"Pfft" The sound of the sharp knife being inserted into the human body was clearly audible.
The Dharma King lowered his head and stared blankly at the tip of the knife protruding from his chest.
"Do you want to die?"
The Dharma King lowered his voice and sounded cold, as if he was still the one in control.
"Pfft" The same sound sounded again, and I watched the tip of the knife being pulled back, and then emerged from the Dharma King's chest again.
"snort" The Dharma King snorted, a stream of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, and at the same time crushed the two beads on his wrist.
Lao Si's tall body hunched over due to pain, his teeth kept colliding with each other, making a crisp sound, but his hand remained steady, and the knife entered and exited the Fawang's chest firmly again.
I opened my mouth wide, what the hell is going on?
Haven’t Lao Si and Zhao Peng already converted to this primitive Bon religion?
"ah" This time.
The Dharma King finally couldn't bear it any longer and roared.
His body rushed forward and broke away from the knife, and a stream of blood shot out from his chest.
The fourth child also seemed to have exhausted all his energy.
Pu Tong knelt on the ground, a satisfied smile on his scarred face.
"How is that possible?"
The Dharma King stood up straight with difficulty, blood still pouring out of his chest.
There was still a hint of disbelief in his eyes as he looked at Lao Si and Zhao Peng.
Zhao Peng still had a cold expression on his face as he faced the Dharma King's gaze.
She moved forward with difficulty, and cracks appeared on the skin on her face, revealing the bright red flesh underneath.
"Burn your soul?
I've experienced things that are ten thousand times more painful than this.
What does this mean?"
Zhao Peng was obviously enduring great pain, but he still walked towards the fourth child firmly.
The fourth man knelt straight on the ground, his hands hanging down naturally, and the knife had fallen to the ground.
There was no pain on his scarred face, only a look of relief.
A figure with a touch of phosphorus fire also emerged from his body, his soul burning.
"What's on the knife?"
The Dharma King's voice suddenly became gloomy, and he looked down at the blood that had turned black.
"Not just the knife, the blood of those women was also spiked with ingredients.
I didn't expect that the corpse poison we had stored for nearly a hundred years would be used on you."
The fourth child's soul was burning in the phosphorus fire.
He seemed to be unable to feel it.
Pain, just said in a light tone.
Dachun and I looked at each other.
It turned out that the blood of the five women in the basement was used to heal the Fawang, but he would not have thought that there were ingredients added to it.
It seemed that Lao Si and Zhao Peng had long planned to counterattack.
Water.
I couldn't help but admire the two of them.
They had been pretending to be so similar for the past two days, and there was no trace of them at all.
"You think you can kill me like this?"
Dharma King gritted his teeth, with a strange look on his face, and said, "God will not let you go."
"Before that, you were already dead."
Lao Si's tone was light and indescribably calm.
"Ahem!"
The Dharma King coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
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On the other side, Zhao Peng fell into a strange state.
She looked at the fourth child blankly.
"I was a little singer back then and you were performing on the street.
I know you liked me."
Zhao Peng's steps began to stagger, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes, as if he was stuck in some kind of memory.
"Later, I was hired as a surrogate by a wealthy businessman, but you still performed on the street, appearing on time outside my favorite theater every day, just to take a look at me."
"I was pregnant.
The wealthy businessman's wife came to my door and the fire started.
It was you who took me out of the fire."
"Dead man's blood, living man's soul, you tried every means to save me, but also sold yourself into the door."
"You said it didn't matter that you were covered in scars.
You stayed with me.
Every day, you carved a knife on your face, saying that since you couldn't relieve my pain, you would stay with me in pain."
"You said.
You have a way to make me beautiful again.
You peeled off pieces of human skin for me."
"You said, you have borne all my pain and all my sins on my behalf.
Now I just ask you not to die."
Big drops of blood and tears fell from Zhao Peng's eyes, and her voice became more and more sad.
The soul of the fourth child turned his head and looked at Zhao Peng who was walking towards him.
He was smiling in the orange flames.
I watched all this in silence.
I don't know how to describe my mood.
Zhao Peng has always shown himself to be crazy, crazy and coquettish.
I have never seen Zhao Peng like this.
The fourth child is silent.
He is always by Zhao Peng's side.
He has no complaints and bears all the pain silently.
I didn't expect that there was such a story between them.
Perhaps, from the very beginning, Zhao Peng had never looked at the fourth child.
After decades of accompanying him, she was just venting her hatred.
This time, the fourth child had no way to accompany her.
Not just this burning soul, but also the ghost of the fourth child.
You can also see pitch-black insects eating away at Lao Si's soul.
Even if he doesn't betray the Dharma King, I'm afraid he won't survive for a few days.
Mr.
An was right, he turned the fourth child into a Gu slave.
As a Gu slave, once his soul is eaten up by the Gu insects, there will be no fourth son in the world, only a puppet Gu slave.
I am afraid this is also the reason why the fourth son fought back desperately.
Zhao Peng's condition is also not good.
The layer of skin on her body had completely burst and fallen off, revealing her original face.
That face can no longer be called a face.
It is full of reddish-brown muscles and there are traces of cuts on it.
As you can imagine.
What she looked like when she was rescued from the fire.
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If you want to restore the burned muscles to normal, you can only cut them open with one knife.
The pain is simply unbearable for ordinary people.
The fourth child has been with her all the time.
The scars on his face have proved everything.
One knife cut on Zhao Peng's face, and another knife cut on his face.
He must feel the same way.
I can't believe it.
Some kind of strength supported him and allowed him to endure it.
"Don't die" Zhao Peng finally walked to the burning soul of Lao Si.
He stretched out his hands in a vain attempt to catch the fourth child.
"I want you to watch his soul burn up, and I want you to live in pain all your life."
The Dharma King raised his head and said through gritted teeth, clasping his hands together hard.
Or make a seal.
"Fuck you" Dachun rushed forward silently, and slashed the Fawang's neck with the iron sword, making a muffled sound.
The Dharma King's neck tilted to the side, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground with the force.
"You, you will all die.
The gods will bring disasters."
The Dharma King was not dead yet, and there was a strange look on his face.
"Damn it, damn you" Dachun raised his sword and chopped into pieces.
He didn't take a breath until he cut off the neck, and his body was already splattered with blood.
His Holiness’ head rolled to the side.
His eyes were wide open, and there was a mocking smile on his lips.
"Damn it, what bothers you the most is you, the god damn god.
Why doesn't the god come to save you?"
Dachun spat again.
Then he put away his sword and aimed his gaze at Zhao Peng and Lao Si again, a complex look flashed in his eyes.
The fourth child's soul was still burning, but it showed its original appearance without those scars.
His expression looked much more peaceful, perhaps because he was used to pain.
He always smiled in the phosphorus fire.
The Yin Gu insects attached to his body also burned with the phosphorus fire, turned into air, and disappeared.
Zhao Peng knelt on the ground, wailing silently.
She stretched out her hands to grab the fourth child, a look of determination flashed across her face, as if she had made some kind of decision.
The next moment.
She raised her head, with a gentle look on her face, and took off the black monk's robe, revealing her body covered with scars underneath.
Starting from the neck, she peeled off her skin bit by bit, making a harsh friction sound, which made people feel an indescribable feeling.
The three of us stood there blankly, not expecting this outcome.
"what to do" I pointed at the two men, not knowing what to do at all, to be honest.
Based on what the two of them did, even if they were killed and injured ten thousand times, it would not be enough to atone for their crimes, but I was not willing to let them be left alive like this.
Dachun nodded and shook his head, as did Sister Shiliu.
Zhao Peng was still continuing, she was tearing off the skin from her body inch by inch.
"I have an idea" After a long silence, Dachun raised his head and said
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