As Zhang Hong uttered the three words "I admit it", the room suddenly became eerily quiet.
Tang Feng was stunned for a moment, then slowly loosened his hand. He asked in a somewhat strange tone, "You admit it?"
Zhang Hong loosened his collar and said in a low, flustered voice, "I admit that I was coerced by the imperials and helped them do some things. But I had no choice. Everyone would hesitate when faced with such a choice, right? I, I didn't want things to turn out like this."
Xiao Chen asked, "What evidence do the imperialists have on you?"
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, after they tricked me into meeting them, they held my life in their hands. That day in Heimu Pass, if I didn't obey them, they would have the ability to make me lose everything, including my life. So I did whatever they said, and I could only do this. But I myself have never hurt anyone." Zhang Hong said angrily.
"You didn't do it yourself, but how many people did you kill? How many of your companions lost their lives that day?" Tang Feng said loudly, "Your life is a life, but others' lives are not lives?"
"I'm not afraid of what you say. To me, my life is more valuable than anyone else's. Ask yourself, would you trade your life for someone else's?" Zhang Hong stood up and said, "You guys are not willing to trade your own lives, so what qualifications do you have to blame me? If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. In order to save my own life, I can do anything."
Tang Feng couldn't help but curse, but Xiao Chen stopped him with his hand, "Zhang Hong, there's no point in saying more. I just want to ask you one question, do you admit our accusations?"
"I admit it. I had guessed that this day would come a long time ago, so I wrote a document myself, confessing everything that happened that day. You can read it for yourself." Zhang Hong stood up and walked to the desk, pretending to take the document to show others, but in fact his hand reached for the scroll that he had hidden in advance. When he stood up, he released a thread of mental power, which pulled a trigger point on the crystal grenade that he had arranged long ago.
The magic circle on the crystal grenade suddenly lit up, and Xiao Chen immediately felt that something was wrong. He found the sudden magical fluctuations under the corner of the table. This feeling was very familiar to him, the same feeling as when the crystal grenade was about to explode. He shouted: "There! There is the fluctuation of the crystal grenade."
He used his mental power to scan and found the crystal grenade that was about to explode. However, the mental power released by Xiao Chen immediately turned into several threads, which poked several points in the grenade detonation array one by one, stopping the explosion of the grenade.
As he called out, the attention of the others was focused on the grenade. Zhang Hong took the opportunity to grab the scroll and began to cast a spell. From the beginning, he didn't expect the grenade to really blow up anyone. He knew that Xiao Chen would definitely find a way to delay or prevent the grenade from exploding, but this grenade would definitely attract everyone's attention and give him time to use the scroll. He only needed four or five seconds without being disturbed to complete the spell.
He picked up the scroll, infused it with mental power, and drew the magical structure. Everything went so smoothly that he couldn't help but applaud himself for his stable performance. However, just when he was about to complete the spell, another kind of magical energy burst out from his shoulder, interfering with the spell in his hand. The completed teleportation magic suddenly became unstable again.
"Disturbing spell?"
Zhang Hong suddenly remembered that Xiao Chen patted him on the shoulder when he came in. Could it be that at that time, he unknowingly cast the disturbing curse on him
This kind of magic can interfere with the magical energy around the target in a short period of time, greatly reducing the success rate of spell casting, and increasing additional damage when the spell fails.
Xiao Chen turned around and warned: "Stop your magic. If the teleportation magic fails, you will die miserably."
"As long as you let me go! Please stop your spell, I, I can't stop." Zhang Hong said, but his hand continued to activate the scroll. He was like controlling an out-of-control car that was swaying on the road. It was possible for the car to crash and people to die at any time. "I can't stay, otherwise I will be miserable. Considering that we have known each other for all these years, please let me go."
Xiao Chen shook his head slowly and said, "I won't give you this chance. Stop and accept the trial honestly. This is the fate you deserve."
"No, no! You don't want me to die like this, do you? Let go, let me go!" Zhang Hong roared. Magic ripples of transmission had begun to erupt around him, but these magic fluctuations were very different from usual. They were more violent and more unstable, like boiling water.
Tang Feng and Katarina rushed towards him at the same time, trying to stop him from casting spells, but as soon as they touched the periphery of the magic fluctuations, they retracted their hands. Just with such a light touch, they felt themselves being burned by the energy contained in the fluctuations.
"It's too late." Xiao Chen said.
As he said this, Zhang Hong could no longer control the magic in his hands. The halo of the teleportation magic lit up, but it did not send his body into the space channel. Instead, it began to cut Zhang Hong's body like a blade.
The feeling of having his body cut from the inside out by countless tiny spatial cracks was more painful than being tortured to death by slicing. Zhang Hong let out a desperate scream, which made everyone in the room feel a chill in their hearts.
His body was like a bag with countless holes punctured in it, with blood splattering everywhere.
The screams lasted for a full minute before Zhang Hong's voice became fainter. At this time, the ripples in space also became weaker. Xiao Chen used his mental power to pull Zhang Hong out of that area.
Zhang Hong fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, blood still oozing from his body, but he was already dead.
"He... died just like that?" Tang Feng touched Zhang Hong's carotid artery with his hand, and obviously, he felt nothing. He turned back to look at Xiao Chen, "I thought you would let him teleport out first, and then find a way to catch him. At least leave him alive... Now, I'm afraid we'll be in some trouble."
"He brought his own end upon himself. I gave him a chance, but he chose this dead end himself. I can only say that he has himself to blame." Xiao Chen said.
"I know, I know. But I feel a little confused now." Tang Feng looked at the body on the ground and sighed, "I just feel that we have collected so much evidence and spent so much effort to prove that this person is the traitor we are looking for. But he died so easily, just like a game that we prepared hard, but the opponent chose to give up before the game. It makes people feel very angry... Forget it, let's quickly see if there is any evidence left in his room." (To be continued)