A river of blood boiled, and then tumbled.

Grunt!

A dark shadow emerged from the water.

Qing Han's complexion changed slightly, and his hand strength loosened slightly.

The woman in red did not take advantage of the momentum to break free, and seemed to be still in a hallucination.

Crash!

Qing Han's pupils shrank suddenly, and he instinctively sensed a crisis, like the edge of a needle piercing into his vest.

Look back.

It is a hook knife with hundreds of curves, the tip of the blade is thin and slender, and the tail is tied with a black chain, and the black rope is deep under the blood.

The hook knife seemed to have a spirit, ignoring the woman in red, and went straight to Qinghan.

With Qing Han's speed, he could completely dodge, but the hook knife and chain exuded a strange power, and it was actually the same origin as him to some extent.

The two forces pulled each other, Qing Han couldn't dodge, and was broken open by the hook knife, first into the ankle and then into the whole body.

The time interval is extremely short, almost simultaneous.

Qing Han's eyelids jumped violently, his whole body was cold, his body suddenly languished, his strength was running slowly, his vision became a little blurred, and his thoughts in his mind became lazy.

Unexpectedly, even the source of extreme evil could not stop this hook knife from devouring, and the endless vitality was passing rapidly.

He tried to go out of his body countless times, but all of them ended in failure, and the body seemed to have become a cage.

Qing Han's vitality comes from the source of extreme evil, the body can be completely repaired by this vitality, and the soul is also extremely special, his soul and several mysterious spirits devour and fuse each other, almost becoming immortal and immortal.

If others lose their vitality, it is just death, but if Qinghan loses all his vitality, his soul will be locked in his body and suffer from weathering forever, so it can be said that vitality is his everything.

Qing Han's eyes flashed slightly, the hollow eye sockets squirmed, and the eyeballs that were picked out recondensed form.

He grabbed the hook knife that had stabbed him in the left shoulder and pulled it out.

The hook pierced not only the flesh, but also the bones in the shoulder.

Qing Han pulled it at will, taking away an entire muscle, and the bones made a cracking sound.

"Drink it. Qing Han pulled out the hook knife on his right shoulder again, and tore off the piece of flesh that was still attached to the skin, this extremely real pain made his face a little pale, and his expression became more gloomy, "Don't let me say it a second time." ”

Qing Han directly pulled out the three hooks in his abdomen, and the flesh and blood flowed all over the ground, and the woman in red had blood on her face.

The blood is not hot or lukewarm, but cold.

The strong smell of blood was clearly smelled, coupled with Qing Han's vicious expression and words, which had a certain deterrent effect on her, allowing her to get rid of the influence of the liquid in the bottle almost instantly.

The woman in red thought that there was still a fragment of Qing Han's eyeball in the bottle, she held back her nausea and hurriedly twisted her head to the side, and then she said in horror, "What the hell are you going to do! It's none of your business, is it?"

Of course, she would feel inexplicable, obviously she didn't do anything, so she had to come to Qinghan to speak ill.

Qing Han pulled out most of the hook knives, tore off most of the flesh and blood on his body, revealing a lot of red bones and internal organs on his body, and a large pile of blood sausage flowed down his abdomen.

When the woman in red saw this scene, she even forgot her disgusting and asked in shock, "Are you a living person?"

These things were obviously not the illusion of resentment and soul power, which had a fierce collision with her original cognition.

"Because I like it......", the barbs on the limbs were not cleaned up, Qing Han showed a hideous color due to the pain, tore one arm alive, and then threw it into the arms of the woman in red, "Your thoughts, your thoughts, your actions, do you really think it depends on your own will?"

The woman in red trembled violently, hurriedly threw away the arm in her arms, and suddenly fell into a pool of blood.

She moved in horror to get out of the blood pad, but her hand touched a pile of intestines.

It was smooth and soft to the touch, but it made her even more frightened, and she looked at the blood stains on her hands, and shrunk into a corner and wept.

Blood-colored roses, pear blossoms with rain, warblers sobbing.

It's not cute.

Qing Han laughed, crossed his hand, cut off one leg, thought about it, and pulled out the other leg.

"Hey~", he had no legs and could only lie on the ground, pushing the stump and blood sausage with his only arm, his body wriggling like a worm, and slowly crawling towards the woman in red, sometimes smiling weirdly.

The woman in red got up hysterically: "Don't come here!"

"Fear may be human instinct, but don't be afraid of them, it's not your instinct, so where did it come from......", Qing Han put the stump into her arms, wrapped his intestines around her neck, and squirmed for a distance, lying in her ear and said, "You are afraid because others tell you that you should be afraid because of this, if you behave differently from ordinary people, you will be considered an anomaly, and you will be isolated and hated by everyone, even your friends, parents and lovers!" What a frightening thing that is...... You're still here waiting because of that stupid promise, but you're miserable and want to leave, aren't you? You hate him and want him to die soon, but you deliberately ignore or don't want to admit it, because you think you love him, and he won't live up to your expectations and will give you more love in return. ”

"It's not like this, it's not like this......", the woman in red trembled, took off the blood sausage hanging from her neck, shrank back again, threw her arms off the boat, covered her ears tightly, and shook her head in denial.

The severed limb fell into the water, and a large number of blisters gushed out on the surface of the water.

"Love...... If no one tells you what love is, will you still have this kind of affection? Even if it exists, is it so important? Just because it satisfies a certain need in your heart, after all, whether it is to do things without love, or to say that you want to be loved by others, it is shameful to say it. Qing Han took a closer look at the place where the broken arm fell into the water, his lips curled up in a strange arc, and said faintly again, "People are always convinced of what they want to believe, and they always want what they like to be liked by everyone, and what they don't like to be hated by everyone, so they create all the concepts of things that can be perceived, like them, praise them as much as they like, and dislike them as much as they can. This is necessary, for the king...... Slaves can be encouraged to reproduce, so that they and their descendants can receive a steady stream of manpower, and it will take a lot of time and means to lay the way for how to enslave them. I still remember the people of many tribes who tried their best to instigate slaves to worship the god of fertility......"

Qing Han no longer suppressed the source of extreme evil, and put it into operation quickly, a large number of bulges surged all over his body, and under the swollen and swollen swollen and swollen, the external wounds recovered instantly, the internal organs and blood were quickly rebuilt, the limbs were broken and squirmed, and the new limbs broke through the flesh and blood.

What happened in front of her was so familiar, the woman in red looked at Qing Han in a daze, noticed the mark on his eyebrows, her face suddenly turned pale, and said sadly: "You are not him! Who are you?!"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not Jiang Han, I'm not Quan Ming, and I'm not Yaoyuan!", Qing Han held her cheek, forcibly pinched her mouth open, summoned the tear bottle into her hand, and poured it into her throat, and at the same time he said coldly, "I'm really curious, legend has it that the dead soul passed the ghost gate, passed the trial, drank Meng Po soup, and then ascended the Wangxiang Platform after crossing the Nai River, you can be reincarnated as a human being, now that you drink the Eight Tears of the Soul, what will happen?"