The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 95: When people die, they sink into the sea

"But in order to prevent possible blood revenge in the future, the pirates came up with a new rule. That is to give them a chance...as long as their children are sent to the casino as chips, it is possible to give them Gambling your life will bring you back."

Issac slowly exhaled and murmured as he recalled:

"And if you can really win the bet, you can indeed let them out - this is a very rare case, because everyone knows that the dealer in the gambling stall will definitely do something. However, these vicious pirates occasionally They will deliberately release one or two lives to give them a way to survive.

"Anyway, this execution or not will not bring benefits to the pirates. It is better to use it as the price of maintaining another 'tradition'.

"These children watched their fathers or mothers tie themselves up and send them to a vicious casino. Watching them with crazy and twisted postures that they were not familiar with, they did it themselves without anyone urging them. After gradually pressing on his child's 'arm', 'liver', 'whole body' and other parts, and losing them bit by bit...

"Under the impact of the fear of dismemberment and death, these children will gradually lose their 'love' for their parents.

"Of course, in fact they will not be dismembered, this is just to scare them... because 'living people' are worth at least twenty times more than broken pieces. But children will not understand this, in their impression , I was 'cut into pieces and sold' by my parents.

"The impact of this 'momentary hatred' will continue to be diluted over time. So as the last part of this ceremony, when their parents lost their last chance and were about to be executed... …The execution method of these crazy parents will be chosen by the children who were **** and brought here by themselves.

"If they themselves participate in this process, they will not 'take it out' easily. Instead, they will always remember the impact of this moment. In this way, they can effectively avoid 'remnants of the dead to take revenge' possibility. Although it still cannot be completely avoided, it can reduce most of these situations.

"Silver spikes coated with sea snake blood that can instantly paralyze people are pierced through the heart. It is the gentlest kind, and the whole process is completely painless. At the same time, there are also people who are strangled or hanged with ropes, and then they themselves The option to put the corpse down. The most cruel one is to hang them alive with iron hooks until they die. Of course, the executioner must be the stall owner.

“Choose forgiveness or revenge...Of course, I don’t think there is anything to forgive.

“A **** who sells his children to gambling stalls just for his own survival is no different from that man.”

Issac looked at the man's motionless hanging posture. He was silent for a moment and his voice became softer: "Of course, this choice... means nothing to him anymore."

Because that man is dead now.

So there is no point in bringing out the silver nails.

But as a sense of ritual...you still have to choose how to deal with his body after his death.

The boy's eyes moved back and forth between the two items.

He gradually took a step forward.

His hand reached for the rope hesitantly - but only for a moment.

He paused for a moment before firmly pressing the iron hook.

The iron hook was stained with dark red rust, or possibly residual dried blood. The cold temperature and the mere touch repeatedly caused the rusty air to seep into his blood vessels - the boy couldn't help but start to tremble.

The girl next to her, whose eyes were red from crying, raised her head firmly and looked at all this.

She was obviously sad. But she also raised no objection to the choice of another child.

She looks older than the boy - about eleven or twelve years old. At this age, she is already somewhat sensible and knows what kind of life she will face.

The old family ties had already been shattered to the ground the moment he sent them here.

"Good boy. Brave boy."

The stall owner made a voice as low as the abyss with satisfaction: "How brave can you be?"

"...I can, watch it all."

The boy spoke for the first time.

He stared at the man and said word by word in a hoarse voice: "I hope to see him hung up on an iron hook."

"Hehehehehehe..."

The stall owner made a happy sound.

He praised: "Thank you for the tragedy...I saw it all again after so many years."

"He made the same choice as me, stall owner."

The big fat man holding the iron hook showed a devilish smile.

It might have been a simple and cheerful smile, but on his face, which was covered with scars, bullet holes and flesh, it looked so ferocious.

"I remember you said the same thing twenty years ago, Gary."

The man wearing a white ecstasy mask made a joyful voice: "I said, his qualifications will be very good."

"Where will you sell me?"

The boy asked softly.

"That depends on how strong you can be."

The stall owner patted him on the shoulder and made a devilish voice of persuasion: "If you are strong and brave enough... you might be able to become one of us."

"I think I can."

The boy made a hoarse voice: "I have nothing to lose."

"Just watch it, kid."

The fat man Gary laughed and put the rope on his shoulders.

He flexibly turned the iron hook in a circle and cut the rope. Put down the middle-aged man's body.

Then, he was like playing golf - he swung the hook with great speed and penetrated the man's chin with great precision. and stabbed out of one of his cheeks.

The crowd nearby booed.

"I can't aim properly with my mouth so wide open!"

"Fatty Gary's hands are shaking, he's had too many women!"

"Fat Gary, don't pee!"

"——Shut up!"

Gary roared in anger.

He pulled out the iron hook and waved it vigorously again.

This time the tip of the iron hook was successfully thrust out of the mouth. His tongue was pushed out, which means that the person died because of "breaking an appointment" - the cheek was penetrated because of "disgrace", and the eyes were penetrated because of "not having eyesight".

The girl's body trembled slightly. But he didn't cry anymore.

The boy's eyes flashed with relief and confusion.

"Okay, Gary. Drag the meat to the sea."

The stall owner said casually and patted the boy on the shoulder: "'When you die, you will sink into the sea, don't vent your anger too much.' Just calm down. This matter is over."

The stall owner let go of the girl's hand on her shoulder.

He took off his mask and handed it to the girl. He showed a face as honest as a tavern owner. If you just look at his face, you might think he is a middle-aged mercenary and not be blocked by him as a gambling partner.

He lifted the boy and placed him on his shoulders.

A female dealer behind him handed him a bottle of wine. He handed the same bad wine to everyone present, even Annan and Isaac had a bottle in their hands.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Harold. Harold Ed...no, I don't have a last name."

"Then your name will be Harold from now on! Harold the Bold!"

The stall owner said loudly.

He bit the bottle open, took two sips, and then drank two sips of the child on his shoulder. Then he held it high.

The people around also cheered and drank wine from the bottle. Some took a sip, while others drank the entire bottle.

Annan also took a symbolic sip. The taste is bitter, with a hint of iron nails and a fishy smell. It seems that the problem is not the brewing process, but contamination during storage.

“Welcome Harold ‘Bold’ to our family!”

The stall owner yelled and threw the bottle to the ground and broke it.

Everyone around them cheered and smashed the wine bottles in their hands.

Then everyone suddenly dispersed ~IndoMTL.com~ and went back to do their own things.

Only Annan and Isaac remained where they were.

Having just finished watching this dark, cruel, and somewhat bizarre heroic-style ceremony, Annan looked at Isaac.

Before Annan asked, Isaac nodded: "I was almost like this back then."

"...So, what did you choose?"

"Of course...it's an iron hook."

Isaac whispered: "I watched him die in the sea.

"Although we have an old saying here, 'When people die, they will sink into the sea, so don't vent your anger too much.' But that's what it says... But I still haven't completely forgotten that hatred."

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