I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

The knife pierced through Master Songhe's chest, leaving a penetrating wound. The tip of the knife protruded from his back. Master Songhe still felt that it was not cruel enough, so he pushed the knife in again, leaving only the handle on his chest.

Blood immediately flowed out from the back.

When the sloppy Taoist saw this, he knelt on the ground and crawled towards his master, crying heartbreakingly and hugging his master's legs again: "Master, please don't stab me anymore... don't stab me anymore. You are one of the few relatives I have in this world. I deserve to die. You shouldn't let me take the knife for you!"

After Master Songhe stabbed us for the second time, his body became somewhat unstable. All of us were very nervous. It was a heart-wrenching feeling, as if we were being stabbed by a knife. We wished that the knife would stab us instead.

If we are in such a state, the sloppy Taoist must be even more uncomfortable. However, facing all this, no one can do anything.

Master Songhe has already stabbed twice, and there is one last stab left. By the time the last stab is completed, Master Songhe might really die.

When we think about this, we become even more worried.

Luo Weiping was also deeply moved. He walked straight to Master Songhe and grabbed his arm: "Songhe...you shouldn't do this. I should block these knives. Chiwen is my son. I should block the knives for him."

"Director Luo, you can't stop me. I'm a useless man now. It doesn't matter whether I live or die. But you, Director Luo, have a bright future. You have to devote yourself to the people. The special task force cannot do without you. Chiwen has been working hard since he was young. He has a strong desire in his heart and never admits defeat. I have watched him walk step by step to where he is now. It has not been easy. He is your son. In my heart, I treat him as my own son. We all don't want him to die. He has a bright future. As his master, I must do something for him..." Taoist Master Songhe smiled faintly, but a line of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Luo Weiping was also in great pain and tears streamed down his face. He took a step back and bowed to the ground towards Master Songhe. All his gratitude and words were contained in this bow.

"Master... please don't prick me anymore, I beg you, I would rather die!" The sloppy Taoist hugged Master Songhe's legs again, looking like a madman, and was in extreme pain.

I have never seen a sloppy Taoist priest so miserable. Seeing my good brother like this is more painful than killing me.

Song He Zhenren patted the sloppy Taoist's head and said with a smile: "My child, I have already stabbed you twice, and there is one more stab left. If I don't stab you this time, wouldn't my suffering be in vain? Don't cry like a woman, you don't act like my disciple at all. In this life, I have only accepted you as my disciple. With your useless body, I have taught the strongest among the younger generation of disciples of Maoshan Sect. Even if you die, you can rest in peace in the nine springs."

The sloppy Taoist priest was in so much pain that he could not speak. He just held on to Master Songhe's legs tightly, as he was so afraid of losing his master.

If he had known this would be the result, I think the sloppy Taoist priest would definitely not have killed Sect Leader Quehua, but it's too late to say anything now.

At this time, Master Song He looked at the two Taoist priests who were carrying out the execution in the execution hall and stretched out his hand towards them: "Brother, bring the knife!"

The old Taoist who was carrying out the execution was stunned for a moment, then he said, "Junior Brother Songhe, the positions of your two stabs are very dangerous, so I will do the last stab, okay?"

"No, I have another need for it." Master Songhe continued to stretch out his hand.

The old Taoist sighed helplessly and had to hand the executioner's knife to Master Songhe with both hands.

After taking the knife, Master Songhe patted the sloppy Taoist's head and said, "Disciple, let go. If you don't want your master to die faster, just let go."

The sloppy Taoist priest raised his head and glanced at Master Songhe. He clenched his teeth so hard that they were almost broken, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The sloppy Taoist said no more. He loosened his trembling hands and knelt in front of his master. He buried his head in his hands. He didn't dare to look at Master Songhe again. Every time he looked at him, his heart ached so much. He could do nothing, just like me.

There are always many things in this world that you can only watch, and it seems that everything you do seems pale and powerless.

After taking the knife from the Taoist priest from the Xingtang, Master Songhe walked straight towards the group of Taoist priests from the Longmen Sect with the knife in his hand.

Under everyone's gaze, Master Songhe soon arrived in front of Master Xinghai of the Longmen Sect.

Seeing that Master Songhe had been stabbed twice in the chest, Master Xinghai was obviously a little flustered. He was so scared that he quickly stood up from the chair and took a step back: "You...what are you going to do?"

When Master Songhe saw Master Xinghai was so flustered, he just smiled and said, "Master Xinghai, don't panic. It's me who is being tortured, not you. Why are you panicking?"

Xinghai Zhenren pretended to be calm: "When did I panic…"

Taoist Songhe smiled, and then said: "Talented Man Xinghai, and fellow Taoists from Longmen Sect, my disciple killed your leader, and I took his place in the punishment. The two stabs should have been done by the people from the Punishment Hall of Maoshan Sect, but I took it upon myself to stab myself twice, which is a bit against the rules. Therefore, I decided to let you from Longmen Sect do the last stab. I wonder which fellow Taoist can do it for me..."

As he spoke, Master Songhe handed the knife in his hand towards the people from the Longmen Sect.

Master Xinghai and the old Taoist priests from Longmen Sect were obviously panicking when they saw Master Songhe at this moment.

We are the ones who are even more panicked.

If someone from the Longmen Sect really took the knife, he would have stabbed it directly into Master Songhe's heart, which would have killed Master Songhe for sure.

When handing over the knife, Master Songhe was already prepared to die.

However, when Master Songhe handed over the knife, no one from the Longmen Sect dared to take it.

Master Song He waited for a while, and seeing that no one answered, he said loudly: "Why? My disciple killed your master, you should hate him to the core. I gave you this opportunity to take revenge, but I think you are useless. Who will take the knife?!"

Good man, Master Songhe really thinks he is not dying fast enough, and he is even sneering at those old Taoist priests of Longmen Sect. If these old Taoist priests are angered, Master Songhe will die on the spot with just one sword strike.

After suffering such humiliation, the faces of the experienced Taoists of Longmen Sect were filled with indignation. Taoist Xinghai snorted coldly and reached out to take the knife from Taoist Songhe.