Instantly, Hua Jin was drenched by a rain of gasoline! The gasoline flowed down him and instantly seeped into his wounds. The actor gasped in pain and gritted his teeth.
He lowered his head and realized his current situation. He was tied to a cross, and at his feet was a pile of firewood. At the side, a believer held a torch in his hand. The tongue of flame danced strangely in the evening breeze, like a fatal flower.
The actor's blood ran cold. Could it be that they were going to burn him alive?!
In the square, hundreds and thousands of believers knelt down piously.
"Holy Son, please grant the Sect Master eternal life. Please grant us eternal life!"
"Long live the Holy Son of God!"
For some reason, a group of people were kneeling and kowtowing to Hua Jin. He saw that their faces were either filled with joy or tears. Some women were carrying their babies and kissing their husbands reluctantly.
