Hua Jin did not expect such a thing to happen in this peaceful era. He did not expect that this world was not as harmonious as he had imagined. He had always lived in a peaceful country. It was hard to imagine such a cruel thing.
Now, this tragic scene was playing out in front of him. Perhaps it was because the smell of gasoline on his body was too pungent, but he suddenly felt nauseous.
"Ugh…" He almost vomited and felt extremely uncomfortable. He struggled for a while, but his hands were tightly bound and he could not move.
From the side, a believer walked over with a torch. At the same time, the enthusiasm of the believers in the square grew.
"Long live the Holy Son! Long live the Sacred Temple!"
"Lord Jim will live forever!"
…
It was like the last revel before death. Hua Jin did not know if it was the sorrow of these believers or the sorrow of this world.
