The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

The red line was as thin as a hair, but it flashed a terrifying light, as if it was a life-threatening arrow shot from the depths of hell.

It pierced through a person's chest in an instant with lightning speed, so fast that the person had no time to dodge.

Everyone then reacted and tried to hide in fear.

One of them suddenly saw the red line flying towards him.

He jerked sideways, trying to dodge the fatal blow.

However, the red line seemed to have eyes. It drew a strange arc in the air, adjusted its direction in an instant, and chased towards his chest.

There was a "pop" sound!

The red thread pierced through his clothes and penetrated his body as easily as a hot knife through butter.

He only felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if being stabbed by a red-hot iron spike.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and then he fell to the ground with a thump.

The people nearby saw this and widened their eyes in horror.

Just then, the red line changed direction and attacked him.

In panic, the man picked up a chair in his hand and threw it at the red line.

With a "click" sound, the chair was easily cut in half by the red line, and fragments flew everywhere.

The red line continued to move forward unhindered, instantly piercing his palm and then piercing straight into his chest.

He let out a scream, and the sound echoed in the darkness, full of despair and pain.

"Pfft!"

Muffled sounds rang out one after another in the darkness.

It was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

The people brought by Commissioner Zhao screamed one after another and fell to the ground, their bodies hitting the ground heavily.

A trace of blood gradually seeped out of their chests.

The blood continued to spread outwards, soon staining their clothes on their chests red.

Commissioner Zhao was so frightened that he turned around and tried to escape, but the red line followed him like a shadow.

He felt a chill on his back, and before he could turn around, a red line had already pierced through his back, leaving a string of blood beads.

His body suddenly stiffened, he looked down at the red on his chest, and then slowly fell down.

His eyes were still wide open, filled with reluctance and fear.

However, Commissioner Zhao did not die like his subordinates.

His body was twitching in pain on the ground, and blood foam was still gushing out of his mouth.

The blood foam continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, staining his chin and collar red.

At this moment, Commissioner Zhao no longer had the calm and composed manner he had when he was in a high position.

His eyes were replaced by fear and despair, as if he saw the end of his life.

suddenly!

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him without any warning.

The figure loomed in the darkness.

With the dim moonlight coming in from the window, Commissioner Zhao could vaguely see the other person's appearance.

He seemed to have seen this person before!

It's in a photo!

He just took a quick glance at it at the time and didn't pay much attention.

What is it called?

Commissioner Zhao was thinking rapidly in his mind.

The name seemed to be on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't say it.

Lin...Lin Mo?

Yes, his name is Lin Mo!

"help me……"

Commissioner Zhao used up his last bit of strength, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito, but full of pleading.

"Shh!"

Lin Mo raised a finger and looked at the other person with a smile.

That smile looked particularly strange in the darkness.

His technique was extremely precise when he controlled the blood-patterned steel needle.

The others were killed in one blow, the steel needles piercing directly through their hearts, taking their lives instantly.

Only when it came to Commissioner Zhao, he deliberately deviated a little from the heart, letting the needle just brush the edge of the heart.

Although the other party will die in the end, it will not be such a painless death.

He wanted Commissioner Zhao to die slowly in pain and fear.

The first time he faced this big shot who often appeared in newspapers, Lin Mo felt a little emotional.

If the other party hadn't provoked him, he would have found it difficult to have anything to do with such a person in his life.

In his impression, Commissioner Zhao was a high-ranking dignitary who controlled the fate of countless people, while he was just an insignificant little person.

such a pity……

Those who kill will always be killed!

Since the other party wants to kill him, don't blame him for being cruel and ruthless.

"Commissioner Zhao, right? How do you feel?"

Lin Mo asked with a smile, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Take me to... to the hospital. Whatever you...want, I...I can give it to you!"

Commissioner Zhao spoke with great difficulty, and every word seemed to take up all his strength.

His eyes were full of desire, hoping that Lin Mo would let him go and give him a chance to live.

"Don't you think your request is ridiculous?"

Lin Mo shook his head disinterestedly.

Why is it that when these great men are dying, they all say exactly the same things?

It's either malicious threats or big promises, there's no creativity at all!

Can't you be tougher and die cleanly?

"When you sent people to kill me, did you ever think that this day would come?"

Lin Mo asked again, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Commissioner Zhao certainly didn't expect this.

In his eyes, Lin Mo was like an ant who could be crushed to death with one kick.

How could he have imagined that this little person could turn the tables and threaten his life?

But he couldn't say that.

Keeping the green hills, you don’t have to worry about running out of firewood!

As long as he is still alive, all that damn face means nothing.

"It's all... a misunderstanding. This matter... from the beginning... from the beginning to the end... was all the eldest son's... no, it was that... Yuan's idea!"

Commissioner Zhao argued anxiously, trying to shift the blame to others in order to buy himself a chance of survival.

"You are about to die, and you still want to shirk your responsibility?"

Lin Mo smiled, and that smile was full of disdain.

He moved and rushed forward in an instant.

His hands grabbed towards Commissioner Zhao like eagle claws, causing a sharp sound of wind.

Commissioner Zhao widened his eyes in horror. He wanted to dodge, but he was too weak to move.

Lin Mo's hand instantly grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it hard.

With a loud "crack", Commissioner Zhao's shoulder bones were crushed.

He let out a scream that echoed in the darkness.

"what!!!"

Commissioner Zhao groaned in pain.

Lin Mo ignored it.

He swung his other hand violently, and a stream of internal energy rushed towards Commissioner Zhao's chest like a surging tide.

Commissioner Zhao felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer, his blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"It doesn't matter. After you die, I will go find him."

Lin Mo said coldly.

"Do not……!"

Commissioner Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

He wanted to struggle and shout, but he was powerless.

Before he finished speaking, Lin Mo pointed a finger at his forehead.

"puff!"

The powerful internal energy poured out like a surging tide and instantly poured into Commissioner Zhao's cranial cavity.

The internal force was like a sharp blade, turning his cranial cavity into a paste and splattering his brains everywhere.

A "plop" sound!

Commissioner Zhao died completely, his body fell limply to the ground, his eyes wide open, he died with his eyes open!

Lin Mo didn't even look at it again, as if he had just done something insignificant, and turned and left the Buddhist temple.

Only the howling and whistling of the wild wind in the dark night remained...