Could it be that heretics appeared even in Chijin Town, a place with simple folk customs and pious beliefs
This appalling guess made many townspeople worry and sleepless all night.
Sure enough, in the middle of the night, news came from the Fist Temple—someone reported and arrested an evil disciple.
Or the loot, a vicious, weak, dirty machine seized on the spot.
Now, there is a reasonable explanation for the chapped sky.
The townspeople became more and more panicked and angry. They all gritted their teeth, pounded their chests with their fists, and cursed the damned heretics loudly. Why should the power of demons be introduced to bring great disasters to this glorious town? shame and misfortune.
In order to calm the emotions of the townspeople, the Fist Temple decided overnight to publicly try the heretic in the morning.
As the news spread, just after dawn, the people of the town, including the hunting and training teams, and even other towns within a radius of a hundred miles, a large number of people flocked to the altar of the Fist Temple in the center of Chijin Town.
There was a lot of voices, shoulder to shoulder, and everyone stood on tiptoe, waiting to see the heretics receive their due verdict—at this time, the sky had just turned azure blue.
That crack is still clinging to the sky.
It seems to remind people all the time, the wrath of the fist god.
As the day and night alternate, the color of the sky changes, and the color of the crack also changes.
In the dark night, it is blindingly pale.
At dawn, it turns the pink of a baby's lips as the sun shines and the sky turns blood red.
Now, the sky is getting bluer and the crack is getting more and more transparent. If you don't look carefully, it looks like a faint mist, or a scar that has healed long ago.
—But no matter how transparent and dim, the cracks still exist, as if the scars can never be smoothed out.
Gus looked at the crack in the sky and felt that there was such a scar on his heart.
His heart was about to burst.
It wasn't supposed to be this way, Gus said to himself.
Since he reported his classmate's crime of hiding machines last night, it was as if he had been involved in a raging torrent. Everything was changing and progressing rapidly, completely out of his control.
Gus is a thin and shy boy, very handsome, a little shorter than his peers, if he wrestles in the Iron Fist School, even his classmates who are two years younger than him can easily defeat him.
His character is cowardly and kind. When he goes hunting, even if he encounters a herbivore that is harmless and falls to the ground, it is difficult to kill him.
In the world of boxing gods, where martial arts are respected and iron fists are kings, such a physique and character are naturally ridiculed and ridiculed, and life in school and in the town is not easy.
Even so, Gus swears that he will never report his classmates because of "jealousy" or "hatred" - he is from the bottom of his heart, and he wants to help his classmates get rid of the entanglement of demons and return to the iron fist. Road!
but why…
Gus saw that more and more people gathered in front of the Fist Temple.
The masters and apprentices of the various boxing gyms in the town, the students of the Tekken School, the hunters covered in animal skins and blood, and the wandering boxing fighters with high temples and dust, all of them stared at the fist A temporary judgment platform built outside the temple.
looked at him too.
Gus seemed to hear them laughing and pointing at him.
Gus was flustered, turned around and lowered his head, trying to run away, but bumped his head against the black iron statue in front of the hall.
This is a towering and majestic statue.
It depicts a muscular, strong man like a god descending from the earth, stepping on a giant bear, holding a dying python in his left hand, and a scene of a lion's head in his right hand.
Even though it was only carved from black rock, violent, tyrannical, and overbearing power still seeped out from the depths of the rock, burning like an inexhaustible torch for tens of thousands of years.
This is the ruler and protector of this world, the statue of Fist God.
It was tens of thousands of years ago, when the boxing god had not shattered the void and turned into a god, he walked on the earth in the name of "boxing king", slaying demons and saving all living beings.
Gus trembled all over, looking at Fist God.
The statue of Fist God also looked at him expressionlessly, as if shooting two hard gazes from the black rock, piercing his soul.
Gus' soul, screaming.
He believes in the fist god.
He dared to swear that in the entire Chijin Town, there was no one who believed in and served the God of Boxing as devoutly as he did.
Although his talent is mediocre, no, his talent is extremely bad, and he has no potential for cultivation at all. He has been in Tekken School for more than ten years, but he can't graduate smoothly. Children aged 35, 7 or 8 were knocked down to the ground, even if he couldn't even blow up the weakest low-level target with a single punch—he didn't have the slightest doubt about the way of the iron fist, and he didn't make any dirty moves. Dirty minds, to use the forbidden power of machinery and steam.
But now, he is really confused. Is he right or wrong in reporting his classmates
The sun is rising three poles, and the sun is getting stronger and stronger, like a hot javelin, piercing the earth and people.
The crowd was commotion and roaring, it was the heretics who had been pushed out from the Fist Temple.
"Pooh!"
"Shame!"
"No matter how weak your strength is, you shouldn't use machines. Is this still a person?"
"Evil heretics, everyone gets it and punishes them!"
Gus heard people yelling.
Even the most amiable old lady in normal times tried to spit out dozens of meters of saliva into the faces of the evildoers.
Gus was a little afraid to look at the current appearance of his classmate "Qin Yi" who was reported by him.
But close at hand, the strong smell of blood rushed into his nostrils like flames, making him have to look again.
"what!"
With just one glance, Gus almost had a nightmare.
It was only half of the night when Qin Yi was handed over to the Fist Temple, and this poor heretic had already been tortured to the brink of death and lost his human form.
He was tied to an "x"-shaped execution frame with his hands and feet stretched apart. His skin was torn apart and his flesh was bloody. He couldn't find half a piece of good meat all over his body. The wolfhound or the eagle's claws had torn hard, and the crumbling teeth even exposed the pus-filled pulp. When they came into contact with the air, he twitched in pain.
Qin Yi originally lowered his head, looking unconscious.
As if hearing Gus's voice, Qin Yi raised his head slightly, exhausted all his strength, barely opened one eye, the blood-clogged pupil burst out with a stern light, piercing Gus' heart, as if in the latter's ear, In the 18th floor of hell, the ghost screamed: "Why, I saved you, why did you betray me?"