Zhao Xijia is a cold-hearted person, he doesn't care about anyone except Duanmu Qi'an, including his father and mother. And now, the only person he cares about is to wear his lutebone with his own hands and pick at his hamstrings.

"Duanmu Qi'an!" Zhao Xijia gritted his teeth and said,

"You have to think about whether you will regret it one day!" Hearing this, Duanmu Qi'an paused, he exuded a terrifying aura for the first time, and only said faintly: "I will never regret it." After speaking, he suddenly tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and his aura instantly became very evil, and said, "Pipa bones, picking hamstrings, it doesn't seem to hurt so much." He looked at Zhao Xijia with the sharpest gaze, "Why don't you use the ten thousand ghosts you brought from the abyss of sin?" I tell you, they have been domesticated, but at my cost, my blood is about to be drained. Now, compensate me with your pain. After saying that, he ordered all innocent people to avoid it, and summoned an ugly-looking evil ghost.

At this time, they all wore special rings, so that the common people could see them. With an order, the ghost that Zhao Xijia spent three years cultivating became a sharp weapon to torture him.

Ten thousand demons surrounded him, and gnawed at his flesh, his bones, and his heart. He resisted stubbornly and didn't say a word, but his heart fell to the bottom and let the beasts at the bottom snatch it away.

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