Cut the tendons and remove the bones.
The proud and tempered extraordinary flesh and blood has never looked so fragile.
There is no escape, because the cutting comes from within.
Standing tremblingly, Xiaoying put his hand on his right chest. The next moment, the originally cold skin there suddenly felt warm.
That's blood.
Blood gushed from the wound that penetrated all the way through the skin of the internal organs.
Staring at the bright red hand, the bloody corpse behind her appeared naturally in her mind.
It really stabbed out from the inside out... Although there was only a wound, no sharp blade could be seen.
But how could it be...
Having reached the plank road, she couldn't help but look at the corpses and blood stains there.
The next moment she seemed to realize something, she tried to follow the rotating plank road and took another step up carefully.
Uh——
This time it was just a low cry, and at the same time his hand quickly pressed on one side of his abdomen.
Just at that moment, there was also warmth flowing out from there.
Impossible...Is it really because of this?
There is no doubt that it is another wound, but compared with the shock in my heart, the pain this time is already too much.
……
Just say that there will not be just one more emperor's new house.
Of course, it was impossible to hide the changes that had happened to Ms. Xiaoying from Fu Qian.
Compared with the parties who lack theoretical support, as a professional, it is naturally much easier for him to understand this change.
Divine protection is not just present in some lucky souls, but apparently also roams within the volcano itself.
It is not even limited to the scope of the Invisible Palace.
The cause of death of the body on the ground was simple - he was walking upwards.
That's right, the blood trail along the way should be like the little shadow at this moment, spraying out from the body as he walks.
It’s not that you can’t go back, but you can’t go up.
According to Fuzen's understanding of the category of law, rigidity and strictness have always been its main characteristics.
So just now when Ms. Xiaoying was returning and even testing, he also observed very carefully.
The conclusion is that the degree of destruction of flesh and blood is obviously more proportional to the change in altitude.
It is completely conceivable that the man on the ground ran all the way up and eventually broke himself into pieces.
Judging from Ms. Xiaoying's performance, Fu Qian believes that a similar scene should be playing in her mind at this moment.
This is undoubtedly a major discovery, although the despair it brings is also heavy.
With a little estimation, it's easy to have an idea of the limit you can climb.
Considering that not everyone is a flesh and blood expert like us, as long as we discover it a little late, it means that the road has been cut off.
And this should be why, even though there is a tragic example here, others not only did not stop, but even went so deep that no shadow was visible.
A natural chasm is a natural chasm. It may seem very close, but when it is insurmountable even if you try your best, it is no longer useless.
As long as you make a little decision, you will know that the only option is to continue looking downwards for a way out.
Falling deeper and deeper in exchange for a glimmer of hope of escape.
I have to say that it sounds very Zen-like.
Of course, Fu Qian is not interested in knowing whether Ms. Xiaoying wants to practice Zen.
Just like the testing behavior just now, it was not driven intentionally.
Therefore, throughout the entire observation process, his footsteps did not stop. ……
The reason why I went back and changed my clothes in the middle was of course to be different from the previous image of Captain Qiao, thereby misleading.
Including the one who just pinched Huang Jianyuan's face.
However, the key point here is the pattern. The rule of inaction has been maintained all the way. No matter how you choose, you can't escape the magic pattern of cause and effect.
Just like Brother Haoke and the others, it doesn't matter whether Ms. Xiaoying chooses to go deeper and realize the trick of her identity after meeting up, or she returns smoothly and discovers that Captain Qiao is no longer there.
It was never the Huang family that I was targeting.
How could Huang, who had been guarding this place for so many years and found nothing, be able to handle such a huge battle?
Even the blood lion who returned from the wandering world found it hard to imagine that he could have such a future.
The small Xiyuan City seems to be a bit shadowy.
Therefore, during this visit to the Mid-Levels Manor, the performance was always just to confuse the situation.
Huang may not have the skills to control the situation, but if there is some dominant force behind it besides the tree.
Then he has been leading the puzzle all the way, involving mysterious demigods, real and fake tribesmen, and secret visits to the officialdom. It is impossible not to interest those forces.
As long as you pay more attention to it and encourage it to do more unnecessary movements, then it will be worthwhile for you to bring out this outfit that you rarely wear.
While sighing, Ms. Xiaoying couldn't help but stare at Fu Qian, who was walking in the air. His back was blocked by the hole further down the stone wall.
……
No wonder no one could even see a shadow except the one who fell.
This time there was no obstacle in front of the cave, but the moment he stepped in, he found that the landing site was no longer the green and black rock it looked like from the outside.
But it’s not the invisible path where nothing could be seen before.
Instead, there are mirrors facing each other at clever angles from all directions, which together form a special passage.
There seems to be special, rather jumping space rules here.
However, while these mirror surfaces are not overly smooth, they seem to have a perfect isolation effect due to the nature of absolute reflection, making it difficult to perceive what is behind them and thus unable to confirm the specific location.
In any case, if the rescue team that only chose to continue marching encountered a similar situation, it would feel much more normal if they could not be seen from above.
Of course, these mirrors are not perfect in every aspect. For example, there is a flaw visible to the naked eye right in front of you - the shadows they cast are not similar at all.
Although the figures among them were chaotic and psychedelic under the overlapping reflections, it was still easy to see that no one inside was wearing the outfit he had specially prepared.
It was a tall figure wearing a gold and white hood, although the face under the hood was indeed more consistent with his own at the moment.
It's a pity that I didn't have time to make too many observations. At a certain moment, the many chaotic figures suddenly disappeared, as if hiding in the world behind the mirror - except for one of them.
He slowly seemed to be walking in the mirror, and soon the figure oozing with splendor and sublimity came to the position closest to Fu Qian.
However, under Fu Qian's gaze, the face that was identical to his still did not say a word, but looked at each other with the same smile.
And at the next moment he raised his left hand, swiped his long fingers across it, and cut a shocking wound on his body.
The same thing happened to Fu Qian, the same parts were equally ferocious.
Although to him, such an injury is nothing.
Without moving, Fu Qian quietly watched the performance in the mirror until the body was far more bloody than the previous corpse.
At this time, the man in the mirror finally stopped the movement of his left hand, and moved his other hand upward until he held down his two eyes, digging hard while staring at Fu Qian.
"The san value is reduced by 1."
And at the next moment, with two blood-red eye sockets and a smile unabated, he said the first sentence.
And that's not even the end.
[San value minus 1]
Another familiar reminder sounded in Fu Qian's ears at the same time. (End of chapter)