"Ahhhhh ~ It hurts." The smoky Song Shuhang's body returned, and he let out a series of screams.
After paying the price of the appraisal … Song Shuhang forcefully stopped the secret appraisal technique.
As a result, the appraisal failed.
Very good, that's it … Song Shuhang endured the pain and thought to himself.
If the appraisal was successful, it would be bad.
This mysterious senior didn't want to expose his information and origin at all. If Song Shuhang accidentally appraised some information, this senior might have to choose to silence him in the end.
Song Shuhang didn't want the identity or information of this senior — he just wanted the price of the appraisal technique, the pain.
Then, enjoy the most wonderful pain in the world with me, senior! After Song Shuhang's body gathered, he returned to his human form and looked at the young man.
Under this degree of pain, he couldn't bear it anymore. He wondered how the senior was doing.
Opposite him.
"Bang ~"
The young man exploded. Flesh and blood flew everywhere. The scene was so bloody that it needed to be censored.
Song Shuhang: "…"
How could this be?
After the appraisal, the secret appraisal technique should only share the 'pain' with this mysterious senior, right? Why did he explode? This didn't match the contents of the bet, right?
While he was thinking, the flesh and bones quickly recovered as if time was reversed, and the young man's appearance was restored.
"Hiss ~" The young man couldn't maintain his smile anymore, and he kept inhaling cold air.
At the same time, he felt the pain of the secret appraisal technique. This pain directly affected his soul, and he couldn't defend against it. He could only grit his teeth and bear it.
However, the bet ceremony hadn't given the result yet.
Both Song Shuhang and the young man gritted their teeth and didn't cry.
According to the rules of the bet ceremony, as long as Song Shuhang and the young man cried, no matter if they were in smoke mode or in the state of being smashed to pieces, as long as tears flowed out of their eyes, they would be judged to have failed.
"What kind of self-mutilation technique is this? It's really scary. "The young man gritted his teeth.
Song Shuhang replied without thinking, "The secret of menstruation."
Of course, he couldn't tell this mysterious senior the real name of the secret technique, lest he got suspicious. Moreover, he did not manage to identify any information.
After that, Song Shuhang hugged his huge belly and slowly squatted down. Then, he chose a scientific angle to lie on his side so that he wouldn't press against his big belly.
In the end, he curled up into a ball, gritted his teeth and trembled, his lips turning purple. However, Song Shuhang was prepared. He took out a white handkerchief from his magical bracelet, folded it with trembling hands, stuffed it into his mouth, and gritted his teeth. She had to endure the waves of pain in her mind, coupled with the pain of pregnancy and childbirth.
"Ahhh ~ Ahhh ~" Outside the gambling ceremony, Fairy Creation seized this opportunity and let out the Song Clan's four pitiful cries.
The tip of the virtuous lamia's tail hit the ground hard. She was half a step too late and didn't manage to grab it properly.
She was truly worthy of being her lifelong rival, Fairy Creation.
On the other side, the young man followed Song Shuhang's example and slowly lay down on his side, gritting his teeth as he trembled.
"What other moves do you have? Feel free to use them," the young man said while trembling.
Song Shuhang: "Hmm, hmm, hmm ~"
The Black Skin Jouko Hagi blinked and translated, "Song Qianbei is saying that Senior, feel free to use whatever moves you have. There's no need to pity him."
"Hehe, it seems that you've reached your limit. In that case, lose. "The young man trembled as he stretched out his hand towards Song Shuhang." In the end, do you believe in an afterlife? "
Song Shuhang said, "I didn't believe it before, but now I do."
Many of the big shots in the world of cultivators had a secret technique to reincarnate. As long as they didn't die, they would have a chance to start over. There were even many demonic cultivation techniques that could be used to seize someone's body.
"No … In fact, in this universe, there is no afterlife. Feel despair — cut off the meaning of an afterlife. "The young man trembled as he stretched out his hand and patted Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang only felt a slight chill on his body, and then … he didn't feel anything.
On the contrary, the young man's face suddenly turned blue, and a chill surged all over his body — this was the backlash of a failed magical technique. After a while, the backlash of a failed magical technique was also transmitted to Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang felt a chill all over his body, but it was still within the range that he could bear.
Song Shuhang: "Hmm, hmm, hmm?"
The young man gritted his teeth, and said, "Don't be noisy, I want to be alone."
The virtuous lamia's eyes lit up. "Who is' alone '?"
"…" The young man looked up at the sky and almost cried out of anger.
"Senior, what was that magical technique you used just now? Did it fail when it was used on me? "Song Shuhang spat out the fragrant handkerchief in his mouth and asked with a trembling voice.
He was very concerned about the magical technique that the senior had used on him just now.
It was because the name of that technique was quite awesome — the meaning of cutting off the meaning of an afterlife, which sounded like cutting off one's descendants.
"Do you really believe in an afterlife?" The young man raised his head and said, "If you believe in an afterlife, then after enduring this magical technique, you will see your afterlife being erased one by one."
Song Shuhang trembled, and said, "I really believe in it."
The young man's face turned blue, and he asked again, "Then do you think that you will have an afterlife?"
Song Shuhang thought for a while, and said with a trembling voice, "I don't know. Actually … I've only been cultivating for more than half a year, and I don't have a concept of an afterlife. I feel that I should continue cultivating. If possible, like most fellow daoists, I hope that I can go further on the path of cultivation, and it would be best if I could reach the Immortal Realm … Although ideals and dreams have turned into reality, as a cultivator, one should always have a goal. In addition, I always feel that if I fail, the only thing that awaits me is death. "
Because he had only been cultivating for a short period of time, he hadn't thought about something as distant as an 'afterlife'. It was just like a teenager who found it difficult to imagine what it would feel like to be 'old and about to die'.
Moreover, because every time he tried to provoke the heavenly tribulation, he always felt that on the path of cultivation, once he failed, there would be no chance for him to make a comeback, and only death would await him.
As he said that, Song Shuhang's body trembled even more violently. He felt that he couldn't hold on any longer.
"You're really quite enlightened." The corner of the young man's mouth twitched.
After a while.
The young man suddenly noticed a small problem. "How long did you say you've been cultivating?"
"More than half a year, Senior." Song Shuhang replied honestly. He couldn't take it anymore. The pain in his soul surged, and he couldn't help but tear up.
"Hehehe, do you think that you can provoke me like this? You're too naive. " The young man struggled to sit up. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the third eye in between his eyebrows. "Come, under my third eye, all truth will have nowhere to hide."
A ray of light fell on Song Shuhang from the third eye.
After another long while.
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