He also knew he was afraid, and looked at the fat monk with fear in his eyes, but it would be too easy to burn him like this.
Maybe Satan, who was in charge of the stimulation, would not be satisfied.
So Cheng Qianxun said to Reger who was sitting opposite and Sneijder who was sitting next to him: "He should be allowed to plead guilty."
The devil would love to see it, and it would be far more ironic to ask a clergyman to confess than to ask an ordinary innocent person to confess.
So Regel stood up, raised his hands, asked everyone to quiet down, and said loudly: "He must confess his crime and repent of the crime he committed.
Now everyone starts to expose his crime."
So the villagers began to talk to each other, "poorly complaining" about the fat monk's various crimes, including the death of animals at home, miscarriage of women, and crop failure; of course, they also used intimidation to carry out the crime.
All kinds of blackmail.
Speaking of which, even a pear tree with worms and a potato with strange shapes became evidence that the monk performed magic after signing a contract with the devil.
"That's enough, that's enough."
Reger waved his hand: "Now let's ask him if he admits his guilt."
It's already getting late.
We're going to have a bonfire party if we go down.
Let's burn it as soon as possible.
So the executioner moved the chair out of the church, and the monk tied it up naked.
Because the binding was too strong, the fat monk looked like tied meat.
As soon as he took out the smelly socks from his mouth, he howled: "You devils, how dare you do this to God's servants..."
Not having time to listen to his nonsense, Rudolf sneered and said: "He is quibbling.
There is so much evidence that it is enough to prove that he signed a contract with the devil.
That was when he was possessed by the devil.
I and many people saw it."
So the executioners all testified that they saw the monk's hideous face at that time, revealing the true face of the devil.
Now he is just threatening everyone.
If you believe his lies, then God is unforgivable.
The monk may have figured out something overnight.
So he shouted: "I was framed, there must be something wrong with the mushroom soup."
"It's ridiculous, we all drank the mushroom soup, finished it all.
Why are we okay?"
In fact, all the remaining mushroom soup was poured into the stove and the pots were cleaned.
Cheng Qianxun patted the carriage and impatiently suggested: "Treat it the same way you usually interrogate witches, prick it with a needle.
If you show pain, you are a servant of the devil."
When people heard it, they immediately agreed.
It's used for needles, not embroidery needles.
The needles used to sew quilts are not even small in comparison.
They are extra-large iron needles like those used to sew rice bags.
They can also be used as awls.
The executioner held a thick iron needle half a foot long and shook it in front of the frightened monk.
He smiled ferociously and said, "Don't show pain, otherwise you will be a servant of the devil."
He fiercely hit the fat thigh.
The ground plunged down.
"Ah" was so shameless that he howled at the first injection.
My nose, snot, and tears all spurted out in pain.
Rudolf said loudly: "Continue.
How are you usually, just like now, he is a wizard, not a priest, and his soul has been sold to the devil."
So the executioner's hands were unceremonious all over the monk's body, avoiding the eyes, heart and other important parts.
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The needles penetrated into the flesh and kept pricking, and his howling in pain did not stop for a moment.
The old woman who was drowned was also treated in this way, and many people who insisted on their innocence were also pricked with needles and could not show pain.
But there are a few people who can endure such acupuncture.
The executioner wanted to show his selflessness and also to please the lord and all the villagers.
Stab every needle without hesitation.
"Ah, ah...I, I..."
Finally the monk couldn't bear it anymore and begged for mercy: "No, I..."
"Stop it first."
Reger shouted, and then asked the monk who was tied to a chair and bleeding all over his body, "Do you plead guilty?"
"I, I..."
Confession means death.
The monk gasped, his fat belly undulating greatly.
There were at least seven holes in it, and blood was dripping down.
Cheng Qianxun said to the recording officer who was watching in astonishment: "Should you tell me about the trial process?
Although this devil's advocate is very familiar with it, I still have to remind him."
Rudolf pointed the edge of the sword at the recorder domineeringly and said politely: "Please say it again."
Looking at the sinister looks of the carriage nobles and the cold light emerging from Rudolf's sword, the recorder swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a slightly trembling voice than usual: "Then it's acupuncture.
The needle keeps pricking.
If you show pain, you have a deal with the devil."
"If you don't repent, admit that you have dealings with the devil, and sell your soul to death, then you will be imprisoned.
Your neck and legs will be fixed to the wall, and you will kneel alone in the cell for two days and nights.
During this period , there will be special people checking to see if the devil enters and exits through the small hole in the cell door, and will give you a message."
One by one, the villagers became silent and listened quietly.
Under such physical and mental torture, almost everyone would admit it.
If you continue to refuse to admit it, you will be sent to the river to be immersed in a cage, and you will still die when the time comes.
It's better to admit it and have a good time.
Maybe the church will see that you are remorseful and hang it instead of burning it alive.
That will save a lot of pain.
"No need to shut it down."
Regel wanted to cut through the mess quickly.
The night was long and he had many dreams, so he pretended to wave his hand cheerfully: "Just run."
So the gravel from the cellar was swept up and spread on the ground in front of the church.
In order to increase the effect, I didn't know where I got a lot of pottery fragments and poured them all "crackling" on top.
The two servants held the whips in their hands and tried it.
They swung them round in the air and the whips made a crisp sound.
Reger looked at the monk and smiled and said: "Dear priest, I hope I can still call you this, or, damn devil, it's your turn now, please."
The ropes that bound the monks were untied, and an executioner whipped the monks one after another and shouted: "Stand on top."
"Ah" the monk who was whipped immediately screamed and knelt down with a "pop".
Just as the executioner was about to strike again, he heard the monk shouting loudly: "I plead guilty, I plead guilty."
Naked, he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "I plead guilty.
I signed a contract with the devil to burn people as sacrifices."
Suddenly people became angry, and there were shouts of "burn him to death".
Cheng Qianxun and the others looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It was reasonable and legal to burn them this way.
This monk's bones were really soft.
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He had already skipped a step.
He hadn't even run on sharp ground yet and couldn't bear the whip.
They all admitted it.
Got it The monk didn't even put any clothes on him before he was escorted to a pile of firewood and tied to a simple cross.
The blood oozing from the needle hole washed away the bloody ravines on his dirty body that had not been bathed.
The temporary fear made him cry: "I want to pray, I want to pray."
"You want to pray?
I'll listen."
Thinking of the innocent lives that were mutilated and died one by one, Cheng Qianxun got off the carriage.
She walked onto the burning platform and looked at the monk in front of her who was tied like a rice dumpling.
At this time, he looked hateful and ugly, but it was difficult to bring anyone any sympathy.
"You will not go to heaven, if there is a heaven.
You have killed too many people.
The number is about the same as the people who died in the war and the Black Death.
So..."
A cruel smile appeared on Cheng Qianxun's lips. , came closer and said softly: "Satan wants me to tell you that you are so capable.
There are so many undead in hell that we can no longer hold them.
I can only ask you to go down and lighten the workload."
The monk stared at Cheng Qianxun slowly walking down the burning platform, shouting in horror: "Devil, witch..."
"Light the fire" Cheng Qianxun ordered, turned around and looked at the monk whose eyes were about to pop out, with extremely horrified face, and said indifferently: "You will see the omnipotence soon.
May your soul continue to enjoy the scorching heat in hell, where there will be Magma hotter than fire is waiting for you."
"Help, no.
Oh God..."
Amidst the monk's heart-rending screams, the fire suddenly jumped up after being ignited, and the billowing fire looked particularly dazzling and dazzling under the afterglow of the setting sun.
Cheng Qianxun returned to the carriage and sat down, and with all his teammates, they quietly watched the figure on the burning platform twisting his body in pain, but he was still bound in the raging flames.
The screams were no longer human, which showed what it would feel like when fire burned his fat body.
"God, forgive his soul..."
Amidst the screams, the trainee priests under the fire closed their eyes, holding Bibles and crosses hanging around their necks in their hands, just like burning people before.
The words "mercy" he muttered were in great contrast to the extremely painful howling on the burning platform.
At this time, it started to drizzle in the sky, as if the devil admired this scene and wanted to watch it for a while longer.
The rain fell on the ugly, but still alive creature that had been burnt in the fire and its skin was blackened and the grease was "squeaking".
It was still alive and twisting in pain. body, keeping his hairless head awake. . .
The fire that reached the sky was suppressed a lot, only reaching his knees, burning slowly and causing him to suffer for a long time.
"Ah, ah..."
This black thing, which had changed beyond recognition, howled hoarsely in pain on the stake.
The trainee priests were so frightened that they dared not open their eyes.
He continued to murmur, asking God to forgive his soul.
But no one would forgive such a bastard, watching the oil on his body constantly bursting out of flames and making "squeaking" sounds from his charred skin.
It was drizzling, and the fire kept burning for at least half an hour.
The fat on the body of the person on the stake was baked away, and it shrank to only about half of its original weight.
The black humanoid thing lowered its head, but it seemed that it could still hear a slight hum.
There were no cheers anymore, everyone was stunned.
He looked at the dark thing in shock and raised his head.
At this time, his eyes had all dried up, leaving only two big black holes.
He opened his mouth to the people in the audience, but his mouth was completely dark
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