Am I going to die?

Zeng Fu trembled, trembling slightly fat.

The lower part of the body is out of instinct. Oh, because was it cut off?

Cutting this kind of thing, Zeng Fu has seen it. He remembered seeing this kind of torture in the downtown area when he was younger.

The waist was cut off, and the prisoner was left to crawl.

Eighteen layers of hell-like scenes, but I don't want to be my turn today.

The body has no intuition, and I thought that it was painful to cut it in half, but I didn't want it to be painless.

It hurts so much that I don't feel it.

Zeng Fu felt that he was very light, probably because he had lost half of his body.

His eyes were blurring, and his nose was filled with the smell of smoke.

But the pain gradually returned to his body, because ...... I don't want to die.

"I don't want to die!!Help me!!Immortals!! immortals!!"

The floor is so rough, if there is a chance, Zeng Fu wants to change the floor in his room.

Hands crawling, painful!!Really painful!

I don't want to die!

I haven't had enough of it! I'm going to be promoted soon! I don't want to die!

The fortune teller has said that I can live for two years! My longevity is not yet over! I don't want to die!

I go to the temple every month to worship, very pious! Immortals, please save me! I don't want to die!

I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I can't die yet!

Immortals, please save me, save me, save me, I have a lot of money!

............

What is the devil like? He has not seen it yet.

But he felt that there was an evil ghost in front of him at this moment.

Twitching hands, crawling as hard as they can. Underneath his body was a lake of blood, soaking his body. The lower half is gone, only the upper half remains.

Ten fingers grasped the ground, crawling, dragging down half of the exposed intestines.

The guy named Zeng Fu said, "I don't want to die!

The voice was very unpleasant, very high-pitched, very hoarse, very trying, and very alive like a demon.

"Immortals save me, save me, I have money, I am rich, save me!"

Obviously I cut you in half, obviously I want to kill you, why don't you think soberly "the immortals save you"?

He Shang thought so, and the fireball in his hand gradually became smaller and dissipated into fragmented sparks.

For some reason, He Shang at this moment actually remembered the previous time, the former Zeng Fu.

With a brocade belt around his waist, he was dressed in a black silk coat with a piece of jade jade, and his cheeks were slightly chubby and his eyes were smiling. At that time, he had a bit of a bookish atmosphere, like a wonderful scholar.

In the past, he was moody and angry, and he was arrogant in his eyes. Now he ...... A living ghost.

The loose hair was stained with blood, and blood was drawn as it was dragged. Half of the intestines dragged to the ground, like a wheezing dog's tail.

Zeng Fu said: "I don't want to die!

Then he crawled towards He Shang. Regardless of He Shang being the one who beheaded him, and regardless of his extremely humble posture, Zeng Fu lay on the ground, dragging blood stains and crawling over.

You're a test for me, aren't you? Hahaha, you're a test for me.

Is this an apprentice? Someone once said that I had a fairy fate.

Is the test crawling under your old man's feet? Yes!

When I crawl under your feet, you will surely come up with a miracle medicine to heal me! Take my lower half and take me as an apprentice.

Isn't that right? It's a test of apprenticeship! Isn't it? Yes, yes. Definitely!

Under He Shang's surprised gaze, Zeng Fu smiled.

"It's a test for you, isn't it?"

He crawled, blood carrying the warmth of life as it continued to leave his body mercilessly.

The intestines rubbed against the ground, dragging out a long piece of something.

"Immortals, I want to live forever, will you take me as a disciple?"

What was called a kidney fell out and was thrown to the ground like a bulky stone.

He continued to crawl, ignoring what fell behind him.

And he smiled, very brightly, very really, very beautifully.

Zeng Fu felt that his body was gradually becoming lighter, and it was as light as a feathered flying immortal.

Is this what a fairy feels like?

The immortal path of immortality is right in front of you! What a great opportunity!

Thinking like this, he felt lucky and crawled as best he could. The fingers clasped the ground, giving the broken body the impetus to move forward.

The stomach fell out, and the half-moon-shaped organ squirmed, dipped in blood.

Zeng Fu smiled, his eyes were bent into a brilliant appearance, his mouth showed teeth, and his smile was extremely bright.

"It's a test, isn't it?"

He said, he didn't move, he died.

The sound of the forehead colliding with the ground, and the corpse leaned weakly on the ground.

Is it dead? Then I fell in love with that bright smile.

"Yes, it's a test. ”

He Shang said to the dead man, and then drew his sword. The tip of the sword was aimed at the corpse's head, and both hands gripped the hilt.

A sword, pierced into the skull.

This was followed by another kick on the skull.

Pull it out, with a viscous liquid.

He Shang once again realized the sharpness of the sword in his hand, and it didn't take too much effort to pierce the skull.

Originally, it was a sharp sword, but later it was also used as a raw material for the scrap iron sword of the trophy and strengthened it with a special method.

The sword is getting sharper, but it's still far from the legendary sword.

He Shang took the sword in front of him, looked at the brain melon seed paste stained on the blade, and couldn't help shaking his head.

The rumored sword can kill without blood, and this sword is far from it.

Another sword swing slashed and severed the heads of corpses on the ground.

Avoiding the blood gushing out, He Shang kicked the head far away.

Experiencing the feeling of cutting bones again, He Shang still nodded and looked at the sword in his hand.

Although it is not as good as the rumored sword, it is still effortless to chop bones. This has become even more pronounced since the end of menopausal retention.

The head rolled into the corner of the other end, and He Shang didn't pick it up.

The smell of smoke in his nose was compounded by the faint glow of the fire. He Shang had already determined that the fire had become a fire and would be difficult to extinguish.

At least we'll burn it down.

He Shang wiped the sword casually and wiped the filth on the sword.

Zeng's father and son, a few servants, and a few aunts.

He can be regarded as killing the servant Zeng's family cleanly.

After thinking about it in his heart, He Shang kicked the wooden window and climbed out of the window.

The servant's family has been killed, and there is still some time to continue to kill a few more.

He Shang made such a calculation, and then a sword swung towards him.

"Villains look at the sword!"