Ye Qingyi said.

"No. 1, go and have a look."

The palace master said lazily.

No. 1 nodded, bowed, walked down the pit, took out tools, and checked the conditions of the disciples of the three sects.

Later, Zhonglin Mountain and Tianqi Sea Area also sent people to check, and the results were unanimous.

"It seems that the reason for the half-demon disease is that the doctors in the divine realm did not misdiagnose it, nor did they wrongly accuse these people."

Ye Qingyi walked forward, pretending to be coy, with a line of tears falling from the end of his eyes. He sighed deeply and said: "If it weren't for the half-demon disease, how could I have the heart to send you to the guillotine.

Everyone has the right to live, and so do you.

It's just a semi-demon disease that no doctor can cure, so this is a last resort decision."

A waiter handed Ye Qingyi a glass of wine, and these waiters also handed the wine glasses to everyone present.

Ye Qingyi drank all the strong wine in one gulp, faced the three sect disciples, and cried sadly: "Good luck to you, I hope you will be healthy in the next life.

I will record the names of all the gentlemen one by one in the sect, so that the descendants of the Divine Realm will remember your feats for generations to come.

Your death today is a sacrifice for the heavenly realm. On behalf of the Lord God, I would like to assure you that your family will be taken care of by the clan, and the cemetery where they are buried is definitely a place with excellent Feng Shui.

My dear gentlemen, have a good trip on the road to the underworld!"

Ye Qingyi's voice was so contagious that some bystanders shed tears when they heard these words.

Only the disciples of the three sects in the giant pit stared at Ye Qingyi with red eyes.

Perhaps, if they accidentally contracted the half-demon disease, they would feel damned.

But what makes people miserable is that they are perfectly healthy people, but they are being framed.

They felt as if they were in the clear, the culprit was none other than the clan, the Lord God who was hypocritical in benevolence and righteousness.

Because these people were infected with the half-demon disease, the color of their pupils was like the red ink that accidentally flowed in, and regular red spots appeared in the eyes.

A pair of blood-red eyes glared at the God Lord.

The Lord God raised his cup, drank it all in one gulp, and then pretended to bow in the direction of the giant pit.

"You deserve to die."

The Lord God is so sad and painful: "Today, tens of thousands of geniuses from our three sects have been lost. It is really my pain and the sect's sorrow."

"Protector Ye, why didn't I know that people infected with the semi-demon disease can become mute?"

The lady held the wine glass in her hand and asked with a smile.

Qingge's eyes flashed slightly, and she narrowed her eyes to observe carefully.

Even if the God Lord's methods are clever and concealed, Qing Ge can see through them at a glance. These people are poisoned by drugs.

Mrs. Tianqi's question hit the nail on the head, which made everyone here realize this and feel confused.
Chapter completed!