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In the middle of this empty space, a young man was riddled in countless thorns, lying there motionless. His body was covered in spikes, and the blood had already congealed.

Hee's hair was already wet, it was pure sweat, the sweat that oozes after some painful torture... His lips and bags under his eyes were already black, and there was not a trace of clothing to cover his body, but no matter how cold it was, he didn't even dare to shiver, because if he tried to move a little, he would immediately get a new wound.

At this time, four more "people" in black robes who couldn't see their faces slowly walked over, one of them waved his hand slightly, and the vines and plants wrapped around his body were like receiving an order, and the tide receded, and in the process, they still cut the already scabbed wound, and the blood fell to the ground dripping, Xi moaned a few times, and his body was stiff and numb, so he didn't feel much.

The four black-robed men casually wrapped a black cloth on his white and scarred carcass, lifted him up from the ground, and walked away with a stiff stand, his movements were not gentle at all, but there was no luster in Xi's empty eyes, and he let them take him like the walking dead.

I don't know how many smoky spaces he tossed and turned along the way, and eventually, the black-robed people led Hee to an empty lobby and threw him to the ground.

The light was still dim, except for the faint reflection of the black floor like black crystals. It is impossible to visually determine the size of this place, because there are so few references.

In the north of this lobby, more than ten meters directly opposite Xi, there is a huge long table, made of the same material as the black floor, behind which are some ineffable things...

There were about a dozen tall black shadows sitting behind the long table, and these shadows were also not illuminated enough to see any specific faces, and could only outline strange shapes through the shimmering luster behind them.

Some look like beasts, some seem to have several pairs of horns on their heads, some can reach a height of more than seven or eight meters when they sit, and some are just ordinary human shapes...

Xi raised his head and looked at these black shadows of different shapes in front of him in a daze, and barely squeezed out a sneer on his pale face, "Say it quickly... What is the punishment I am going to face ... Or just slaughter me? Taking a few heavy breaths, Hee's voice was as weak as his physical state, "No matter what... Hurry up, I'm getting impatient to wait... ”

After he finished saying this, five or six scarlet whips flashed out of nowhere, and his body sitting on the ground like soft mud was a mess, and the crackling sound of flesh and blood whipping was extremely crisp, resounding throughout the empty space, but Xi seemed to have exhausted even the strength to scream, and rolled on the ground several times, still only letting out a faint moan, his dilapidated body seemed to have lost its due pain.

Then a four-armed shadow slightly to the left lifted one of the hands, signaling the ghostly whips to stop.

The last whip knocked Hee on his side, lying on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of pus and blood.

He struggled to prop up his arms and tried to get up, but it was in vain, he was really exhausted...

After a few moments, the shadows looked left and right, as if they were discussing something, but they never made a sound, as if there was no need for verbal communication.

Hee didn't hear anyone talking, but a clear message appeared in his mind, the content of this message was concise and clear, and the translation into human language was... "Demon God Tower"

"Huh... Oops... Tsk tsk," Xi shook his head and let out a few contemptuous exclamations, "Whatever... What do I have to fear now? ”

The black shadow in the middle should be wearing a wide robe, which doesn't look special compared to other "kinds", stretching out his hand and making a slight move, the four black-robed people before came over again, and one of them grabbed one of Xi's limbs and carried him out into the distance.

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The Demon God Tower, this building is a special existence in the half-soul world, used to punish those who violate the rules, it is like a prison for ordinary "staff", but more like a "testing ground" for guides.

There were a few black clouds scattered sparsely in the brass-colored sky, there was no sun or moon, and the ground was large but deserted.

A tall black building stood, soaring straight into the sky, surrounded by countless shadows circling through.

Hee had already changed into a new outfit at this time, with a black shirt, trousers and leather boots, and a purple trench coat draped outside, letting the chaotic wind blow on his body, lifting his flowing bangs.

The original injuries had all recovered, not even a single scar remained, but his eyes had become colder.

He has always been a follower of the rules and has not done anything too out of line, but this time it is really a violation of taboos, which is equivalent to insiders using their authority to "cheat".

In fact, Hee knew very well what he would suffer if he did that, but he still carried it out in one go.

It's not exactly for Ren Xiyu, it's more just that he wants to resist once, no matter how miserable the end is, he also wants to rebel against the world and "those guys" once! This is the first time that it has been released after years of grievances and patience.

Although he had suffered a lot, Hee still had a hint of pride in his heart, and even though he was in purgatory and couldn't move, he was still enjoying the pleasure of going against the will of the half-soul world, and this feeling was so wonderful that he never regretted doing that.

The only thing left is to bear the consequences, and the "Demon God Tower" in front of you is the real punishment, which is two feelings from the previous suffering.

The guide who is sentenced to the trial of the Demon God Tower must enter it and complete seven difficult tasks, once one of them fails... The so-called "erasure" is not just as simple as taking life, it is the highest state of "over".

There can be no more souls, no more consciousness ... Nothing will be left, a complete end! And the process must not be neat, but little by little deprives every vital life, both physically and mentally, until all the unimaginable pain has been experienced, it will not end, and then it will really be... "Soul flying" plus "scattered". (To be continued.) )