173: Execute heretics!

The Meng Po Soup helping with a Realm Breakthrough was a false pretense, but its ability to poison those who feigned submission was real.

What Song Zhong needed to do was have these people drink the Meng Po Soup first, then filter out a group of prisoners with impure faith; he now needed a force absolutely loyal to him.

The prisoners flocked to it, scrambling to pour the Meng Po Soup into their mouths.

Those without spoons cupped it in their hands and drank it directly.

"Hey, once you're done drinking, hurry up and get out of the way; there's a whole line of people behind you!"

"Don't hog the latrine without relieving yourself."

"Front ones, hurry up!"

To vie for that one sip of Meng Po Soup, these prisoners almost came to blows.

The prisoners who had already consumed the Meng Po Soup indeed felt an abnormality in their bodies.

A warm, tingling sensation traveled directly up their spines to the back of their heads, then spread from the back of their heads throughout their entire bodies.

Their memories flickered like filmstrips, frame by frame, and the unneeded parts were directly cut and discarded by an invisible force.

The prisoners' eyes began to glaze over, and they looked up at the sky, as if there were some beautiful wonderland there.

As time passed, their eyes regained their light.

"Thank you, great Song Zhong! It is you who have given us new life!"

All the prisoners knelt down; at this moment, Song Zhong had become their sole belief.

However, not all prisoners were like this.

Soon, strange sounds came from within the crowd.

"Cough cough! It hurts so much, my stomach..."

A prisoner was seen clutching his stomach, the veins on his forehead looking like wriggling maggots.

The man rolled on the ground in pain, "It hurts so much, ah ah ah..."

Those prisoners who had been transformed by the Meng Po Soup showed no expression on their Faces, but those who had not yet drunk the Meng Po Soup panicked.

"Does anyone know what's going on? Why is someone having a stomach ache?"

"Also, those who drank the Meng Po Soup later don't seem to have had any change in their Realm."

"No, look, someone else has fallen!"

Sure enough, after the first discomfort appeared, more than a dozen prisoners showed the same symptoms.

Someone among the prisoners immediately reacted, "Do you remember Song Zhong said before that those who feigned submission would be poisoned to death after drinking Meng Po Soup?"

"Are you saying that these people were just pretending to submit, and that's why they're poisoned now?"

"It should be like that, right?" The prisoner who spoke actually had no confidence in his words.

"Then it's nothing," some prisoners felt relieved upon hearing this.

But a small portion of the prisoners, however, began to retreat.

The number of prisoners gathered around the iron pot grew smaller and smaller, while the crowd kneeling on the ground grew larger and larger.

And those prisoners who had previously suffered from stomach pain had completely lost their lives.

Song Zhong looked at the dozens of prisoners who had not drunk the Meng Po Soup, his Face filled with compassion.

"What, are you not planning to come over and drink the soup?"

After Song Zhong finished speaking, he extended his right hand in an inviting gesture.

Looking at the polite Song Zhong, these dozens of prisoners with ulterior motives felt only a chill in their hearts.

What to do now?

They couldn't win a fight, and drinking the Meng Po Soup would lead to death.

Under immense pressure, one of the prisoners spoke, "Lord Song Zhong, please have mercy and spare our lives, alright?"

"A way out?" Song Zhong seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke, "Hehehe, I have already risked my life to open a way out for you. What, do you think me bringing you out was unnecessary?"

"No, Lord Song Zhong, we... we just want to live freely."

"Hehehe, freedom?" Song Zhong sneered, "Do you think that by rejecting me, you will gain freedom?"

The prisoner retreated half a step, sweat dripping from his Face.

"Since you don't trust me, then I don't need to show you any mercy."

Song Zhong clapped his hands, "My believers, execute these heretics!"

The prisoners who had been kneeling just a second ago, upon hearing Song Zhong's command, turned their heads to look at the dozens of standing prisoners.

"To actually reject the invitation of a god, you deserve to die!"

"Execute the heretics!"

"Kill them!"

The prisoners who had consumed the Meng Po Soup rushed towards the dozens of prisoners like madmen.

"Holy crap!"

The dozens of prisoners were immediately dumbfounded; facing the encirclement of hundreds of ability users, how could they resist?

"Don't... Lord Song Zhong, we surrender, spare us!"

"Let us go, help!"

"Ah, my arm!"

Song Zhong was expressionless, as if he didn't hear the pleas for mercy from these people.

Those loyal believers launched a brutal slaughter against the dozens of prisoners.

For a time, screams echoed endlessly throughout Hell.

This scene terrified the Fourth Seat, the Sixth Seat, and Xie Yu; what kind of magic did that Meng Po Soup possess, to make such a group of vicious prisoners so obedient?

Song Zhong's methods seemed even more terrifying than Whisper's Soul contract.

Just as the three were lost in thought, Song Zhong appeared beside them at some unknown point.

Xie Yu's Face was pale, his heart pounded, and looking at Song Zhong, his heart was filled with nervousness.

"Song... Lord Song Zhong," Xie Yu stammered.

"Whisper is dead," Song Zhong said.

Xie Yu's pupils constricted, and a flash of lightning went through his mind.

The Fourth Seat and the Sixth Seat reacted similarly to Xie Yu; they hadn't expected Song Zhong's first words to be the news of Whisper's death.

"Um, Lord Song Zhong, we are all subordinates of Lord Whisper, and in this mission to attack the Zhaijie Institute, we were responsible for being your inside agents."

Xie Yu braced himself and selectively disclosed some facts.

"Is that all you have to say?" Song Zhong asked with a smile.

"Haha, Lord Song Zhong, we only know this much; we don't know anything else." Xie Yu wouldn't dare to reveal the truth of the plan even if he were beaten to death now.

"That's truly a pity. Since you don't want to tell me, then I'll tell you: I killed Whisper, hehehehe..."

Xie Yu and the other two believers felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar after hearing Song Zhong's words.

Even though they were currently in Great Scorching Hot Hell, they still felt chills running down their bodies.

Since Song Zhong had already killed Whisper, it meant that their previous plan had been exposed.

"Lord Song Zhong, we were also forced. Can you, for the sake of us also being members of the Ancient God Church, spare our lives? We are willing to serve you," Xie Yu said.

"Is that so? Then let's play a game. I can accept your submission, but there's only 1 spot!"

Song Zhong, like a devil, whispered, "So now, please discuss among yourselves who should get this spot?"