The bullet pierced Hao De'an's temple, leaving a small hole on the left side, and blood foam and bone residue burst out from the right side, spreading out like a flower. Under the sun, it was so gorgeous that it was terrifying.
Hao De'an fell to the ground with a bang, and blood flowers fell on his side. He had been holding his head and looked up in horror at Han Chengli, who had no time to lower his head.
This is Cook's masterpiece.
Pique, who was still on the ground, raised his right hand, made an "ok" gesture, climbed up, and stretched out his hand to Wang Yidong.
Wang Yidong waved his hands, climbed up with his own support, and kicked Han Chengli on the wrist who had just stood up and was still in shock.
The gun took off his hand, slid for a while on the red carpet of the sightseeing platform, and fell into the water.
A burst of exclamation rose up and passed away like a wave, and all that could be heard was the breeze blowing by.
Maybe this is Beihaizi and the people here.
Mu Tian jumped up and held up the microphone that someone had touched.
He stepped forward and helped Pang Yingpei up, "I'm sorry."
"Hi, I'm in a hurry. Thank you, Mr. Mu." Pang Yingpei thanked him and silently walked to Pang Liying's coffin.
I don't know when, the wind lifted a corner of the white silk sheet, revealing her charming face, as calm as water, with the same luster. It was just that the powder on her neck was too thick.
Slowly, Pang Yingpei carefully covered the silk sheet again, blocking a beauty, a bad fate, and a romantic past.
The island owners and the guests on the viewing platform came over one after another and watched everything in silence.
Jin Hu escorted Han Chengli through the crowd and stood in front.
Han Chengli, who was unconscious, stared into the distance silently.
Jin Hu kicked Han Chengli repeatedly at the crooks of his knees, twisted his arms, and pressed down.
Han Chengli knelt down with a bang.
"No, General Jin, keep him away from my daughter!" Pang Yingpei's voice was not loud, but it had infinite deterrence.
Jin Hu was stunned and quickly dragged Han Chengli out of the circle of people.
Pang Yingpei knelt beside the coffin, arranged the flowers on it bit by bit, and stood up silently.
The rowers carried her onto the dragon boat.
Pushed away from the sightseeing platform.
The dragon boat drifted toward the northwest, toward the waters connected to Dalong Lake.
Everyone stared silently at the dragon boat going away.
At the highest point of the observation deck, Aunt Genfa was also standing, watching, and seemed to be muttering something.
Tens of thousands of spectators around him stood silently. Some people were quietly discussing and giving pointers.
But everything is quiet.
The dragon boat went further and further away.
A former dragon boat rower held a bow to Pang Yingjie with both hands, lit an arrow and handed it over.
Pang Yingpei solemnly took the bow and arrow and pondered for a moment. He walked towards Mu Tian and bowed and said, "Mr. Mu, we can't save her life, but you saved my little girl's soul. Please send her on her last journey."
Bar."
Mu Tian took it hesitantly and pondered.
Pique stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "You can do it."
Mu Tian turned his head and looked at Pique, something seemed to be twinkling in his eyes.
"She is a person. As long as she repentes to God devoutly, she is holy. Come on, Mu Tian, you can do it."
It seems that Pique has never been so serious before.
Can death really change everything?
Mu Tian took a deep breath, walked towards the stage, drew his bow and nocked an arrow.
"Whoosh..."
The fireball flew through the air and landed on Pang Liying's spirit boat.
"Teng."
A ball of flame rose and drifted on the water.
Everyone can probably feel the "ouch" in their hearts.
Wang Yidong pulled the microphone and coughed twice into it.
Everyone was looking at him, on and off the stage, and on the shore.
It's time for the melons to fall.
"Guests on the stage, please take your seats. The owner of this island has something to announce." Wang Yidong said angrily.
People on the stage surged and sat back in their seats.
The crowd on the shore concentrated their energy again, waiting silently, or expecting.
Wang Yidong covered the microphone and said, "Mr. Mutian, Mr. Peak, please stand next to me."
Mu Tian knew what he wanted to do, so he smiled at Piqué, twitching the corners of his lips, and walked towards Wang Yidong. Piqué also followed.
"Fellow fellows of Partridge Island, I am addressing you below." Wang Yidong waited for Mutian and Piqué to stand next to him, then took out a piece of paper from his arms and unfolded it.
"After investigating Han Chengli, an islander on Partridge Island, for seducing a good woman, murdering Yu Delin, an islander on Toad Island, and smoking and trafficking hibiscus ointment, the facts are clear and the evidence is conclusive. Han Chengli is now sentenced to sinking into the pond and will be executed immediately." Wang Yidong read the paper in a sonorous and powerful manner.
He raised his voice a little more, "As for Han Pengju, the former owner of Partridge Island, he is guilty of organizing rebellion, intentional homicide, transporting and selling hibiscus ointment, and having sex with women. He should be sentenced to Shen Tang for several crimes. However,
Thinking that the criminal had died unexpectedly, he would not be held accountable. All his clan members, old and young, men and women, moved to Yanzi Island to live and were never allowed to leave the island. As for Hao De'an, the steward of the Han family, everyone with eyes saw it and everyone with ears heard it. The thing is
For such a matter, Shen Tang should be sentenced to death, but he is already dead and will not be held accountable. As for the Partridge Festival on Partridge Island, it is superficially a festival for mass entertainment and culture, but in fact it is a festival for planning rebellion and hibiscus paste.
Distribution center. And the so-called fishing boats singing late is a platform for people to gather for lewdness and harm moral integrity. In view of this, I declare that the Partridge Festival, as well as the fishing boats singing late, will be permanently banned! The owner of Partridge Island died due to his guilt.
All island affairs are handled by Pang Yingpei, the owner of Parrot Island, and there must be no mistakes!"
Wang Yidong was impassioned and waved a big hand in the air for a while, then stopped in mid-air.
He was waiting for thunderous applause and wild cheers.
No.
Beihaizi was completely silent, and still only the sound of the breeze could be heard.
Wang Yidong was stunned. He hurriedly clenched his hand in the air into a fist and shook it vigorously, "I have finished speaking. Execution!"
At this time, the discussion started, and it came and went in a blur. No one could hear clearly what they said. No one among them doubted that everything happened on the spot. Where did the verdict come from?
Eighteen Arhats, chief and deputy, entered the stage with square steps and lined up on the stage.
Two of the five tigers, Fire and Earth, carried a bamboo cage and placed it in the center of the stage. Five shirtless men each carried a basin-sized stone and placed it next to the cage.
Jin Hu and Mu Hu escorted Han Chengli out and directly stuffed him into the bamboo cage, while the shirtless man filled it with stones.
Jin Hu walked up to the microphone and shouted: "Please ask the victim's family to imprison him!"
Aunt Genfa came forward with the support of Feng Ruoyun and Su Mary. When she saw Mu Tian, she immediately broke away from the hold of the two men, knelt down with a bang, and then crawled towards Mu Tian on her knees.
Mu Tian was stunned, then suddenly became alarmed again, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the old lady.
"Thank you, Mr. Mu, for finding out the real culprit and avenging my son. Thank you, my son's spirit can rest in peace in heaven. Genfa, your son's revenge has been avenged, you can rest in peace too." She broke away from Mu Tian's arms.
Supporting him, he kowtowed three times in a row, stood up, walked to the bamboo cage, tied the last brown rope tightly, raised his hands to the sky for a moment, and raised his feet to place the bamboo cage on the edge.
, pedaled down.
"Plop."
Water splashed everywhere, and the bamboo cage drooped rapidly. After a while, it was no longer visible.
The root-haired aunt raised her head to the sky again, clasped her hands and faced each other. This time, her lips moved and she seemed to be thinking something.