Chapter 95: When a man dies, he sinks into the sea
"But in order to prevent possible blood revenge in the future, the pirates came up with a new rule. That is to give them a chance...as long as their children are sent to the casino as chips, it is possible to gamble his life back.
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Isaac exhaled slowly and murmured as he recalled:
"And if you can really win the bet, then you can indeed let them out - this is a very rare case, because everyone knows that the dealer in the gambling stall will definitely do something. However, these vicious pirates will occasionally let them out on purpose.
Give them one or two lives to give them a way to survive.
"Anyway, this execution or not will not bring benefits to the pirates. It is better to use it as the price of maintaining another 'tradition'.
"These children watched their fathers or mothers tie themselves up and send them to a vicious casino. They watched them in a crazy and twisted manner that they were not familiar with, and without anyone urging them, they personally killed their children.
The 'an arm', 'liver', 'whole person' and other parts gradually came up and were lost bit by bit...
"Under the impact of the fear of dismemberment and death, these children will gradually lose their 'love' for their parents.
"Of course, in fact they will not be dismembered, this is just to scare them... because 'living people' are worth at least twenty times more than broken pieces. But children will not understand this. In their impression, they are
'Cut into pieces and sold' by parents.
"And the impact of this 'momentary hatred' will continue to be diluted over time. So as the last part of this ceremony, when their parents have lost their last chance and are about to be executed... these have
The execution method of the crazy parents will be chosen by the children who were tied up and brought here by themselves.
"If they themselves participate in this process, they will not 'take it out' easily. Instead, they will always remember the impact of this moment. In this way, they can effectively avoid the possibility of 'revenge of the dead'.
Although it still cannot be completely avoided, it can reduce most of these situations.
"Smeared with the blood of sea snakes, a silver spike that can instantly paralyze people is pierced through the heart. It is the gentlest kind, and the whole process is completely painless. At the same time, there are also people who are strangled or hanged with ropes, and then they put the body away themselves.
The most cruel option is to hang them alive with iron hooks until they die. Of course, the executioner must be the stall owner.
"Choose forgiveness or revenge... Of course, I don't think there is anything to forgive.
"A bastard who sells his children to gambling stalls just for his own survival is no different from that man."
Isaac looked at the man's motionless hanging posture. He was silent for a moment, and his voice became softer: "Of course, this choice... means nothing to him anymore."
Because that man is dead now.
So there is no point in bringing out the silver nails.
But as a sense of ritual...you still have to choose how to deal with his body after his death.
The boy's eyes moved back and forth between the two items.
He gradually took a step forward.
His hand reached for the rope hesitantly - but only for a moment.
His movements paused for a moment, then he pressed firmly on the iron hook.
There was dark red rust on the iron hook, which may have been residual dried blood. The cold temperature and just touching could repeatedly cause the rust gas to seep into the blood vessels - the boy couldn't help but start to tremble.
The girl next to her, whose eyes were red from crying, raised her head firmly and looked at all this.
She was obviously a little sad. But she did not raise any objections to the choice of another child.
She looks older than the boy - about eleven or twelve years old. At this age, she is already somewhat sensible and knows what kind of life she will face.
The old family ties had already been shattered to the ground the moment he sent them here.
"Good boy. Brave boy."
The stall owner was satisfied and said in a voice as low as the abyss: "How brave can you be?"
"...I can watch it all."
The boy spoke for the first time.
He stared at the man and said word by word in a hoarse voice: "I hope to see him hung up on an iron hook."
"Hehehehehehe..."
The stall owner made a happy sound.
He praised: "Thank you for the tragedy...I saw all this again after so many years."
"He made the same choice as me, stall owner."
The big fat man holding the iron hook showed a devilish smile.
It might have been a simple and cheerful smile, but on his face, which was covered with scars and bullet holes, it looked so ferocious.
"I remember you said the same thing twenty years ago, Gary."
The man wearing a white mask of ecstasy made a joyful voice: "I said, his qualifications will be very good."
"Where will you sell me?"
The boy asked softly.
"That depends on how strong you can be."
The stall owner patted him on the shoulder and made a devilish voice of persuasion: "If you are strong and brave enough... you might be able to become one of us."
"I think I can."
The boy made a hoarse voice: "I have nothing to lose."
"Then just watch, kid."
The fat man Gary laughed and put the rope on his shoulders.
He flexibly turned the iron hook in a circle, cut the rope, and lowered the middle-aged man's body.
Then, as if he were playing golf - he swung the iron hook extremely quickly and penetrated the man's chin with precision, and stabbed it out from one side of his cheek.
The crowd nearby booed.
"I can't even aim when I open my mouth so wide!"
"Fatty Gary's hands are shaking. He's had too many women!"
"Fat Gary, don't pee!"
"--Shut up!"
Gary roared in anger.
He pulled out the iron hook and swung it vigorously again.
This time, the tip of the iron hook was successfully pierced out of his mouth. His tongue was pushed out, which meant that the person died due to "breaking an appointment" - the cheek was penetrated because of "humiliation", and the eyes were penetrated
It's because "I don't have a long eye".
The girl's body trembled slightly, but she didn't cry anymore.
The boy's eyes flashed with relief and confusion.
"Okay, Gary. Drag the meat to the sea."
The stall owner said casually and patted the boy on the shoulder: "'When you die, you will sink into the sea. Don't vent your anger too much.' Just calm down. This matter is over."
The stall owner let go of the girl's hand on her shoulder.
He took off his mask and handed it to the girl. He revealed a face as honest as a tavern owner. If you just looked at his face, you might think he was a middle-aged mercenary instead of a gambling stall.
of blocking.
He lifted the boy and put him on his shoulders.
A female dealer behind him handed him a bottle of wine. She handed the same bad wine to everyone present, even Annan and Isaac took a bottle in their hands.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Harold. Harold Ed...no, I don't have a last name."
"Then your name will be Harold from now on! 'Bold' Harold!"
The stall owner said loudly.
He bit the bottle open, took two sips, and then drank two more sips from the child on his shoulder. Then he held it high.
The people around also cheered and drank the wine from the bottle. Some people took a sip, and some drank the whole bottle.
Annan also took a symbolic sip. The taste was bitter, and there was also a smell of iron nails and fish. It seemed that it was not a problem with the brewing process, but contamination during storage.
“Welcome Harold ‘Bold’ to our family!”
The stall owner yelled and threw the bottle to the ground, breaking it.
Everyone around cheered and smashed the wine bottles in their hands.
Then everyone suddenly dispersed and went back to do their own things.
Only Annan and Isaac remained where they were.
Having just finished watching this dark, cruel, and somewhat bizarre heroic-style ceremony, Annan looked at Isaac.
Without waiting for Annan to ask, Isaac nodded: "I was almost like this back then."
"...So, what did you choose?"
"Of course...it's an iron hook."
Isaac whispered: "I watched him die in the sea.
"Although we have an old saying here, 'When people die, they will sink into the sea, so don't vent your anger too much.' But that's what it says... But I still haven't completely forgotten that hatred."