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Chapter two hundred and forty-two, painting the ground as a prison

"It's been a disaster for anyone, so there's no need to stay."

A magic light flashed through Zhou Xun's eyes.

The atmosphere in the entire storage room suddenly became tense.

The big horse monkey was not waiting to die. He was furious all over and leaned down and grinned.

Although I was so nervous that I was quite scared, I still instinctively made a counterattack.

No matter whether the immortal is in front of him or what, he must fight to survive with all his might.

At this moment, Li Yun had no intention of taking action, but instead became silent, and the piano and sword behind him did not see the evil spirit's abnormal movements.

Seeing that the demon was at strife, the guards in the Antique Investigation Bureau immediately picked up the guns. As for whether the anesthesia or live ammunition were inside, only they knew.

The demon monkey was about to take the lead in attacking, and the sharp claws in his hand had quietly grown out. As long as the immortal in front of him relaxed his vigilance, he would take action with lightning speed to control the man next to him...

Although he stared at Li Yun, Yu Guang always wandered around Zhou Xun. He knew that if he attacked the immortal, he would die without a burial place. Then he might as well seek a life-threatening method to control this man who seemed not so strong.

Just as the big horse monkey who was trying to move first, he suddenly felt stiff and unable to move.

Li Yun quietly retracted his fingers, and there was a flash of fixed spirit in his fingers, and then asked.

"May I have your name."

Although the big horse monkey was immobilized, she still looked at Li Yun and said with a strong spirit: "Zhang Beikong."

Being controlled so quietly, the big horse monkey felt quite frightened. What made the monkey even more frightened was that the man's question seemed to be compulsory and would answer questions.

The immortal's every move made him feel deeply powerless.

"People's name?"

Zhou Xun was a little stunned, but his name was still his own.

"Someone gave the name Feng Zheng, and the entry of monsters will be smoother and faster, so you can see that many of the demons in Linglong Pagoda are made of famous names." Li Yun looked at the big horse monkey and said, "Zhang Beikong, I have something to ask you, and you will answer truthfully."

This truthful answer is just a formality. Now Li Yun’s inquiry is with "power", and this monkey will answer truthfully.

"Who gave you this name."

Zhang Beikong said bluntly.

"Northeastern people, Zhang Yingqiang."

"What about others."

"Dead."

"How did you die?"

"I bite to death, bite my neck."

"Why do you bite him to death?"

"He beat my son to death."

"Why kill your son?"

"He is a monkey trainer. My son fell and was beaten to death while performing. I saw it with my own eyes, and then I bit him to death."

The question and answer are simple and clear.

After these words, the room suddenly became silent.

The murderous aura that had just risen by Zhou Xun also disappeared, giving him a feeling of being powerful and having nowhere to go.

The monkey training person is a profession that has been eliminated in this era. In the past, there were quite a few, and many places even claimed that this was a "disappearing traditional cultural heritage."

When Li Yun was a child, he saw monkeys trained by monkeys, and he found them interesting and cute.

But the truth is, behind these funny and cute things, how many monkeys have been treated inhumanely?

Domesticizing animals is a cruel thing.

As Zhang Beikong said, there are quite a few monkeys who were abused to death, and even performing in circus vaudevilles is common. For these professions that make a living by training animals, animals are like consumables.

But for Zhang Beikong and others, are these consumables, but the same tribe, bloodline, and life.

But for people, this is just one money-making tool after another. If it breaks, just replace it with a new one.

However, at this time, Zhou Xun's face looked a little ugly.

After all, this involves a life measurement issue.

Even if a person abuses a monkey, should he die?

Is the life of a monkey more precious than that of a human?

From a human standpoint, this is not a multiple-choice question.

The life of a monkey must be precious to no one. Even if he tortures the monkey to death, it is just a matter worth condemning, and it does not even rise to the level of law.

But looking at the monkey with wisdom in front of him, Zhou Xun could not say such words.

He has the wisdom, understands joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and understands family affection and pain, and can empathize with life and death.

As a wise species, it is difficult for Zhou Xun to say the more noble words in front of him - although he can't say it, his heart is so confident.

Born as a human being, you must look at things from a human standpoint.

At this time, Li Yun looked at the luck of the horse monkey, and there was a trace of life-scented smell. As he said, his hands were indeed only infected with one human life, but it was not for the sake of cannibalism and wisdom.

If he is a demon who is a human flesh and has spiritual wisdom, he should be full of resentment and mania now. Although he is not much less resentment now, it is not that bloodthirsty resentment, but a kind of wild resentment, which is normal.

At this time, Li Yun said leisurely.

"From a biological perspective, you did not do anything wrong. Humans hurt your child, and you fight back."

The big horse monkey stared at Li Yun and knew that there was something else.

Then, Li Yun said lightly.

"But from my perspective, you have committed the crime of murder."

"Isn't this a crime when he kills my descendants? You are still the so-called immortal!" The big horse monkey grinned, regardless of whether Li Yun was an immortal or not, and he cursed.

The big horse monkey Zhang Beikong was dissatisfied.

Li Yun continued.

"Everyone has a position, I will not deny this matter..."

Zhang Beikong was suddenly stunned.

Yes, immortals, naturally, stand on the side of humans.

How could he stand on his side, a monkey? He is not a monkey.

At this time, the big horse monkey Zhang Beikong felt a little depressed.

"Sure enough, humans are like this."

Zhang Beikong has a sense of defeat in the face of being a knife and I am a fish. Now that I have reached this point, I don’t seem to have any other choice except to accept my fate.

He could not beat this Taoist priest, nor could he beat these gun-carrying guys surrounding him.

When Zhang Beikong thought he was dead, Li Yun let go of his shackles.

"I have an idea."

"Um?"

Zhou Xun also had a headache about how to deal with this monster that had killed people, and the reason for the murder was also caused by the reason.

"Although he killed someone, it was a reason for it." Li Yun paused and said, "But because he killed someone, he was unforgivable to live."

"The death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be spared."

Zhou Xun glanced at Zhang Beikong and said, "How can he get killed?"

At this time, a spiritual rhyme flashed in Li Yun's hand, forming a yellow paper talisman.
Chapter completed!
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