The smoke of death spread all the way, spreading like a thick white blanket.
Soon, shrill, mournful cries came from the rooms on both sides that were not smeared with blood.
This was God's warning.
When Moses repeatedly warned Ramses to let him go, Ramses didn't believe it and hesitated.
God turned the water of the Nile into blood-red, and turned every particle of dust into a louse, among other ten disasters.
This was the tenth disaster.
After causing the Egyptian people to suffer from hunger, plague and death, Ramses Finally agreed to let Moses take the Jews away.
There were more and more cries.
Before it was fully light, the whole city was filled with cries and howls.
The eldest sons of those families who did not smear blood on the doorsteps all died.
Cheng Qianxun felt extremely sad.
Even though this happened thousands of years ago, they were children and they were all living creatures.
He murmured: "No, no, this is wrong."
Ma Lun became nervous.
He also felt that something was wrong.
Obviously Cheng Qianxun should have found the answer, so he quickly asked: "What's wrong?"
It didn't take long.
Nair's death just now might have taken too long.
Even though the time does not seem to be long, in the scene, it has been raining for forty days and nights, and the water has faded for a long time.
It has been a year.
And Lance only used it for one night, why is there still an error?
When the sun appeared again, the white fog that filled the entire city gradually dispersed, and some grieving parents walked out of the house holding the bodies of their dead children.
Some knelt down on the street, raised their hands to the sky and cried out for their children to be resurrected; some sat at the door holding their children's bodies and crying loudly.
It was because Ramesses' sons were not spared that this steel-hearted king agreed to Moses' request.
In fact, Ramses's approach is understandable.
At that time, a large part of Egypt's financial revenue was earned by the Jews, and most of the Jews became slaves.
Who will let go of slaves who can make money?
There were cries everywhere, and the bodies of young children were everywhere.
No matter how much their parents cried, they could not save their children's lives.
Cheng Qianxun's eyes showed pity: "The child is not at fault.
Why should the leader be killed?
Even if the adults are wrong, the crime should be placed on the wrong person.
The child is not the person who deserves to be killed."
Mullen heard it.
Suddenly there was a sound like an explosion in his ears, and he jumped up suddenly.
He yelled at Lance in the middle screen: "It's wrong, it's completely wrong, don't say it's done."
But Lance couldn't hear it at all.
He felt that he should have completed the task and said to the sky: "Great Satan, I'm done, please let me pass."
It's over. everything is over Mullen and others watched in horror as the dust at Lance's feet was suddenly blown up by the wind, forming a funnel-shaped wind tunnel, and the dust fell on him.
Turned into lice.
Those lice were as small as needle eyes, black and densely packed, and they all jumped on Lance's body.
When they touched the skin, they sucked the blood fiercely.
"Ah" Lance felt itchy and painful, and started scratching all over his body.
But there were too many lice, black as pockmarks and as small as sesame seeds, but greedy and hungry, just sucking blood.
It was as if the person's body was covered with a black veil, and Lance was scratching like crazy.
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Tens of thousands of fleas were sucking fiercely all over his body, even around the corners of his eyes.
After the tiny lice were sucked full of blood, they became several times larger than before.
When he was scratched, there would be a pool of blood.
Even after Lance fell to the ground, he kept howling in pain and clawing.
It was hard to tell whether the blood stains on his face and body were from his fingernails or from scratched lice.
Soon, the person seemed to be drained dry, and the skin gradually sunken.
When more than ten seconds later, he was lying on the ground motionless, Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes.
People on the ground can no longer recognize the appearance they had before they were born, they are shriveled and haggard.
The sight of a strong man being sucked dry by fleas, like a mummy, is simply appalling.
Among the ten plagues that befell us, one was the plague of lice.
The ten major disasters are cumulative in severity, but the lice plague only ranks third.
These disasters not only cause humans and animals to be disturbed by various animals, they will be covered in sores, suffer from plague, and die, as well as locusts, hail, and darkness. . .
After experiencing this, even if you don't die, you will still suffer in pain.
And now the last plague is the plague of the firstborn, in which the life of the firstborn son of every family in Egypt was taken away.
Cheng Qianxun exhaled slightly and looked at Lance's body helplessly, just like looking at the people who were still crying for their eldest son.
When Ma Lun saw that Lance was dead, his eyes suddenly turned red.
He grabbed Cheng Qianxun's clothes by the collar and glared angrily: "Why didn't you say anything?
You know it was wrong."
"Let her go."
The teammates immediately jumped up and went to pull Mullen.
Everyone angrily scolded Maren for his nonsense.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the angry Ma Lun with sad eyes and said calmly: "I'm not sure, Lance has already walked in.
What should I do if you were me?"
Rudolph hinted to his teammates with his eyes, and everyone slowly loosened their grip on Mullen's arm.
Maren gasped and slowly let go of his hand, controlling his emotions.
This cannot be blamed on Cheng Qianxun, no one, including him, can control the situation.
All blessings and misfortunes in life and death are created by individuals.
It was Lance himself who misunderstood the meaning of Satan.
No one else can blame him.
The question also arises, how can we satisfy all the conditions of Satan to kill the people who should be killed.
Cheng Qianxun said to Rudolf, "Please repeat your request."
So Rudolf repeated what Lisese said word for word: "You decide which space to go to, and then you will destroy the damn humans.
There, you will be gods, or Satan, the messenger of death, the Seraph, or the devil." . . .
Whatever you call them is fine.
It doesn’t matter how many people you think deserve to be killed.”
"Stop."
Cheng Qianxun interrupted Rudolph in as soft a voice as possible, and couldn't help but praise: "Rudolph, you are really amazing, really."
Then he looked around at everyone and signaled with his eyes.
Needless to say, everyone already understood the meaning.
Cheng Qianxun looked at everyone and asked in a soliciting manner: "How about I go?"
This time it is not easier to pass if you go to the front, the reality is already in front of you.
The degree of passing the test is not very clear.
It is not opportunistic to go now, but to test.
If it succeeds, everyone will know how to go, and it will be much simpler in the future.
And once it fails, the next person can master more possible rules when they enter again.
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Nyle and Lance have been eliminated, and no one is sure whether the next person will succeed or die miserably.
Rudolf said confidently: "How about I go?
I know what to do."
Cheng Qianxun looked at him nervously: "Are you sure?"
Rudolph's ability is extraordinary.
If he loses him, it will cause huge losses.
A sneer appeared on Rudolf's lips: "Of course, otherwise I will die."
Watching Rudolph walking towards the staircase, Cheng Qianxun was extremely nervous.
He suddenly remembered something and called out to him quickly: "Rudolph, if you feel you haven't done enough, just do one or two more things."
Manager Lisese said , destroy those who think they deserve it.”
If the first person you kill is wrong, then if you look for a few more, there will always be one who is right.
As I said before, any amount will do Rudolf turned back, raised his hand and waved: "I know, you should take care of yourself."
After that, he walked up the street.
"It's like saying goodbye.
Is it because he doesn't have confidence or he doesn't have confidence in us?"
Regel muttered, which made everyone more and more worried.
Rudolph enters the scene and everyone knows where he is.
Modern, his country.
Even if you don’t talk about the characteristic ancient buildings that sometimes pop up there, you should know what the flag is flying.
Rudolf walked forward step by step.
These few steps were still in the empty square of Red Square, and then he arrived at an office.
Most of the people inside were wearing black suits or uniforms, and all of them were doing things with serious expressions.
Continuing forward, in the blink of an eye, Rudolph had passed through the wall and was standing in front of a desk.
Behind the large desk sat a man about fifty years old with a shrewd face.
As soon as the man saw Rudolph, his eyes widened in surprise, then quickly returned to normal.
There is a smile on his face.
When he smiles, he is not angry or intimidating; but when he smiles, he seems to be very friendly, typical of a political person.
He stood up with a smile: "Why are you here?
Congratulations on completing the mission.
You can finally retire.
And I, hi..."
After letting out a long sigh, he said helplessly: "I don't know when it will be over."
Rudolf smiled slightly, and his smile was very sinister: "That's why I'm here, Ivanov, and you will be free soon."
The man named Ivanov's face suddenly sank, and he turned around faster than flipping through a book.
He quickly picked up a gun from the open drawer and pointed it right between Rudolph's eyebrows.
After getting the gun, he sneered and pointed the gun at Rudolph's head: "I'm sorry, it was because of the order from above.
Just accept your fate.
Your family will not be involved."
Sooner or later, he pulled the trigger.
There was a "pop" sound from the silencer, like the sound of a glass being smashed when wrapped in a towel.
Everyone's nerves suddenly became tense, but Rudolph still didn't move.
He saw the bullet shooting out of the barrel, as if playing in slow motion, and you could even see the shooting distance formed when it cut through the air. of distortion.
But the speed of the bullet was quite slow.
When it reached Rudolph, Rudolph stretched out his hand and calmly caught the bullet that had reached his eyebrow with his bare hands.
Time and speed suddenly returned to normal.
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Rudolph held the bullet and looked down at the small shiny silver metal lump.
He didn't even glance at Ivanov, who already looked shocked.
The blinds on the surrounding glass windows all came down with a "clatter, clatter" without anyone moving
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