"Young man, do you need strength?"

The remnant soul left in the photograph by the King of Anger resembles the white-bearded old man hiding in a ring or jade pendant in a fantasy novel. Ask me in a firm tone, and if I answer him, he will definitely help me.

But I don't want to ask for his help.

I was still floating in the air, resisting the consciousness that wanted me to kill myself, and forcibly communicated with the remnant soul of the Evil King: "You should have stayed here on purpose."

"Yes!"

It may be that Pikachu's pajamas made the King of Anger change his sex, he smiled and said in a gentle tone: "I told Sanliang before I died, if I see a person who looks like me one day, that person will be my reincarnation."

"When the ghost remnant wants to occupy his body, give him this picture containing my remnant soul, and he will naturally do what he should do."

I didn't understand what he meant: "But now that you've appeared, I still don't know how, and besides, are you really dead?!" Gou Changzai has been killed by me, won't you hate me? You and I just look the same. ”

"What do you hate?"

The deacon made a thoughtful gesture and paced back and forth in the air: "Who said I wasn't dead? I'm dead! Don't be foolish! ”

"Now all you have to do is accept my power."

"Then kill this ghostly remnant and get out of here."

"Without my strength, you can't do without here, but you'll die~ If you die, you'll be a hundred!"

Why is he so cheap when he speaks?

Shouldn't you tell me to directly control me, make me accept your power, and then sacrifice me like a furnace or something?

I held my head in my hands and screamed out the words in my heart: "Your uncle! What do I want your strength for?! What if you want to occupy my body too? ”

"No......"

The King of Anger must have shook his head: "I have no interest in your body."

The king floated up to me and poked his finger on my forehead, causing me to forget for a short time the thought of self-destruction, but I heard him say, "You are still too weak, and without me you would have died."

"Kill your uncle!"

The means of royal power were not something I could have imagined, and I instinctively disliked this handsome man: "You...... Surely you are not at ease...... Gou Chang is such a loyal person, and he actually let you be deceived! You're not dead at all! You're just cheating to death! You deceived everyone who really cares about you! ”

"I'm not dead, how can I have you?"

The king of deacons bent down and pressed his forehead against my forehead, as if the bright eyes of the stars and the sea met me calmly: "Now let me help you...... Help you gain more power and regain the dignity of the king. ”

"Get out!"

I found that I couldn't even move my fingers, and I could only watch as he tried to transfer the soul body and the Dao cultivation in the soul body to me.

However, at this very moment!

A man flew out of the hole through the prison.

This man was obviously covered in black, but he left a pink shawl dyed with inferior hair dye, and his lips were painted a dark yellow like eating a dead waste cub, and he had a death eyebrows and a beard.

The physique is as fat as a mountain of meat.

Two fingers were missing from his right hand, and his left arm was wrapped entirely in drywall.

He is two meters tall and his legs are no more than one meter long, and he doesn't know if the little pair of shriveled calves can support his body weight.

Breastless breasts, black curved chest hair can be seen.

Two flowers from the other side are sandwiched between his ears, reflecting his "charm".

The closer he got to me, the more I could smell the pungent scent of an inferior cheap perfume. He snorted and gasped, as if he had to lose two taels of meat with every step he flew, and he gasped until he brought out a breath of bad breath that seemed to have eaten garlic with leeks and some stinky tofu. The smell is very high, and it makes people confused.

His image is directly proportional to the image of the king of deacon.

A dashing and cute.

A fierce and ugly.

He first bowed deeply to the remnant soul of the Stubborn King, and then said to me, "His Royal Highness, the Stubborn King! In order not to let me occupy your body, have you used all your hind hands? What an honor! ”

Honor you second uncle!

Are you blind and can't see that this remnant soul is different from me?!

One in the sky, one in the ground.

There are two temperaments at all, there is wood?!

"I ......"

The remnant soul of the Elder Hatred King submerged into my forehead, and I realized that the third consciousness and my main consciousness merged into one to jointly defeat the remnant soul of the ghost.

The big black fat man didn't seem to see my operation, and applauded me with both hands: "This kind of hateful king is interesting...... If you are killed by me, it is the real perfect ending! I'll wait for you to regain your strength and fight me! It will be my honor to kill you then! ”

Kill me!?

Why are you always thinking about killing me!?

I just want to live! I'm messing with someone!

I just look like the King of Hatred, what else does it have to do with it?!

Is it because of him that every single one of you throws awe-inspiring glances at me?!

But I'm not him!

Why can't I make you scared?!

Could it be that I, Zhao Qingyi, don't deserve a name?!

If you are allowed to regard it as a faith, you will be enshrined in the ancestral hall as an ancestor. One is like a dog's tail grass on the side of the road, allowing you to trample on the dignity that should exist.

Why does everything want me to die without a place to bury?!

Why does everything want to use me for their benefit?!

Gou Chang's painful appearance before his death appeared in front of my eyes.

I saw him begging me to pop his heart.

I remembered the collapse of his faith and the relief he felt before he died.

I feel like I'm sorry for him...... I'm sorry for him inexplicably.

Maybe if he doesn't die, I will become a confidant with him who talks about everything.

When these thoughts flooded into my head, I broke down and cried, "I'm not a deacon!" I'm not him! Don't push me anymore! Do you really want me to die to show you?! Yes!? ”

"You're not, who else can be?"

The fat black man stood by and waited, waiting for the power of the King of Hatred to melt into my body perfectly.

"Me! No! Be! ”

I was in excruciating pain, and a third voice appeared in my head.

The voice was telling me, "Come and embrace me bravely, after hugging me, you will have infinite strength, and no one will be able to stop you in this yang world!" You can do a lot with this power. Such as pickling girls, such as making money, such as those things you once thought about but couldn't do! ”

"Don't listen to him! Then you're a puppet! ”

The second voice argued with reason: "Trust me! Only when your soul dies will you be truly liberated! Die, welcome death! It's all going to end! Someone will replace the sloppy and arrogant you to accomplish those things that you dare not do in your heart! ”

"No...... I don't want to die......"

I am more inclined to the power of the king than to die: "Why should I die? Is it because I'm a salted fish? Why should I have power?! Aren't you left enough of your follow-up hands?! ”

"Don't think so much, with me, you have everything."

"Don't think so much, have me and you'll lose all your pain."

"Come on, let me help you stand on the pinnacle of the yang world!"

"Come on! Let me help you get rid of all your obsessions! ”

"Young man, I know you need strength!"

"King of Hatred, I know you are afraid of seven emotions and six desires!"

……

"No...... I don't choose anyone, I'm myself......"

I don't feel the pain in my head anymore, but I feel that I am now supported by a "fairy energy" and do not faint. In front of me are You Chen and King Zhi, they stretched out their right hands, and I must choose one of them.

"Come on."

"Come on."

The two of them kept pushing me.

I raised my right hand in a daze, stared at the little finger of my right hand in a daze, and made up my mind at this moment.

The soul poison middle finger is on the little finger of my right hand, so if I cut off the little finger, can I expel this bullshit ghost remnant soul from the body?!

Right...... That's it......

I can't die...... There are still people waiting for me to come home!

"How can I allow others to interfere with the path I am going to take?"

I slowly stood up, pulled out the magic sword behind my back with my left hand, and aimed at the little finger infected by soul poison: "I have experienced all the pain that should have been experienced, and I have already died of damn life!" Everything that is in my way from living now! Give me death! How can I make you face in front of me?! ”

The right hand of the Ghost King's glove was recalled by my mind.

"Occupy my body? Let's go in the next life! ”

I timidly closed my eyes and raised my sword, which fell high to aim at my little finger.

"Click......"

The sword was extremely lethal, easily breaking through the defenses of my wrist equipment and separating my little finger from the palm of my hand.

The little finger is blown off.

Blood is like a column.

The two voices in my head disappeared in an instant.

I didn't feel pain, but I only felt so wonderful that I was very happy and excited, and I turned my head to the black fat man, and grinned selflessly and maniacally: "Hahaha...... You're going to remember me now and in the future! Lao Tzu is not some kind of bullshit obsessive king! Lao Tzu is called Zhao! Green! Yi! ”