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Because of the title of this book, we had to make another revision. The original title was "Cultivation Must Die", which has now been renamed "Cultivation Must Die". Due to censorship reasons, we could only do this, and the escape was only minimal.

Changes are made so as not to disappoint all book friends. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

"What's going on? Where are the people?" One after another monks chased after them, and two of them also jumped down from the screening area. Several more blue lights flashed in the screening area, "They ran away, and there was an escape master among them.

It's a flash." Someone shouted.

Ding Yi quietly looked towards the field, and saw that the forest had disappeared and returned to its original state. However, the two young men from before had disappeared, leaving only a few monks who had just been chasing them.

All the audience members were asked to exit the auditorium slowly and orderly, and Ding Yi found that more and more monks were participating in the hunt.

All the audience members were asked to hold their heads with their hands and were not allowed to whisper. They squatted in the front hall of the Fantasy Theater, and a dozen cultivators stared at them eagerly. From time to time, someone was called to the small room next to the front desk for questioning. What time was the questioning?

It lasted about ten minutes. After asking, he was not allowed to leave. Instead, he came back and squatted on the other side of the front hall.

Since Ding Yi and the others were seated at the front of the theater, the order of appearance was relatively late, so they could only wait slowly.

Fortunately, the theater attendance rate is not very high. There are only about 70 or 80 people in a theater with 500 or 600 people. Otherwise, with this efficiency, it would have been late at night when they arrived to ask Ding Yi. In this kind of panic and anxiety

Under the circumstances, time is passing slowly.

A fat man's legs might be a little numb from squatting, and his body just swayed twice, trying to change his position. A cultivator directly used his mind power to lift him out of the crowd, and controlled the fat man's body, rising to six levels.

Seven meters in the air, and then he fell from the air. With a "bang" sound, the fat man's big belly and fat face fell hard to the marble floor.

"I told you not to move, why don't you understand? It's uncomfortable to squat, so I don't mind letting you lie down like this fat man." The telekinesis master said with murderous intent.

Ding Yi and the others didn't dare to move. Ding Yi saw that the fat man had fallen from such a high place and had begun to bleed. Ding Yi guessed that he must regret why he moved so much just now. From Ding Yi's perspective, Ding Yi

B could just see the fat man's fat face. At this time, the whole face was stained with blood, and blood was constantly flowing out from the corners of the eyes, mouth, nose, and even ears.

The fat man wanted to keep lying down, but after just a short while, he started to twitch. Ding Yi heard a cry, which he was trying not to make a sound, but his own instinct.

Pain, strange sounds coming from the nasal cavity and throat. It was a little fat man, maybe the son of the big fat man.

Seeing such a tragedy happen to a close relative, and having to endure not to speak out, Ding Yi can sympathize with the sorrow of being a civilian.

The telekinesis master must have heard this cry. He glanced coldly at the little fat man in the field. The little fat man was covered in chaff, trembling with fear, and extremely scared.

Fortunately, this telekinesis master didn't make things difficult for the little fat man. He just said "hum" and turned away.

Ding Yi and the others were sweating profusely and were extremely frightened. These guys were looking down on human life and did not take civilians like Ding Yi and the others seriously at all.

A large group of people suddenly poured in outside, and an angry voice came out: "You are going too far. Even if you are chasing fugitives, you can't do this. Jiyun City is not a place outside the law. If you do this, is there any way to stop it?"

Legal process? Is there procedural justice?"

"Mr. Wei, please note that you are now cooperating with us in handling the case. You have the right to exercise your rights, but you have no right to interfere with our handling procedures. Afterwards, if you are not satisfied, you can submit a letter of appeal to the National Congress

, but in this operation, I hope you will try your best to cooperate with our work." This is the voice of a middle-aged man.

"I hope you will release all these spectators. Haven't the fugitives escaped? Why are you holding these poor people captive?" That old Wei seems to be the master of illusion Wei Xiang, the owner of this dream theater.

"Mr. Wei, we don't rule out that there are accomplices of fugitives here. Please trust my men. They are all professionals. We will identify them one by one. We will not wrongly accuse a good person, nor will we let a bad person go unpunished. Please

Give these young people a little more time." The middle-aged man said calmly.

"Those who have checked

, they should be allowed to leave, right?" It seems that Mr. Wei is quite helpless towards the group of people who came to handle the case.

"This group of people cannot leave yet. They have to cross-check and confirm. Please wait patiently for a while." A woman's voice came, and Ding Yi felt that this voice sounded familiar.

"How long will it take?" Wei Xiang asked.

"Don't be impatient and wait patiently for a few more minutes." The middle-aged man replied calmly.

Wei Xiang pointed at the fat man in the pool of blood and said: "Is this how you check? They just came to watch a magic disc, and you made them look like this? Do you see how your men treat my audience? They are not

Prisoners, you can't treat them like this. I demand that they be given their legitimate civil rights, otherwise who will dare to come to my theater in the future? Who will compensate for this loss?"

The middle-aged man was also a little unhappy and said: "Take him aside for treatment first, and let these people relax a little. They are just suspects, not criminals, right?"

The chanting teacher then said to the people who were squatting and holding their heads with their hands: "You can put your hands down and move around in place, but you are not allowed to whisper or wander around. Your activity area is the one at the front desk.

The center line shall prevail and shall not be exceeded. Please listen to me clearly.”

The crowd gasped in relief. Ding Yi quickly stood up and rubbed his numb legs. He looked helplessly at Yuan Zhen.

"Eh? Isn't this little Ding Yi? Why are you here?" A voice came. Ding Yi looked for the voice and saw a capable female corrections officer in uniform looking at him with a smile, but it was Lan Xuan's.

Sister Lancôme.

"Sister Lancome, I just came here with my friends to watch a phantom disc, and something like this happened." Ding Yi looked at Lancome asking for help. Lancome nodded and asked: "Who else is your friend?" Yuan Zhen hurriedly said

He pulled his brother and said, "It's us!"

The audience around them looked at them with envy. "Hey, little fat man, come here." Ding Yi looked at this group of people, suddenly thought of something, and called to the poor little fat man in the crowd. "And him.

"

The little fat man had just been looking forward to Ai Ai's compassion, but in the blink of an eye he was hit by this sudden happiness. He didn't care about his numb legs and hurriedly crawled to Ding Yi's side.

Lancome nodded, turned around and said to a monk who was responsible for guarding, "Check these children first. If nothing happens, let them leave first." Then she turned back and smiled charmingly at Ding Yi, turned around and left.

Yuan Zhen did not expect that under such circumstances, Ding Yi actually knew and had good friends with cultivators, and his level was not low. Lancôme walked to the middle-aged man who was in charge of the overall situation and whispered a few words.

, the man turned around and took a look. Ding Yi and the others quickly bowed to the middle-aged man to express their gratitude. Only then did Ding Yi see the appearance of the thin middle-aged man. In fact, the man was nothing special. He was probably thrown away.

He wouldn't stand out among the crowd, but those eyes gave Ding Yi an unfathomable feeling, a refreshing chill.

The middle-aged man nodded and turned his head away. He didn't know what he said in Lancome's ear. He only saw Lancome nodding frequently, then said hello, and four or five cultivators followed her and left the front hall.

Soon, it was Ding Yi's turn. Ding Yi was led into the hut. There were two cultivators in the hut. The table that was originally used to sell tickets was temporarily requisitioned as an interrogation desk.

A cylindrical object composed of a miniature array is placed in the center of the table, and an object composed of several rings is also placed on the table. In front of the table is a chair, with several strange ropes tied to the chair. Bring Ding Yi

The monk who entered walked to one of the monks and whispered a few words, then turned around and led the door out.

"Don't be nervous, this is just a normal procedure, kid." said the monk who whispered to him when he was brought in, "just tell us what you saw in the theater or what you felt was wrong.

Come on." He stopped the white-faced young monk next to him. The white-faced young man was about to get up.

This was a monk with a mustache. Ding Yi guessed that the white-faced young man might be planning to tie Ding Yi up with some strange ropes.

Ding Yi was very cooperative and told Xiaowu in detail what he saw and heard. Xiaowu listened carefully and took notes in a notebook from time to time.

After Ding Yi finished speaking, Mustache said that Ding Yi could leave.

The second person to enter was Yuan Zhen. Taking advantage of this time, Ding Yi and the little fat man started chatting quietly. It turned out that the little fat man’s surname was Jiang and his given name was Jiang Zhengyi. The man who rushed to the street was his father Jiang Bingkun. Their family

He opened a hardware store in the south of the city. He is twelve years old and is a student in the junior high school of Qingyun Academy. He is the only son of the Jiang family. This time he is clamoring for his father to take him out to watch the magic disc. Unexpectedly, he will meet

Because he was worried about his father's safety, his brows were always furrowed and he couldn't help wiping his tears from time to time. Ding Yi could only comfort him constantly.

After waiting for a while, Yuan Zhen also came out, and the next one was Yuan Kui. Although Yuan Kui was young and timid, this is not the place to talk about that. For Ding Yi and the others to do this, they have been opened the back door and took a shortcut. They were frightened.

, looking back step by step, they finally followed the monk who led them in and entered the hut.

"Did they tie you up?" Ding Yi asked Yuan Zhen quietly. Yuan Zhen shook his head. Ding Yi knew that they could get such treatment because of Lancôme's care. Yuan Zhen was a little nervous, he was very worried.

My younger brother, Yuan Kui, is very timid. But their worries are well-founded. Yuan Kui is almost the fastest among the three of them. It seems that none of the cultivators made things difficult for them.

Giving the little fat man an encouraging look, Jiang Zhengyi was also taken into the hut, and because of Ding Yi's relationship, he quickly walked out safely. The monk who brought them into the hut stopped working and personally took them out of the theater.

.It was only then that Ding Yi discovered that there were cultivators on guard outside the theater.

Ding Yi raised his head and looked at the sky. It should have been around five or six o'clock in the evening. There was only the last trace of red in the sky in the west. Jiang Zhengyi had to wait for his father, and Ding Yi had to wait outside.

B asked him if he had any money? Jiang Zhengyi shook his head, and Ding Yi gave him a silver dollar and told him to go eat something nearby and wait. Who knows when the final screening of these cultivators will be completed.

Saying goodbye to the little fat Yiyi, it can be seen that he is very scared, but Ding Yi thinks that he can only help so far.

Taking Brother Yuan Zhen back along the road, everyone felt very heavy.

Everyone below the cultivation level is an ant. This time the four of them were taught a lesson, and they deeply realized the sorrow of being civilians.

"Xiao Yi, you know, those two cultivators ran towards us earlier, grabbing us mortals along the way and using their bodies to block the pursuers behind them. I was originally scared to death, but I saw a

The woman was just like that, being thrown back like garbage. The guys chasing them were also inhumane and just used their swords to attack those who were thrown over. I saw that woman being taken away by them with my own eyes.

The knife split into two halves. At that time, I thought what if we were caught and thrown behind us?" Yuan Zhen said excitedly.

"You are very brave. You saved me and Yuan Kui." Ding Yi took over, "I know what you want to say. This is the fate of most of us civilians. What can we do? That's why I want to become a cultivator so much.

Or, I don’t want to be the one thrown out.”

"Is there no way to change all this?" Yuan Zhen asked painfully.

Ding Yi was speechless.

The three people were walking on the quiet street. At this time, the lights were on. The night view of Jiyun City decorated with fluorite was particularly charming. The hazy five colors complemented each other. However, no one had the intention to appreciate such a beautiful night.

"If you become a cultivator, will you be like those people?" Yuan Zhen suddenly asked.

"I don't know, I don't think so. I don't think I can do such a bloody thing," Ding Yi said.

"But if you have to do this to become a cultivator, would you still want to do it?" Yuan Zhen asked again.

Ding Yi stopped and looked at his old friend seriously. Yuan Zhen's eyes were flashing with paranoid flames. Ding Yi held Yuan Zhen's shoulders and said, "I can't, I can't do it. If I have to do this, I would rather

Even if you hurt yourself, you won't swing a knife at civilians." Ding Yi said solemnly.

"Remember what you said today." Yuan Zhenshen said solemnly.

Ding Yi looked at Yuan Zhen in astonishment as he turned around and walked with his younger brother. He didn't know what Yuan Zhen meant by this sentence.

When he returned home, he was naturally criticized by his family members. Ding Zhaoding even made a three-part agreement with Ding Yi. Ding Yi would always obey all the criticism and blame. Ding Li also received a scolding from his mother. Anyway, he meant it.

In the future, Ding Yi is not allowed to go out without the consent of his family members. Furthermore, when he goes out, he must return home at the specified time, otherwise the family will serve him.

After eating the meal that Wu Shuhui left for him, Ding Yi returned to his bedroom. Today was really an exciting day. Those arrogant cultivators and those poor innocent people watching the movie who died tragically, and the poor fat man Jiang Bingkun, did not
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