Zuo Si waved his hand, and the cloth that smelled the master's mouth fell.

"Let me ask you, do you still recognize this child?"

Master Wen said coldly: "I don't have such a monster son!"

Wen Qingpo's eyes widened.

Zuo Si nodded, then grabbed Wen Qingpo by the collar and threw him to Feng Baozi, "Take him back."

Feng Baozi caught Wen Qingbai. This time Wen Qingbo did not struggle. He stared blankly in the direction of Mr. Wen and was swept away by the wind. He disappeared from everyone's sight in a blink of an eye.

Shouts rang out from the people, "He is a remnant of the Wen family, how could we just let him go like this!"

Zuo Si said pitifully: "The adult did evil and the child was innocent. Even if the father's debt is repaid by the son, he has paid the price for his sins. From now on, he is no longer who he was before, but Feng Mingzi."

The effect of enchantment on words is not as good as one-to-one absolute control, but the audience is a group of ordinary mortals, and Zuo Si performed it himself, so it silently affects their subconscious.

Even a few extreme people cannot make waves.

The trial of Wen Likang has also reached its final stage.

Knowing what would happen next, some people raised their hands and cheered, while others reached out to cover the eyes of the children around them.

"Why don't we stop reading?" Cao Ji, who was being supported by the book boy, suggested in a low voice.

Qiao Huai looked at Mi Feixue and said bravely: "The boss is not afraid, and we can't be afraid either!"

Hearing this, the other children who wanted to retreat also stood firm.

Mi Feixue glanced at Qiao Huai.

However, the bloody scene of beheading everyone waiting for did not appear.

The fire in Zuo Si's hand was lit, and fell on Wen Likang amidst countless exclamations.

Wen Likang's expression was frozen, his mouth was wide open and he could not make any sound. The flames covered his body but did not harm him at all.

Pei Rongrong stood up and said that what was burned was the karma of evil people. Wen Likang would be burned for as long as he did no matter how evil he did, until his ghost was purified.

"It doesn't look very painful?" Qiao Huai said doubtfully.

He is not the only one who has this idea.

Mortals can't see the effect of nightmare fire on people's spirits, so naturally they don't know what Wen Likang is enduring - Pei Rongrong's words are not wrong. Nightmare fire brings Wen Likang into a mental illusion, bringing out the things that he fears most in his heart, and continues to torture him.

The most fearful thing in his heart and soul may often be the evil things he has done.

Mi Feixue tilted her head.

Black threads as thin as fluttering catkins emanated from Wen Likang's body and floated toward her.

dirty.

Mi Feixue doesn't want anything from this person, even if she instinctively knows that this thing is good for her.

She waved with an expressionless face, waved away the black silk stockings, and turned around to go back to Si Ye Mansion.

Seeing that Mi Feixue was about to leave, Qiao Huai and others also felt that there was nothing to see at the scene, so they followed her one by one.

The fire that 'purified' Wen Likang burned on the execution platform for seven days.

In the first three days, people would come to watch the fun, but later on, people passing by would just turn their heads and spit in the direction of the burning mass, secretly cursing Wen Likang for his sinfulness, which was why it took him seven days to burn it all.

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