Most of this kind of promise of "I will let her go when you die" is mostly invalid, how can Zunshang not know this.

He looked at the person in front of him, his eyes full of distrust.

Yan Bupo smiled: "You can't believe it or not, if you don't cooperate, I have a way to force you to cooperate." ”

There was a bewitching red in his long narrow eyes, and the smile on his face was full: "I just want to be gentle with Brother Zeshi." ”

Zunshang put his gaze back on the iPad in his hand.

On the screen, she seemed to run out of strength, and finally lowered her head.

Zun Shang reached out with his hand, his fingers trembling and caressing the person on the screen.

He always thought he was a smart person, but after meeting her, he realized his stupidity all the time.

Finally, he finally nodded: "Okay." ”

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For so long, Yan Bupo has always wanted to resurrect Zhiyan.

Zhiyan's soul was scattered, broken into pieces, and he found them piece by piece.

It wasn't until this last piece that he couldn't get it anyway that Yan Bupo came up with another way.

If he really can't get it, he might as well replace all the other fragments into his soul.

Cut off all the other parts of this soul called Zun Shang, and slowly, replace them with Zhiyan's soul.

Yan Bupo was ruthless back then, and it was not that he had never done this kind of thing.

And even if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter, he can just get his Zeshi brother's soul back.

He placed the merchant on the altar and cut his palm with a white dagger in his hand.

The moment the white dagger was cut, the sharp pain made Zun Shang's whole person roar, and the illusory pure white soul was half shelled out of his flesh.

Taking advantage of this half of the time, Yan Bupo quickly cut off a small piece of the soul of the little finger from his time finger.

The souls of mortals who had been cut off from their bodies were far less powerful than those of monks, and they disappeared into thin air almost instantly, never to be found again.

The little finger that had lost its soul instantly turned black, as if it had been burned by fire.

Then, a piece of soul belonging to Zhiyan's little finger was stuffed into the missing place.

Suddenly, the original blackened little finger of the Venerable Shang returned to its original state.

When the Venerable Shang came back to his senses, he unconsciously raised his hand.

The pain of the soul being cut was still there, and what made him even more concerned was that the little finger that was stiffened by Li Daitao had become different from his original one.

The Honorable Merchant had a bronze complexion, and the little finger was noticeably different from his.

Fairer and weaker.

Seeing that this method was feasible, Yan Bupo finally showed a real smile on his face.

He looked at the little finger that obviously belonged to Zhiyan, and muttered, "Zeshi, I've been waiting for you for too long. ”

Zunshang was covered in sweat.

He was not a monk and could not see his own soul, but he could sense the splitting of his little finger.

If it is like this, his soul is cut off little by little and replaced with other people's fragments, then is the last person to live in this world the son of Zeshi, or is he a businessman?

Yan Bupo cleaned up everything around him and was happy: "Tomorrow we will change to something else, you have a good rest today." ”

The soul is very fragile and cannot withstand such continuous replacement.

Hearing this, Venerable Shang did not answer, but staggered down from the altar by himself, and then took the iPad.

She was still like that, her head bowed, her limbs pinned by long black spikes.