The blood on his forehead seeped into the soil, and the man’s vitality, strength, luck, destiny... were also being taken away!

This atonement is not simply physical pain, but the cost of one's life to offset the mistakes made.

Jiang Chen looked up at the grave mound again, and suddenly understood.

Judging from the traces of digging on it, the other party must have broken the rules and dug more than three times, which violated the taboo and made the strongest member of the team choose to give up on him.

"brother."

Facing such a person who was cursed by the earthen tomb and whom even the strongest dared not touch, Jiang Chen squatted down amiably and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Where are you from?"

Jiang Chen had just asked this question when he suddenly looked at his forearm. The blood symbol on it was slightly warm, and the smile on his face suddenly became more intense.

"Oh, it turns out he's one of us. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Although the man who kept kowtowing and atonement could not control his behavior, his sense of belonging was still there. Hearing these words, he was suddenly overjoyed.

Are there any fellow Dark Alliance members willing to come and rescue me?

The next moment, he felt a pain in his lower body and his legs were smashed to pieces by a hammer.

Without his legs, the man stopped kowtowing for a moment, but soon, despite being seriously injured and dying, he still ignored everything, supported his front body with both hands, and continued to kowtow.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen touched his chin, took out another kingly sword, and chopped off the opponent's two arms in a row, breaking them at the shoulders in a very symmetrical manner.

He was talking as he was working.

"Don't be afraid, brother. You have a rare disease called kowtow syndrome. It's very easy to treat. All we need to do is amputate all your limbs so that you can no longer kowtow. It can be easily eradicated."

"This method is quick to work and unlikely to relapse, but it also requires hard work. You'll end up a disabled person. Be open-minded. Only after losing material possessions like your hands and feet can you understand what you truly want to pursue in life."

The powerful Dark Alliance member opened his mouth wide when he heard that, and even stopped talking about atonement for a few seconds. He let out an angry "Ahhhhhhh" and for a moment he didn't know where to start cursing.

Without any hands or feet, what can I pursue?

Fuck you!

He was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was ready to bite someone. The blood from the wound was spurting out faster.

Jiang Chen became anxious upon seeing this, and quickly squatted down to help the other person stop the bleeding, while constantly trying to comfort him.

"Brother, brother, it's my duty to save you. Don't be so excited. Don't rush to say thank you. Calm down first, otherwise I can't save your life."

He used some clothes stripped from the dead body to block the wound and his open mouth at the same time.

As a result, the man can only make a "wuwuwu" sound.

This time, he was completely unable to kowtow, and could no longer repeat "I'm sorry". It was equivalent to the process of atonement being forcibly terminated.

After Jiang Chen finished this, he stood up and looked ahead with interest.

He wanted to use this powerful member of the Dark Alliance to explore the bottom of this strange earthen tomb and test what methods this ghost thing had.

After the man was unable to "atone his sins", he became more and more painful. His organs were twisted, his skin was congested, his body was shaking violently, and his eyes revealed an extreme fear. When this emotion reached its peak, his pupils began to turn gray and black.

At the same time, the changes in his body became more drastic. His blood vessels bulged out one by one, and the powerful aura of the king continued to surge.

final.

"Bang"

Blood was everywhere.

Evil God and Tiezhu both raised their hands to block it, fearing that the curse of the grave would be mixed into their blood.

Only Jiang Chen stood there without moving a step. His face was splattered with blood, and his expression was calm and indifferent.