In the frightened gaze of the god of joy, the scalpel cut through his skin little by little.

He could even feel the chill of the scalpel moving inch by inch in his muscles.

"You can't kill me!"

"Immortals..."

"Immortals can never be killed by mortals."

"My soul..."

"The soul is indestructible!"

"Sooner or later, I'll be... Find a new body, revive it, and seek revenge on you with your own hands. ”

Xishen roared in a low voice, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Su Yang didn't seem to hear it, and he was engrossed in operating the scalpel.

"Why is your immortal seed withered?"

After a long time, Su Yang raised his head, looked at Xishen coldly, and asked lightly, his tone full of doubts.

Xishen was stunned for a moment and kept silent.

Su Yang had no intention of continuing to ask, and the scalpel kept cutting.

The pain of piercing the heart constantly stimulates the nerves of Xishen.

"I..."

"I just sacrificed my blood and qi..."

"So the immortal seed... The fairy seed is withered... withered..."

Finally, Kigami couldn't bear the pain and fear of his body's constant separation, and his muscles burst out and he roared in a low voice.

"Why are you..."

"Sacrifice my immortal seed..."

Su Yang asked calmly again, and the purest negative emotions in the world attached to the scalpel and cut into Xishen's muscles again.

All sorts of emotions swept in.

Xishen's body was trembling violently, and his breath was short.

"I..."

Xishen breathed heavily, and reluctantly spoke, wanting to say something more.

But Su Yang seemed to have completely lost the interest in chatting with him, and went down with another knife to shut up Xishen.

"Have you ever experienced the tools you developed?"

Looking at the hooks on the wall, the clay pot, Su Yang suddenly asked.

Xishen's body stiffened, and he subconsciously shook his head.

"Only when you experience it yourself can you find the shortcomings."

"You..."

"Unprofessional."

As he spoke, Su Yang got up, grabbed Xishen's hair, and limped to the wall.

"No... Nope..."

"You can kill me, but you can't insult me..."

"Anyway, I'm also an immortal..."

"Immortals who are registered as immortals, immortals can be killed, not humiliated..."

Higami struggled frantically.

But there was not much immortal power left in his body, and he was firmly suppressed by Su Yang's violent negative emotions.

In the end, he could only watch as Su Yang removed the body of the girl from one of the hooks and hung himself on it.

And unlike the girl, Su Yang gave it to him, and he was hung upside down.

"Clay pots..."

"There is no child..."

Su Yang looked around and whispered softly: "I'm also a child..."

As he spoke, Su Yang slashed Xishen's wrist with a scalpel, and he was holding a clay pot and sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The blood pooled into a column of water and flowed into the clay pot.

Su Yang looked at the blood flow and was a little distracted, he didn't know what he was thinking, there was no joy or sorrow.

It was as if such a terrible thing could not be more normal for him.

Within a few minutes, Xishen's wound began to heal, no more blood was flowing out, and the wound was scabbed.

Before Xishen could breathe a sigh of relief, Su Yang swung the knife again, cutting a fresh wound on his wrist.

Blood flowed out again.

In the silent basement, only the sound of blood flowing constantly sounded, which was extremely harsh.

In particular, the corpse of a girl swayed slightly in the wind, and in a casual moment, coincidentally, the collective looked at the god of joy, and the sloppy eyes seemed to be full of joy.

Time still passes.

Before you know it, the clay pot is full.

And Xishen became more and more pale and weak because of the severe lack of blood in his body.

"Can't you continue to 'debon'..."

I don't know when, the bones in Su Yang's body no longer move.

"Suck it back..."

"I knew you would."

Su Yang put the clay pot in front of Xishen and said lightly.

Xishen's pupils dilated, looked at Su Yang, and grinned: "As long as my... My soul is still there, I... I'm not going to die..."

"You're tormented, but... It's my flesh..."

"Sooner or later, one day, I will come back, find you, and avenge today's humiliation..."

Obviously, Higami had already made up his mind that he didn't want to live anymore.

As long as his body dies, his soul is gone.

In a few years, or decades, you can still come back.

"Can you kill me, then?"

Su Yang looked at Xishen's eyes expressionlessly, and asked lightly.

Even Xishen couldn't tell whether Su Yang was mocking himself or making a serious appeal.

Seeing Xishen's stunned gaze, Su Yang's eyes flashed with disappointment.

"You... You don't have the power to kill me..."

As he spoke, Su Yang got up.

The power of the fairy spirit spread through the fingertips, and between the finger outlines, the blood in the clay pot was lifted into the air, and it poured into the body of the god little by little.

Joy's face, which had been unusually pale due to severe ischemia, had become rosy again at this moment.

It's just that the tiredness in his eyes is getting more and more intense.

Su Yang held the clay pot and sat down again.

Receiving blood.

From beginning to end, there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

Say he's taking revenge...

He didn't express any hatred for Him.

To say that he is pure abuse...

No, he doesn't seem to care about the state of the gods.

"Immortals cannot be disgraced!"

"You..."

"Kill me..."

"Kill me!"

Joy God gradually became desperate and struggled harder.

Su Yang frowned slightly.

"Your blood is splattered outside."

"Don't move."

His tone was a little disgruntled, and the price of dissatisfaction was to raise his hand directly and nail his wrist to the wall with a scalpel.

This time, the joy of God was quiet.

If you move a little, it hurts your heart.

"You... You're now... Insult me..."

"It doesn't mean anything to you."

"It's better to kill... Kill me..."

"Leave a face for each other."

But even so, the god of joy is still trying to persuade.

Su Yang came back to his senses for a while: "Why should I insult you..."

Xishen was stunned, and just as he was about to say something, Su Yang stood up, took out a new scalpel again, and kept poking it in Xishen's skin.

"It's still very withered..."

"Qi and blood circulation... There's no way to nourish it..."

Su Yang thoughtfully put away the scalpel.

"What if you raise it for a few days and recover?"

Su Yang seemed to have thought of some new theory again.

But Xishen seemed to know what Su Yang wanted, and smiled stupidly: "You... Do you want my immortal seed..."

"Don't... Don't waste your efforts..."

"My immortal seed..."

"It's already withered..."