Finally, Wei Xin broke down. He began to weep bitterly, begging for mercy and even offering up all his possessions in exchange for a quick death.
His entire fortune wasn't much; he only had a little over 500,000 ghost money.
But Fang Xiu still didn't stop.
"Not enough, still a little short. Look, you still have the sense to beg for mercy."
A minute later, Wei Xin's body showed extensive necrosis, clearly indicating that her genes had begun to collapse due to unbearable pain.
As he sensed the approach of death, a look of relief finally flashed in Wei Xin's eyes. For him now, death was the greatest desire.
However, Fang Xiu's calm voice rang in his ears: "Pain...absorb."
Whoosh!
Wei Xin's injuries were fully healed, while Fang Xiu also suffered a great deal of pain, making it a win-win situation.
This pleased him greatly; he had sown a seed of suffering in Wei Xin and reaped a double reward.
"No! No, no, no!" Wei Xin cried out in terror, her mind completely broken.
The pain continues.
Just then, Fang Xiu felt a tap on the shoulder.
It was Yang Ming.
"Brother Xiu... Brother Xiu, shall we go?" Yang Ming said, forcing himself to speak.
Fang Xiu shook his head: "It's still a little short; it's not time to reap the rewards yet."
Another minute passed.
Wei Xin has completely gone mad; he can't even utter a complete sentence.
"Hmm, that's about right."
Then Fang Xiu opened his gluttonous maw and devoured all of Wei Xin's spirituality.
A look of joy appeared on his face.
"Indeed, spirituality that has endured suffering is the most delicious."
He slowly stood up and said to the pale-faced crowd, "Let's go."
The crowd nodded numbly.
Only Xiao Chuxia approached, looking weak.
"Brother Xiu, hurry, hurry to Yuelai Inn, I can't hold on any longer." At this moment, her face was pale, and her smooth, fair forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
The others were also nearing the end of their lives.
If it weren't for the Taotie attracting the strange creatures, there would have already been casualties.
"We can't go to Yuelai Inn!" Yang Ming suddenly shouted.
"The Yuelai Inn costs 100,000 per person, but there are six of us and we only have a little over 500,000 ghost coins. We don't have enough money at all. Let's go to the woodshed!"
"Let's squeeze in 300,000, Brother Hugh, let's rent a woodshed."
Seeing that everyone was about to give up, Fang Xiu shook his head. Instead of renting a woodshed, he said calmly, "Follow me, and you won't have to spend a penny at the burial site."
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