Tan Xuan looked at the unclearly visible cave ceiling, his eyes a little complicated. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but at this time his heart was as confused as his eyes.
Huang Jingming sat next to Tan Xuan with a wine flask, looked at the corpse in the hanging coffin with its eyes closed, and then looked at Tan Xuan, who was lying motionless on the ground, and asked: "Mr. Tan, are we going to do this today?"
Are you going to fold here?"
"Are you afraid?" Tan Xuan glanced at Huang Jingming and asked.
Huang Jingming shook his head, took a sip of wine, and said: "There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just that the thought of dying suddenly makes me feel a little strange. And when I heard that guy say that he will torture us after we die, I felt a little uncomfortable. Unfortunately,
no way."
Tan Xuan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, you can't die as long as I'm here. I promised Hu Tianshun to protect your comfort, so I won't let you die here."
Huang Jingming was stunned when he heard this, and then he was ecstatic for a moment. He tried hard to suppress the joy in his heart and asked: "Do you still have a way to deal with that guy?"
Tan Xuan glanced at Huang Jingming and said lightly: "My beloved Mu Ye, who doesn't have a trump card? You go back and tell Hu Tianshun that I promised him and I did it, and we won't owe each other anything in the future."
"Okay, then how do you plan to deal with that thing?" Huang Jingming continued to ask, knowing that he would not have to die here, he had more questions in an instant.
"Does the wine taste good?" Tan Xuan did not answer Huang Jingming's question, but suddenly changed the subject and asked, pointing to the wine bottle in Huang Jingming's hand.
"Uh... not bad." Huang Jingming was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile, "I drink not for the sake of good taste, but for the drunken feeling after drinking. My master said that it is difficult for me to achieve the great path, so I just
Looking for another way, isn't the feeling of being intoxicated when drunk is the feeling of becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment? Haha..."
Tan Xuan also laughed and said, "You are quite open-minded, but this kind of character is not something that can be obtained casually. I guess you will achieve a lot in the future."
With that said, Tan Xuan stood up from the ground with one hand on the ground, took the dagger in Huang Jingming's hand, and said to Huang Jingming: "When you go back, give my amulet to my girlfriend and keep it for her.
Just a thought."
Huang Jingming was stunned and asked: "Why don't you hand it over to her yourself...Mr. Tan, you..."
Huang Jingming reacted and looked at Tan Xuan in astonishment.
Tan Xuan smiled slightly, "Why are you looking at me like that? It's better to keep one and leave the other than to keep both. Or can you beat that guy and take me out? Don't worry about it.
Stand far away, you are really risking your life, I don't have time to take care of you, you should be careful."
As he said that, Tan Xuan held the dagger in his hand, and with a slight stroke, blood immediately flowed from his palm.
"Mr. Tan, you..." Huang Jingming looked at Tan Xuan and didn't know what to do.
"Stop talking." Tan Xuan bared his teeth and said, "It really hurts. Those who like to harm themselves are not ordinary people."
Tan Xuan pressed his bleeding palm to his face, adding a bloody palm print to his fair face. Then he threw away the dagger in his hand and closed his eyes to outline a pattern with blood on his face.
It wasn't a pattern. Because the blood hadn't solidified, the blood stains on the pattern kept slipping, making his face look even more sinister and terrifying than the one in the coffin.
"Okay, the blood talisman is complete. If he kills me later, the blood talisman will officially take effect. My body will tear him to pieces under the control of the blood talisman, allowing him to experience what it means to live forever."
"Is this your way?" Huang Jingming looked at Tan Xuan with tears in his eyes. At this time, anyone who is not a fool knows that Tan Xuan is planning to sacrifice his life for justice. It is really difficult for Huang Jingming to accept that this kind of thing happened in front of his eyes.
Tan Xuan looked at Huang Jingming and laughed and scolded: "Okay, you are crying, why are you acting like a girl? I didn't even cry, you are crying. When I see my girlfriend when I see her later, help me tell her, forget it.
, what are we talking about between two lovers and you, a seasoned person who doesn’t understand the style?”
Tan Xuan shook his head and took the wine bottle from Huang Jingming's hand. "I'm going to die anyway, so I'll let myself be willful. Let's take a sip of wine and let my soul rest in peace."
"That old bastard above who is pretending to be dead, if you can, come down now. Grandpa is waiting for you here. Grandpa will dig a grave for you in your grave today."
After saying that, Tan Xuan picked up the dagger on the ground and threw it towards the Yin Corpse in the hanging coffin. The throw was very accurate, and it hit the forehead of the Yin Corpse directly.
"ah!"
The Inferi roared angrily, opened its blood-red eyes, pulled out the dagger from its forehead and threw it far away.
"Hahaha……"
Tan Xuan laughed proudly, then unscrewed the lid of the pot and took a swig of wine.
"Cough, cough..."
He drank so hard that Tan Xuan choked so hard that he spilled nearly half of the wine in one sip.
"The wine really doesn't taste good. It would be better if I changed it to Coke."
As he said that, Tan Xuan fell to the ground with a plop, and there was no reaction even if the wine bottle in his hand hit his face.
"This...Mr. Tan..."
Huang Jingming was confused. He had never seen such a small drinker before. And if he had a small drink capacity, he should be small. Why are you so drunk if you didn't drink? Tan Xuan fell down, but the man in the hanging coffin was already gone.
He stood up eagerly. Huang Jingming cursed in his heart. This is not the rhythm of fighting against the Inferi. This is clearly giving away his life. He also wanted to drink some wine to calm down his shock, or imitate Tan Xuan and get drunk.
However, after picking up the jug, he realized that all the wine in the jug had been destroyed by Tan Xuan just now.
"Asshole, if you don't stop when death is imminent, I will kill you now."
The Yin Corpse yelled and jumped down from the hanging coffin. At this time, except for the wounds on his forehead that Tan Xuanxin had inflicted on him, all the wounds on his chest and abdomen had recovered as before.
"go to hell!"
The Inferi stretched out his withered palms to grab Huang Jingming. He had no choice but to do it. Although the one he wanted to kill most now was Tan Xuan, Huang Jingming's immortality just happened to block his path. Both of them would die anyway.
, whichever one dies first and which one dies last are all the same to him.
"I'll fight you."
Huang Jingming didn't dodge and rushed directly towards the Inferi. That's how people are. When he has someone to rely on, even in desperate situations, he will rely on others, but once he has no support, he will struggle desperately.
Even if he struggled to no avail, he would not completely wait for death.
It's a pity that Huang Jingming's struggle was in vain. When he had weapons in hand, he was not the enemy of the Infernal Corpse. Now with bare hands, it was not worth mentioning. As soon as he rushed to the Infernal Corpse, he was killed by the Infernal Corpse.
The corpse was lifted up from the ground with its hands around its neck.
The Yin Corpse put its other hand on Huang Jingming's chest, and slashed in front of Huang Jingming's body with its long nails. The nails were like swords and cut through Huang Jingming's robe without any hindrance. The Yin Corpse said with a ferocious smile.
: "I said I would use your heart and liver to drink wine, now I want you to see with your own eyes what your heart and liver looks like."
As the Yin Corpse spoke, he put his nails on Huang Jingming's chest. With a little force, his fingers pierced Huang Jingming's skin, and blood flowed down his fingers.
Huang Jingming closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, "Mr. Tan, you've screwed me up."
"Why have I tricked you?" A vague voice came from behind Huang Jingming.
"If you don't drink up all my wine, it would be great if I get drunk with you. We will still have a companion on the road to hell!"
Huang Jingming opened his eyes suddenly and turned around, only to see Tan Xuan standing behind him at some point. The blood on his face had disappeared, but his face was red, even his eyes were red, and he was breathing with anger.
Full of alcohol.
"Whoever keeps company with Huangquan on the road will die on his own." Tan Xuan said vaguely, his tongue obviously a little stiff, and then he slapped the arm of the corpse that was holding Huang Jingming, and pulled the hand of the corpse directly.
He slapped it down, then grabbed Huang Jingming's hair and threw him aside.
"In the way!" Tan Xuan said impatiently.
"Uh..." Huang Jingming hid shirtless and didn't even bother to pick up his clothes. There was no way, that corpse was very scary. He would disembowel his body and rip out his heart when he opened his mouth. It was scary to think about it. But now Tan Xuan looked at it.
It was even more terrifying, especially those blood-red eyes, which were completely different from the Tan Xuan he knew. It seemed that if he looked at them one more time, he would die. He really didn't dare to get too close to them, for fear that he would die without knowing how he died.
The Yin Corpse looked at Tan Xuan and smiled ferociously: "Boy, I was planning to kill you later, but I didn't expect you to volunteer to die. Then I will help you, and I will taste your heart and soul first."
Tan Xuan glanced at the Yin Corpse and snorted disdainfully, "It's shameless to say that you want to eat my heart and soul, so let me see if you, a guy who has been dead for many years, still has his heart and soul."
After saying that, Tan Xuan moved, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the Yin Corpse. He punched the Yin Corpse in the chest, sending the Yin Corpse flying backwards, and did not stop until it hit the far wall.
"this……"
The one who was beaten had no time to react, but Huang Jingming, who was hiding aside and watching the excitement, was dumbfounded. He never expected that Tan Xuan's punch would be so powerful.
As soon as the Yin Corpse stood up holding on to the stone wall, Tan Xuan appeared in front of him like a shadow again, so fast that even Huang Jingming didn't see clearly how he passed by.
Tan Xuan punched the Yin Corpse in the lower abdomen again, causing the Yin Corpse to bend like a cooked prawn, with black gas constantly coming out of its mouth.
"Ah..." The Yin Corpse groaned in pain. When Tan Xuan came to him again, he suddenly raised his head and stabbed Tan Xuan in the heart.
"I want you to die!"
"Only you?"
Tan Xuan dismissed the Yin Corpse's attack with a very casual wave of his hand, and then clasped his hand on the Yin Corpse's wrist. He flipped his wrist, completely exposing the Yin Corpse's arm, and waved his other hand to slash.
It hit the arm of the Infernal Corpse, causing the arm of the Infernal Corpse to appear at a weird angle.
"ah!"
Screams immediately filled the entire tomb.
"You like to dig out people's hearts, don't you? Now that you have no hands, let me see what you use to do it."
Tan Xuan twisted the bent arm of the Infernal Corpse, used the sharp nails of the Infernal Corpse to stab the armpit of the Infernal Corpse, and then pulled hard while the Infernal Corpse screamed, and pulled the arm of the Infernal Corpse.
It was ripped directly from the body.
"ah!"
Even though the Inferi no longer had a human soul, it still had senses, causing him to writhe on the ground in pain.
"You want to kill me just like that? You are really dreaming." Tan Xuan raised his foot and kicked the corpse far away. Then he looked at the severed arm in his hand and threw it aside.
"Oh my God! Ouch..." Huang Jingming in the corner looked a little disgusted. Everything in front of him was too bloody and cruel for him. This was not about subduing monsters and eliminating monsters. This was clearly done with the help of alcohol.
Sadistic, now he suddenly feels a little pity for the Infernal Corpse. It's not good to offend anyone, so why did he offend this one? Muye's beloved is not a beloved, and drunk Duanhun is not a human being. Now he knows this
Why is it called soul-cutting? What is cut off is not just the soul.