Chapter 694: Hatred Value Maxed Out
"That's because you've never seen it before," the black mist said. "Little girl, look, your fate wasn't supposed to be like this, yet you're destined to have a short life. Do you think that's fair?"
The content of this sentence is full of temptation.
Before Su Nanzhi could speak, he continued, "How about we make a deal? You let me go, and I'll tell you how to get rid of your fate."
Upon hearing this, Su Nanzhi squinted his eyes and stared at the black fog, as if he was thinking and wavering.
"No one can resist the temptation of immortality," the voice of the black mist sounded, "No one."
"Are you really willing?" Black Mist's voice weakened, but his tone remained unchanged. "Come, join me and become my disciple. I can help you."
"Dream on." Su Nanzhi's cold voice sounded.
"If you really can live forever, why would you make yourself look like this?"
The seller hasn't even figured out the show, but he's trying to deceive the buyer. Calling him a dream is an exaggeration.
As soon as Su Nanzhi finished speaking, he suddenly increased the input of spiritual power into his hands.
The black mist gradually became smaller in the soul-binding formation. The power of the Resurrection Song was obviously no joke. A quarter of an hour later, the black mist disappeared.
That’s all.
Su Nanzhi withdrew his spiritual power and then collapsed back to the ground powerlessly.
The two little guys, Little Ice Flower and Little Flame, were jumping around anxiously, but Little Flame didn't dare to get close to Su Nanzhi.
There was fire burning in her veins now, and if it came any closer, it would only increase her pain.
The only little ice flower that could get close to Su Nanzhi could slightly relieve the discomfort in her body, but it was far from enough.
Su Nanzhi moved her body and sat back next to Jiang Beiyu, and she pulled herself together to check on him.
When I reached out and touched him, I found that his temperature was frighteningly low, like ice.
At this temperature, a normal person would have been sent to the crematorium long ago.
But in Jiang Beiyu's case, this is a mechanism activated by his body to resist toxins from moving around in the body.
Even though Su Nanzhi sealed his main tendons and veins, the poison was still circulating everywhere. Low temperature could slow down the speed of the poison's circulation.
Su Nanzhi had no strength left. She said to the two little guys, "Carry him to the room."
Then Little Ice Flower and Little Flame started working as porters again.
There are also rooms on the first floor. Although most of the space on the first floor is damaged and many of the furniture are in a mess due to Su Nanzhi's fire and Jiang Beiyu's ice, some of the rooms are still usable.
Su Nanzhi didn't have the strength to climb up.
She sat on the ground for a while, and Xu Jing slowly walked out of the original barrier and came to Su Nanzhi's side, but his eyes were looking at the soul-binding formation.
"That..." Xu Jing suddenly realized he didn't know how to describe the black mist, so he pointed at it and said, "Is he dead?"
"Not dead," Su Nanzhi replied, "That was just a clone. If one of the clones died, at most he would be slightly injured."
After hearing this, Xu Jing's expression froze, "Will he come back again?"
Su Nanzhi: "If you come back, you won't look for your brother anymore. You should look for me to settle the score."
Xu Jing: “…”
There's nothing wrong with it.
Su Nanzhi's hatred value today can be said to be full.
Xu Jing witnessed all of this with his own eyes, and had only one thought in his mind: The special effects in TV dramas don’t dare to be so exaggerated.
His worldview today has collapsed too seriously.
First of all, there are ghosts and Taoist priests in this world.
(End of this chapter)
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