"Actually, I think there is a better way to do it, and you might want to try that."

Seeing him rejection, Ye Chen started to speak hoarsely.

Under the shaking firelight, his shadow shone on the walls of the tomb, very terrifying and gloomy.

"It's terrible that this judge of death is promoting his terrorism again! Even if these people are guilty, they should not be tortured like this!"

Suddenly, an unusual barrage appeared in the live broadcast room, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

"Damn, who is this? What's wrong with the judge's boss trying the prisoner?"

"That is, as long as you are a good person, you will have nothing to do. They are tortured and are not asking for it themselves!"

"The upstairs is right. Who is blamed for his own evil? You are not allowed to say that to the judge."

"You are all brainwashed!"

Then, similar barrage never appeared again.

But in reality, a high reward appeared on major social platforms around the world.

The world humanitarian organizations jointly offer a reward for the death judge's true identity: **￥!

He also called on everyone to ban him completely after discovering the identity of the judge of death.

That is, he will not sell food to him, he will not be allowed to enjoy all social welfare, benefits, he will not be allowed to take public transportation, etc.

Isolate him completely until he is willing to admit his mistakes and correct his mistakes.

And they also called on the judges of death to join the special official institutions established by the United Nations to receive their supervision and education.

In an instant, this news exploded the whole world.

Unexpectedly, there are still people who dare to fight against the Death Judge.

But some smart people have seen the cleverness of these humanitarian organizations.

Because everything they do has not touched the real bottom line, either calling or pleading.

The toughest point is to offer a reward for the identity of the judge of death, intending to isolate him and make him admit his mistake.

If the Death Judge takes action against them, it would be a bit unreasonable, and it seems that he is too scrupulous.

Obviously, these people have studied the people in the Celestial Empire very thoroughly, so they dare to stand up and gain reputation.

Soon, the news was spread to the barrage in the live broadcast room.

"Wori, a bounty of 1.2 billion! The boss is so valuable!"

"I just laughed. Are these people idiots? The judge has changed so much. If you want to isolate him, do you daydream?"

"That's just a show! If the boss casually fabricates an identity, gets a bounty, and then disappears without a trace, they'll just wait to cry!"

"Trump, I actually want the judge to listen to the United Nations organization and dream about it."

"Boss, let's kill them!"

"That's right, let them down!"

In the live video, Ye Chen, who was pressing Zhang Ne's hand into the oil pan, was slightly stunned when he saw these barrage.

But there was no response immediately.

Instead, continue your own live broadcast.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Zhang Ne shouted desperately as his hands were put into the oil pan.

Beads of sweat as big as beans on their faces rolled down.

Halfway through the shouting, he began to grit his teeth, and a creaking sound came from his mouth.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

But his gums were bleeding and his teeth were shattered.

"Judge Death, you executioner, executioner!" Zhang Ne let out a roar from the bottom of her throat.

Ye Chen took out his hands from the oil pan.

It was already covered with bubbles, trembling and shaking.

This is the body's instinctive reaction.

"One of the fried palms is cooked, who would you two want to eat?"

"Roar!" The corpse let out a low roar and rushed forward and bit it.

The bloody flesh was torn off by a large mouthful, and blood kept dripping.

Zhang Ne's hand was already very painful, so he couldn't feel what it felt like to be bitten by his hand.

But he saw this scene, his teeth trembling, trembling, and his expression was extremely frightened.

The terrifying feeling of watching his palms bite off the flesh, bite off the bones, and spitting them aside made Zhang Ne's head blank.

He even forgot to scream and just looked at it. Every time he looked at it for a second, the blood on his face was one minute less.

Finally, it was as pale as a piece of white paper, and a dizziness came and I fainted again.

It seems that he is the kind of person who will become unconscious once the fear value reaches a certain critical point.

It is difficult to increase the fear value of such people because there is a limit that is difficult to break through.

The cold water was poured on his face again.

Zhang Ne closed his eyes tightly, then opened it, and looked at the top of the tomb emptyly: "Ha...he..."

He just gasped, and then screamed again.

The instinct of the body is distorted, and he just cannot control his body with consciousness, but it does not mean that he is really unable to move.

Under severe pain, the nerves will instinctively drive the body's reaction.

The muscles on the face kept twitching.

The heart is pounding and beating rapidly, and the heart rate is far beyond the normal range.

White foam began to spit out from the corner of Zhang Ne's mouth.

"Master, this guy seems to have been ruined by you." Xiaoshu's tender voice sounded.

Ye Chen glanced at Zhang Ne whose palm was eaten, revealing a speechless look.

This guy's ability to withstand is not bad.

The audience spoke in the live broadcast room.

"I'm foaming, this guy is no longer able to do it."

"Boss, feed the medicine. I gave him the kind of medicine I used to torture Zhang Mazi last time, and I'm afraid he can't help playing?"

"I have always been curious about foaming at the mouth. Where did this foam come from? Why can't we normal people spit it out?"
Chapter completed!