It's obviously a question, but it's in a declarative tone.
Just like when he asks you to stop, you should stop obediently and kneel down in his direction.
Everything seems so natural.
But Rasputin could only struggle and roar in his mind like an insect trapped in amber, desperate and fearful.
Just like a mouse trapped in a stone mortar and about to be smashed into pieces by the rocks above, it can clearly see the boulder sliding down a little bit and squeezing its own life bit by bit, but it is unable to make any resistance.
"Crack."
Han Baiyi lightly snapped his fingers.
Rasputin felt that the space around him that had solidified everything suddenly loosened, and then was bound up like a bunch of iron ropes. His originally curled up body suddenly twisted, like clothes being wrung out after being soaked, and started to tighten from the toes.
Tighten it all the way to the waist, at least thirty turns.
"Uh-huh——"
A sharp and dull violent hiss suddenly erupted from his throat, but because the air was tightly imprisoned, even the sound could not be transmitted.
A large amount of blood and bone stubble sprayed out from between the crushed waist and legs, dyeing a large area of dark blue carpet red.
"I'm asking you something."
Han Baiyi sat quietly on the cushioned high-backed wooden chair, with his left leg on his right leg, his head slightly raised, looking down at the wizard who had transformed into a mermaid.
Of course he could directly search his memory to see the cause and effect of the incident, and Han Baiyi really didn't like bloody scenes.
However, his losses this time were huge.
Someone always has to pay the price.
“Ahhhhhhh——”
Mr. Wizard bit down on the thick carpet on the ground, holding on to the ground with both hands. The severe and sudden pain caused his face to be covered with sticky tears and snot.
He even chipped two teeth in his mouth because he bit the carpet so hard, but he still bit it tightly, for fear that he would accidentally chew his tongue.
The wails of difficulty overflowed from the depths of his body, and Rasputin's facial muscles couldn't stop twitching and twisting, as miserably as if his household register had died.
The pain was so severe that he couldn't even feel his lower body.
When I glanced at it inadvertently, I was shocked to find that everything about me from the waist down seemed to have been ground in a meat grinder and then twisted into a bundle. Even the shape of the original three legs could not be seen.
, flesh, blood, bones, and clothes were twisted together in a chaotic and orderly manner.
The wailing sound suddenly rose by ten decibels.
Han Baiyi was a little impatient.
Lift your feet slightly and tap your toes lightly on the ground.
puff.
As if he heard the sound of something piercing his brain, Rasputin was startled for a moment, and then immediately found that the pain that was still raging in his brain just now had suddenly disappeared.
"Sir, you should be polite when strangers come to visit."
Han Baiyi was still sitting on the chair, expressionlessly looking at the wizard who was lying on the ground, with only his upper body barely intact, and a pillar-shaped spiritual technique inserted in his head, his voice was slightly cold.
It is human nature not to like talking to ugly things.
Even if this ugly thing is made by oneself, it is still the same and there will be no exception.
Man is indeed a very willful animal.
As for nausea? Panic?
Han Baiyi, who had died countless times himself and experienced countless bloody scenes, had become accustomed to pain and giving pain to others a long time ago.
He has indeed changed a lot.
Glancing at the spiritual technique that was about twenty centimeters long and like a stick that cut off the wizard's pain nerves, Han Baiyi said with a calm expression: "Now, I'll give you a minute to explain the cause and effect."
"Based on your performance, I will consider whether to give you the right to live again."
"I'm actually quite busy."
"Can...can live?!"
Rasputin's survival instinct was vividly displayed in this second. He caught the most critical words in an instant, and his voice almost trembled.
"If you perform well enough."
Han Baiyi emphasized once more, and then made a random stroke in the air.
Sizzle...
The cut wound that was still spewing blood was actually sutured directly like a zipper on clothes, and even the internal organs in the abdominal cavity were stuffed in in an orderly manner by an invisible force.
Rasputin's expression froze, and his face, which was already covered with tears and snot, was stained with tears - this time he was excited.
"Thank you! Thank you! Dear noble man..."
Halfway through, he suddenly realized that he had clearly been cut off in half, but he didn't even know who the other person was, let alone what had caused him to be like this. He couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.
But after hesitating for a few seconds, he asked cautiously, with an extremely flattering expression and a very low posture:
"I wonder...how did a humble person like me offend Your Majesty? I think there must be some misunderstanding..."
"Huh?" Han Baiyi raised his eyebrows and smiled sarcastically, "You blew up my ship and killed the fifteen hundred people I bought, but you don't even know who I am?"
As soon as Rasputin's heart stopped, his last bit of hope was gone, but the thoughts in his mind suddenly changed. His expression changed from flattery to mourning in just half a second, and he was so aggrieved that he almost shed tears:
"Mr. Bai! I was forced too!"
"If it weren't for the evil new emperor of Ursus who used my father as a hostage and wanted to transfer the conflicts between him and the great nobles to me, a despicable person like me would never do this even if he died.
It’s such an outrageous thing!”
"Oh?" Han Baiyi looked at him calmly, as if he were playing with a monkey in a cage, "Does your robbery of my transport ship have anything to do with the emperor?"
"That's right!" Rasputin gritted his teeth, as if he was talking about the real enemy who killed his father, "The stupid new emperor has wanted to consolidate the power in the hands of the nobles since he came to the throne, and constantly used us people in the church to
Have a game with the great nobles! This time, he asked me to attack your transport ship. It was also his will."
"As for us humble priests and bishops, we can only be played in the palm of his hands at will. We must not make any mistakes when doing things, let alone reveal any secrets - because we know too many things."
"A priest who joined the church at the same time as me was pushed out by the stupid emperor as a shield just because he made a mistake, and was finally executed by the nobles!"
At this point, Rasputin, half of his body lying on the ground, clasped his hands and begged: "Mr. Bai! Now the big mistake has been made. I understand that my sins cannot be washed away, but I am just a weapon to be used by others."
The knife...but I still have a use for it! If you want to take revenge or even plunder the wealth of that stupid emperor, I can help you!"
"I don't want to do it with him a long time ago!"
Rasputin's expression was full of hatred and sincerity. As he crawled over, he made a humble gesture of wanting to kiss the soles of his shoes.
"For the sake of the Lord, please give me a chance to turn from darkness to light!"
After saying that, he kowtowed deeply in the direction of Han Baiyi.
Han Baiyi was sitting calmly, with a warm smile on his face that came standard with central air conditioning.
He sat in his seat and suddenly asked.
"How far is it from the palace?"
"Um...about twenty or thirty kilometers, right?" Rasputin didn't quite understand why Han Baiyi was asking this, but he was sensible and didn't ask anything.
Han Baiyi seemed to be thinking about something. While thinking, he gently rubbed his chin.
"How much power do you think Emperor Ursus has?"
Rasputin, who knocked his forehead deeply on the ground, moved slightly, as if he could taste something from this question, and immediately responded positively: "Not much! Although the stupid emperor seems to be powerful now, that's just
Because he controls part of the army, many members of the country's upper and lower parliaments are frightened by his murderous behavior and dare not stand up and speak out."
"Actually, the national power of Ursus is still in the hands of the sixteen nobles in the parliament. The operation of this country still depends on them, as long as..."
Rasputin was eloquently expressing his opinions, but his words were suddenly interrupted by Han Baiyi.
"That is to say, even without the emperor, the country of Ursus can continue to operate as usual without causing too much chaos."
"Right?"
When Rasputin heard this, his thinking suddenly froze, and he vaguely noticed something was wrong.
This development seems to be different from what I thought?
Didn't he want to become a noble, use himself as a spy, and then seize power from the emperor?
Not wanting power...
So what does he want?
I thought so, but I didn't dare to hesitate in the answer. After hearing Han Baiyi's question, Rasputin nodded firmly:
"Yes, sir. The emperor's orders will never affect this year's food and tax revenue. Those are the nobles' own business - the emperor only makes money from the nobles."
"That's good."
Then, Rasputin, who was lying on the ground, saw Han Baiyi suddenly stand up from his chair, then turn around a few times with half-closed eyes, and finally seemed to find a correct direction.
Raise your hand, extend your index finger and thumb, make the shape of a gun, and point it far away.
The right eye was wide open and the left eye was half-closed, as if he was taking aim.
"Bang."
This is the sound coming from your mouth.
Rasputin trembled and looked at Han Baiyi who was pointing his finger into the distance as if he was joking. He couldn't help but feel a little baffled in his heart.
——Isn’t this person sick?
Before this thought could dissipate from his mind, Rasputin heard a muffled sound like a thunderous earthquake, rising from the end of the earth.
Like an earth dragon roaring, it shatters everything on the ground.
He turned his head blankly and his body froze in place.
Han Baiyi paid no attention to his intention and walked towards the door.
When I passed Mr. Wizard, I pulled out the pillar-shaped magic stick stuck in his head with a pop and threw it aside.
Rasputin, who suddenly regained his sense of pain, suddenly felt as if his whole body was about to burst open. The wound that was originally sewn up like a zipper was now torn apart like a zipper again.
Just as he was enduring the pain and wanted to turn around and ask why, he saw the middle-aged owner of the manor who had regained his self-awareness at some point. He was standing by the side holding a sharp fruit knife, with a smile full of cruelty and relief in his eyes.
meaning.
"Master Wizard..."
Rasputin looked at him in astonishment. He supported his body with both hands and kept crawling back. The blood-stained wounds left scarlet traces on the ground. He shouted in a sharp voice:
"Don't come over!!"
The middle-aged manor owner smiled evilly, held a sharp knife, and stepped forward step by step.
Soon, bursts of screams, several dozen decibels higher than before, came from the restaurant.
Han Baiyi walked away quickly with a look of compassion on his face, as if he couldn't bear to see others suffer.