Chapter 114, lose a soul, return an arm

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The pain was indescribable, as if someone had torn a piece of flesh from him with their hands!

Without any sharp weapon assistance, just use a pair of fleshy palms to grab a piece of meat, tear it hard, and tear him off with brute force!

This kind of pain, even Kumen is a little unbearable, his mouth keeps making a few muffled snorts, beads of sweat the size of beans appear on his forehead, and his body keeps shaking and curling up.

It took a few seconds for everything to subside.

But Kumen fell into an illusion, which was both true and false......

In the wilderness.

In the Yang clan, a ragged young man was asking his mother, who was also yellow and thin, with an ignorant face: "Mom, I haven't seen Xiaohu for several days, and others say he's dead, what is dead?"

Xiaohu was a playmate of the same age as him, but he hadn't seen him for several days.

I only remember that a month ago, Xiaohu's father went out hunting with the hunting team of the same clan and never came back.

Since then, the already thin and short little tiger has become thinner and thinner, and the last time he saw him, he was already like a skeleton, and then he never appeared again.

He tried to look for him at home, but he saw Xiaohu and his mother, who were carried out of the territory by the family members in a deep sleep, and have not been heard from since.

He asked others, and they only said that they were starving.

"Silly boy, Xiaohu and his mother went to find their father. ”

The yellow-skinned mother smiled lovingly and stroked the child's head.

The child also smiled happily, as if he was also wishing Xiaohu to find his father, but then he felt sad again, because he had a premonition in his heart that he might never see Xiaohu again.

......

Later.

Although the child did not have enough to eat all day and was in a state of hunger almost every day, he survived.

Someday.

Suddenly there was a lot of excitement in the territory, and everyone shouted, jumped, and ran to a certain place in the territory.

The child followed.

I saw a clearing in the territory, crowded with people, surrounded by a group, and in the center, there was a stack of firewood, a man was tied to a wooden stake, his tongue was pulled out raw, blood flowed, and he couldn't make a sound in his mouth, but looking at his eyes, the child saw despair and unwillingness, and even a trace of ridicule.

Listen to the cacophony of words around you.

The child knows that this is a blasphemer.

Disrespectful to the gods, and wanting to leave here with his family.

As a result, he was reported by his family and tied to a stake.

Listening to the cursing around him, it seems that his family is the most scolding, cursing him for not dying well.

The child does not understand why people would rather kill their relatives because of an irrelevant and high God, or even tie it to a stake with their own hands, and he does not understand why so many people gradually disappear from his life when God is so great.

And most importantly, why did he believe in God?

The stack of wood was set on fire.

The grease splattered, the flames burned, and the man turned into a piece of charcoal in the screams, but finally failed to turn to ashes.

But his eyes can still be remembered by the child, it was extremely resentful, as if all the grievances in the nine shadows were gathered, and it was difficult to extinguish even the water of thousands of waves.

That same evening.

Suddenly there was a green light in the child's body, his body became stronger, his will became mature, and overnight, he seemed to understand everything.

He knew that Xiaohu was not looking for his father, he was really dead, and his soul disappeared in the heavens and the earth, and there was no trace of proof of his existence.

Meantime.

He didn't believe in God anymore.

......

The child's physical qualifications were soon discovered, and at the age of ten, he had a share of the food offerings of the clan.

Although I still can't eat enough, I won't starve to death.

And on an ordinary day.

Father returned from hunting.

But his face was pale, he broke a leg, he was unable to move, his strength was greatly reduced, and he could no longer support this family, to put it bluntly, he could only get one-third of the previous rations from the clan.

The child stepped forward.

Hunting on behalf of his father, he was near death several times, but he survived with the green light.

As his strength grew, he was able to get more and more food in his clan, so much so that his family would not have to starve to death.

And then later.

When the child was 16 years old with just over a month left, his mother gave birth to a little brother.

And then.

A month later.

They were all dead.

Followed by.

The child, who was originally gentle, resolute and sunny, also died.

Cold, ruthless, decisive in killing, resolute and resolute, and at the same time dehumanized, cold and not like a teenager

......

This is the last thing Kumen wants to recall.

Whenever I think of this, the murderous aura in my body will overflow uncontrollably, and I feel extremely sad at the same time.

But the illusion at this time is so perfect that his life has evolved almost perfectly.

But inexplicably.

Kumen felt that in the dark, a certain part of his body quietly dissipated.

He understood what it was.

There are ten souls in human beings, which are three souls and seven souls.

The three souls are fetal light, cool spirit, and ghost.

The seven spirits are the corpse dog, the arrow, the bird, the thief, the non-poisonous, the filthy, and the stinky lung.

Three souls and seven spirits, and the master's seven emotions and six desires.

And Shicai, while sacrificing that wipe, also brought a spirit and sacrificed it together, but I don't know what this spirit controls among the seven emotions and six desires of the bitter door.

That's not what he could feel at this time.

Through his inner vision, he could naturally see that in the Heavenly Spirit Cave, the soul was much more illusory at this time than before, as if even the size had shrunk slightly.

Rumble!

Suddenly, behind the bitter gate, a hole quietly opened, but it was something that had not been spewed out for a long time, and he naturally knew that the biggest difference between the sacrificial technique and the small sacrificial technique was here.

The technique of small sacrifice is what is sacrificed, and what is fed back is not controlled by the suffering gate, and what is fed back by the origin is what is accepted.

The art of sacrifice has become a mode of control.

Just like some countries, at some specific times, they will pay tribute to the heavens, offer treasures and the like, in order to seek prosperity for the country.

There is also a saying among the people that when you are sick, you don't go to the doctor, but make sacrifices to cure the stubborn disease.

Even in many folk novels, there are records of all kinds of evil sacrifices, seeking money, sex, other people's lives, and so on.

Of course, all of the above can be done.

Thinking like this, the hands of the bitter door did not stop, and there were dazzling handprints like butterflies flying, and there were words in his mouth: "O will of the origin, with the intention of obscenity and evil, and my soul, exchange my left arm for regeneration!"

All of a sudden.

From the hollow in the back.

Suddenly, countless brilliant horses were born, and they rushed straight into the body of the bitter gate, and the first thing to bear the brunt of it was the soul in the Heavenly Spirit Cave, and above its illusory body, the left arm was slowly formed.

And in reality.

Kumen's originally empty left arm suddenly gave birth to countless flesh buds, growing rapidly, and soon they were connected together, and it was actually recreated and re-grown a left arm!

And Kumen can feel it, as if this left arm even contains another powerful and incomparable power!