The smile of the Sorrowful Butterfly became brighter and brighter, and she untied the feather weave, revealing the inside of the feather weave.

I saw that there were a lot of small ropes inside, and all kinds of bottles and cans were hung, arranged in clear grades according to the rich color.

"Research the poison that makes the ghost feel painful, not only to make up for my lack of strength, but also for this moment."

"I've been preparing for this moment for a long time."

"You can't imagine how obsessed I am with making poisons, or how painful these gadgets can be."

Saying this, Butterfly Shinobu did not stop, she chose a bottle of black gourd and a green vial.

Both bottles of medicine are then poured out and mixed on top of the wheel knife.

Now the wheel knife of the butterfly ninja, the translucent knife flashes with a faint green light and purple, just looking at it, I feel a surge in my stomach when I am flowing, and a nausea feeling follows.

He took a few steps back.

As a pillar, Butterfly Ninja's strength actually fluctuates greatly, because many of her strengths are based on poison, and the wisteria flower poison prepared against ghosts.

If the poison is effective, then in some respects her damage is greater than that of Sorrow Mingyu Xingying, but if it is useless, Butterfly Shinobi is undoubtedly the weakest one in the column.

But now it seems that the effect must be very good, and the river has overcome the light, but its body still subconsciously reacts to the wisteria flower poison of the butterfly ninja.

At this moment, Butterfly Shinobu did not hesitate, and the tip of the wheel knife was like a poisonous bee's tail needle, which was fiercely nailed into Tong Mo's throat.

"Hmm..."

The purple-green color on the wheel knife slowly disappeared, and in its place, Tong Mo's pale face became gray in the blink of an eye.

His veins visibly began to swell and blacken, and it seemed as if there were still living creatures swimming in them, from his throat to everywhere.

Butterfly put away the knife and quietly looked at Tong Mo.

His wounds hadn't healed, and the blood that was coming out had become strange, like a thick black asphalt, stagnant, lifeless.

Tong Mo tried to stimulate the recovery ability, but to no avail, the asphalt-like blood squirmed slightly, still oozing silently.

He could feel that his body seemed to have been drilled into countless snakes, insects, rats and ants, and even the sound of insects and ants crawling appeared in his ears, which was terrifying.

At the same time, there were bursts of sour and tingling that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and Tong Mo couldn't help but scratch himself with his remaining strength.

But this painful feeling like a burst from the depths of the cell became worse and worse, and Tong Mo's strength gradually increased, and the sharp nails pierced the skin, scratching the skin, and then revealing red blood vessels and white tendons。。。。。

() () His face gradually turned hideous, and all the places that could be touched by his palms were scratched into rots by himself, and it hurt very much, but this pain was under the feeling. Those hateful bugs are still active, bringing waves of pain to Tong Mo.

However, Tong Mo's face was distorted and an ugly smile was revealed, but this distorted and ugly smile was much more pleasing to the eye than Tong Mo's disgusting innocent smile.

"Whew, that's it?"

"What soreness, numbness, pain and itching are just a boring physiological reaction of the human body."

"If I can't even stand these things, how can I become a ghost of the winding."

"Come, is there anything else? Let me try again, don't say it, there is still pleasure after adaptation. ”

Tong Mo is this guy, there is no feeling, there is no fear, just the pain of the body, he can really endure it.

There was no recklessness in these words, so Sorrow Mingyu Xingming spoke, he folded his hands together, and sighed: "Butterfly Shinobi, put an end to his sins, your methods don't seem to work." ”

Butterfly Shinobi looked Tong Mo up and down, and then showed a thoughtful look, she signaled to Sorrow Mingyu Xingming to wait a while, and it would be solved soon.

Then, Butterfly Shinobu stretched out his hand and pointed at Tong Mo's heart and said, "I have a question, can you answer it truthfully?" ”

Under Tong Mo's unruly appearance, Butterfly Shinobu vaguely sensed his heart.

Tong Mo endured the pain of torture and grinned: "Of course you can, I'm happy to answer for you, after all, my sister and I are old friends." ”

His tone was as casual as if he were talking to a friend.

At this time, Tong Mo still wanted to be a thrilling butterfly ninja to die, and his smile was full of bad taste.

Butterfly forbears a slight pause, and then says word by word: "I want to know what the value of your life is, that is, your life creed." ”

"Although I don't want to admit it, I know that even a ghost should have its own goals, the purpose and reason for living, what about you, what is your reason?"

Tong Mo was stunned, as if he didn't expect that Butterfly Ninja's problem was this.

Afterwards, Tong Mo was still smiling.

This picture is weird, two people who have been smiling, one with a big hole in his mouth and inlaid with a meteor hammer, is still clutching the blood that has been eroded, and the other has eyes like a cold ice sword, but the corners of his mouth are as gentle as water.

"It's very simple, this world is too bitter and sinister, and I want people to have eternal life."

"This is the value of my life, devouring human beings, so that they may live with me in my body!"

"Well, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Tong Mo was born known as the Son of God, and has a large church, the Cult of Elysium, of which he is the leader, and the doctrine says that death is liberation, and death is eternal life.

() For his answer, Butterfly sneered, and without leaving any doubts, he debunked Tong Mo.

"I mean, your ability to talk nonsense is really not small."

"You don't have any goals at all, I can already see that you are a guy who has no feelings."

"Maybe no one has said that the smile on your face is disgusting, at this time, don't pretend."

"The human sense, the joy, the pleasure, the happiness...... Or sadness, pain, despair, fear...... You can't feel any of these things. ”

"Wonder what the hell is? It's a pity that you never feel it. ”

"You say to yourself, what is the value of your life? It doesn't feel anything, it's like a stone on the side of the road, it's dead at best. ”

"This world has no color for you, it's just gray."

"Well, am I right?"

Butterfly's words are heart-wrenching.

Tong Mo's smiling face disappeared for the first time.

In an instant, he became faceless, his face as calm as a sculpture, and like a wordless miscellaneous stone on the side of the road.

Those words, there is nothing wrong.

Now that he has been seen through, Tong Mo is no longer pretending, and all of this, including killing, smiling, and provocative...... And so on, in his eyes, they are all boring and boring, without any value.

All the previous reactions were just pretending to be fake, pretending that he had a feeling.

Butterfly Shinobi's actions did not anger Tong Mo, because he didn't know what anger was, and being faceless was the essence of Tong Mo.

The joys, sorrows, and sorrows of human beings do not belong to Tong Mo, who was born with flaws.

"Haha, that's true."

"How pathetic, go to hell."

After saying that, Butterfly Shinobu nodded with a satisfied smile, this kind of pathetic guy is no longer worth her continued use of poison.

The pine tree trembled with a wave of his palm, and then the chain was tightened and retracted, pulling Tong Mo forward.

"Click!"

In the other section of the chain, the axe exploded like a thunderbolt on the ground, and after Tong Mo was pulled closer, he did not hesitate to cut off Tong Mo's head.

With a pop, Tong Mo's headless body fell to the ground, and his head was directly crushed by the meteor hammer recovered by Sorrow Mingyu Xingming, red and white.

Its palms twitched weakly a few times before they began to dissipate into large expanses of black-red ash.

Then, the black-red ash seemed to be under some kind of suction and floated in a certain direction.

The swallows returned to the forest, and all of them poured into the body of the river.