand, the Dao soul monument in the Yuanshen suddenly added the word"death".

"The rhythm of death."

The soul was shaking like a scene from a movie. He saw the withering of grass and trees, the beauty of whales falling, paper money in the human world, the sitting of gods and Buddhas, the abandonment of life in the Jedi, and the fear of death of living beings.

All the moments of death.

The rhythm of death that originally needed to be spliced by Huangquan and Biluo now presented a complete rhythm of death.

After Chen Huan fully comprehended the rhythm of death, a ding sound suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Ding! Breakthrough to the God Transformation Stage, the Soul of the God Puppet Evolves, the God Puppet's Primordial Spirit"

【[Spirit Puppet Primordial Spirit] The soul can be split freely, causal entanglement, causal divine contract. The current split is: 999999.

According to the previous rules, the Nascent Soul to the God should be 100,000 splits, but the soul transformed into the Primordial Spirit, it actually skyrocketed to more than 990,000!

Before Chen Huan could be shocked, the system voice sounded again.

"Ding! Obtained the reward for the transformation into a god: [Human Body Fruit Tree】"

【When the truth is false, the false is true, and the world is a puppet. 】

Chen Huan did not check the reward for the transformation of the spirit, he just carefully felt the soul.

Feeling the causal divine contract that appeared in addition to the entanglement of cause and effect

"Because you are a puppet, my soul will fit in with you like a flesh body when it falls on you.

This is the cause and effect of his extra soul now.

His eyes were a little dazed.

"Does this mean that I can use puppets to control puppets?"

Chen Huan was a little bit unbelievable.

I had just finished refining my own puppet, and suddenly I was told that I could actually make a large number of puppets quickly without my own puppet.

But then he looked down at his abdomen.

The golden mountain of the Five Elements Realm was shining, and the wasteland was vast.

"My puppet factory."