When I heard Mr. Long’s objection, I immediately became furious that day.
"What do you object to [Xinbiquge www.xxbiquge.xyz]?
Could it be that He Naizi is also Boss Tong’s undercover agent?
Does it mean that Xiang Liu was also arranged by Boss Tong?
Then why did you make this big fuss today and call us all here?
Is it just for the sake of courtesy?"
Well, this bombshell is indeed reasonable. If it is said that these are the arrangements of Tong Ai's family and are all within the plan, is it really a bit unjustifiable?
Cai Gen and Tong Aijia looked at Mr. Long together, wondering what he meant?
We have obviously confirmed your identity as an undercover agent and taken you out. Now we have to deal with He Naizi. What do you object to?
After Mr. Long's life safety was guaranteed, many ideas came to mind.
He was tortured to death together with He Naizi, so there was nothing to say. He himself was dead, so there was nothing to say.
At present, Mr. Long himself is fine. He Naizi is going to be tortured to death, and he is feeling a little uncomfortable just before his eyes.
The scene where He Naizi risked her life to protect herself just now always lingers in front of Young Master Long's eyes.
It was like a needle, constantly stimulating his numb nerves.
"Master, this He Naizi's crimes are heinous and must be severely punished. This goes without saying.
However, Boss Cai has already said that Captain Huang represents the official need to arrest He Naizi, so don’t we think it’s not a good idea to use lynching?”
Based on Master Long's understanding, no matter who he was, he had to give some face to the official representative, so of course he found what he thought was the most tenable excuse to save He Naiko's life.
Unfortunately, the limitations of cognition determine that Master Long's excuse is really untenable, and even if it does hold up, it will be broken.
Tong Aijia mistakenly thought that Mr. Long had done everything well and did not want to offend the Heavenly Court because of such things, so she was a little satisfied.
"Disciple, don't worry. No one has anything to do with our shamanism. You don't have to look at other people's faces to act. You are overthinking this."
Shit, Mr. Long has a lot of complaints in his heart. Cai Gen clearly interfered in your shamanism affairs just now, and you also saw Cai Gen’s face. Why is he so forgetful?
Seeing that Tong Aijia was not on his side, Long Shao walked up to Cai Gen and spoke in a low voice, fearing that others would hear him. After all, his words were not that honest.
“Boss Cai, can you let He Naizi go?
I won’t comment on whether she is a good person, but she is really nice to me.”
Cai Gen was very surprised by Master Long's attitude, as if he didn't know him.
It's rare for a gangster from the bottom of society to be so affectionate and kind.
"Master Long, are you suffering from Stockholm Syndrome?
Why do you still have feelings for He Naizi?
She is the criminal and you are the victim."
Out of surprise, Cai Gen's voice was a little louder, and the friends around him heard it, and they immediately joined in with gossip.
Duan Xiaolong was sensitive to the professional terminology in his field and immediately became energetic.
"Caibangzi, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand.
The probability of Stockholm Syndrome occurring is very small. As long as you are in a normal state of mind and have no emotional deficits, you will not get it.
Moreover, as the perpetrator's favor disappears, the victim's symptoms will also disappear, and it is not an emotion that remains permanently.
I think Young Master Long probably lacked love very much since he was a child. Occasionally, love came too hard, and he has not yet adapted to it, so he developed a kind of inertia of thinking that he is loved.
Being blinded by the false emotions concocted in my own mind, to put it simply, I am a little smart and I just need a beating."
After Duan Xiaohong’s professional interpretation, looking at Mr. Long’s expression, the symptoms were not relieved. Is it really just a beating?
"Boss Cai, you can beat me as many times as you want, as long as you save He Naizi."
Cai Gen unconsciously wanted to reach out and slap Mr. Long, but he resisted and did not do it.
Feeling Cai Gen's anger, Xiao Sun wanted to enlighten Mr. Long by virtue of having his head shaved.
"Master Long, don't be angry with your third uncle.
Do you know what the more than one hundred villagers lying there have experienced?
Do you know that He Naizi almost killed so many people?
If the third uncle hadn't come, those villagers would have been dead, you know?
If He Naizi doesn't die, how can we give an explanation to those villagers?"
Young Master Long looked guiltily at the edge of the formation and the more than 100 villagers lying there, feeling very uncomfortable.
However, what is lingering in Young Master Long's heart now is He Naizi's smiling face after protecting him without meaningless life and death.
This emotion makes Mr. Long crazy. He Naizi's smiling face can melt many things, including good and evil, good and bad, and even morality and justice.
"The villagers were hurt by the death energy, not He Naizi. You misunderstood her about this matter.
When we got here, the villagers were already..."
"Okay, Master Long, please stop talking. If you keep talking, if the master doesn't take action, I will want to whip you.
Those evil spirits from all directions in Taiqinggou Village were caused by He Naizi, right?
Is it necessary to sacrifice these villagers?
I can only say that God has good intentions, and she only attempted to commit murder, and she is definitely not as innocent as you said."
Xiao Tianmao easily shattered Master Long's excuse and made his explanation vulnerable.
The fact is the fact, Mr. Long cannot be washed, indeed there is no way to wash it, and it cannot be washed clean.
but...
but...
Young Master Long was still unwilling to give in. Just as he was about to continue making excuses, a hoarse shout came from the direction of He Naizi.
"No...please...don't."
It turned out that after hearing Tong Aijia's rejection, a ceremony to clean up the house began there.
That day Yi was very active, as if it was a blow to He Naizi, which could help him get rid of the anger he suffered from Master Long.
"From the moment you think about your ancestral soul, you will think of this day.
Be strong, you are a master after all, don't be looked down upon by others.
I will destroy your natal drum first, and you will no longer be able to use the shamanic art from now on."
As he said that, he snatched He Naizi's black leather drum that day and scratched it directly with his fingernails.
As the black leather drum was torn, He Naizi seemed to have suffered huge physical and mental injuries, screaming and begging for mercy.
"Ah... don't... my natal drum...
Kill me and give me pleasure."
That day, the remains of a black leather drum were thrown to the ground, grabbed He Naizi's hand, tore her sleeves to pieces, and revealed the ancestral pattern on her arm, which was a big black tiger.
"Killing you is for sure, but the process will definitely not be pleasant.
Before we kill you, we have to get back the shamanistic things. You don’t deserve to die with your ancestral marks on your back.”
As he spoke that day, he grabbed the big black tiger pattern and tore it off from He Naizi's arm. The skin fell off and He Naizi's arm was bloody and bloody.
"Ah... press Ba... press Ba..."
I saw that when I reached out to grab the ancestral pattern that day, the controlled Anba was struggling continuously. However, it was held firmly by Bileng, and all thoughts were in vain.
"What's wrong with Nimacha...
Hey, forget it."
After leaving a sentence, the press turned into golden light and dissipated in the air.