Even if someone else had the antidote, so what, it still couldn't remove the poison from him. If the life-threatening Soul-Destroying Powder he administered was the same as someone else's, it might still be possible to remove it.
But the life-threatening Duanhun Powder he administered was much more poisonous than the poisons circulating in the world, and he also added a poison to it. Apart from him, there was no cure for this poison in the world.
Murong Xuan's life and Long Chenyi's life are now in his hands, and letting them die is now easier than squeezing an ant to death.
"King, Nine Heavens Resurrection Pill" Yu Yang took out a white jade bottle and handed it to Sima Heng respectfully, then stepped aside.
Sima Heng took the white jade bottle, poured out a Nine-Day Resurrection Pill, drank it, and said coldly: "It's been three days, has Yuyao found out the whereabouts of the miracle doctor Jade Face?"
"Replying to the king, there is no news from Meteor Pavilion. Presumably, it has not been found out yet." Yuyang lowered his head and said respectfully: "The miracle doctor Yumian has always been cold and solitary. He is also good at the art of disguise. His appearance is ever-changing. He is also the best in the world.
No one has really seen the true face of the miracle doctor Jade Face. If we want to find out the miracle doctor Jade Face, I am afraid it will take some time."
"It seems that the efficiency of Meteor Pavilion has been greatly reduced when I was not in Meteor Pavilion." Sima Heng's eyes were as bright as stars, with a sinister and terrifying look in his eyes.
It's been three days, but he still hasn't found the whereabouts of the miracle doctor Yumian. Such a situation has never happened before. During this period, he has been staying on the mountain and has never been to Meteor Pavilion. Those people brought
The efficiency is not as good as before. Thinking about it, he needs to train himself.
"King, please calm down. Your injuries have not fully healed yet, and you still put your health first." Yuyang could hear the meaning of Sima Heng's words, and even felt the cold aura emanating from his body.
Every year, the killers of Meteor Pavilion will have a cruel battle of life and death. Only those who can stand to the end will be qualified to continue to serve orders for Meteor Pavilion and survive. Those who lose can only die in the struggle.
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This is the cruel rule that the king uses to train his subordinates. Meteor Pavilion never retains useless people. If a useless person is in his hands, there is only one way to die.
"Convey the order and give Yuyao three more days. If the miracle doctor Yumian is not found within three days, a team of his people will all come forward to see him."
Sima Heng conveyed the order in a cold voice. There was no warmth in his voice, and his tone was an order without leaving any room. When he said to kill a team of assassins, he definitely did not say it out of anger, but he would kill without mercy and without blinking an eye.
A team of people.
He would execute such a cold-blooded and horrific bloody scene once a year, with no less than a hundred people involved each time.
After Yu Yang obeyed the order, his body trembled and his heart trembled. Unknowingly, he had broken out in a cold sweat. Thinking of the scene where Wang killed more than a hundred negligent killers, he couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine and pores standing on end all over his body.
If he had killed those people with one sword, he would have given those people a break, but how could the king be so merciful? His method of killing was bloody and terrifying, extremely cruel, and simply outrageous.
Moreover, the method of killing is rarely repeated each time and is extremely terrifying. The most common method of killing is skinning, which is to peel off a complete human skin from a living person without any damage.
However, the skinned person cannot die in a short period of time. He can only drag his skinless flesh and blood body around and jump around until all the blood is drained out and he dies of pain.
Another method is to break open the person's head to prevent the person from dying, and then pour hot boiling oil on the person's brain, scalding the person's brain to death.
Every time he thought of that horrific scene, he felt cold and sweaty. His hatred made Wang Bian bloodthirsty and ruthless. He would kill anyone without mercy.
Even for himself, whenever he had a kind heart, he would lock himself up, torture himself over and over again, beat himself up, and torture himself all over his body, leaving no skin on his body, and always warn himself that he would not be kind.
Don't let pity take over your heart.
"As you command, King," Yu Yang replied respectfully. He was both fearful and respectful towards the King, but he also felt very sorry for him. Over the years, he had endured so much suffering, pain and suffering, and the pain in his heart.
The bitterness can only be swallowed in the stomach.
Living in pain all day long, living in the fire of hatred and revenge, wiped out the kindness and kindness in his heart.
"Who gave you the power to dare to look at me like this?" Sima Heng yelled angrily, his face turned extremely cold, he grabbed Yu Yang's lapel, waved his hand, and threw Yu Yang out.
"Ah..." Yu Yang screamed in pain, and his body flew out of Sima Heng's hand like a kite with its string broken, and fell heavily on a rock.
"Pfft..." After landing, Yuyang spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood in his mouth surged out like a flood. His lungs felt like they were exploding. There were bursts of cramping pain, and his limbs felt like
It was a life-threatening injury, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't get up from the ground.
Sima Heng looked at Yu Yang who couldn't get up, snorted coldly, turned around, grabbed the vine on the cliff wall, jumped into the cave under the cliff, and lay down in the hot spring water with his clothes on.
He hates people looking at him with pity. He doesn't need anyone's pity. Now, he is the only one who kills others, and no one else can kill him.
What does he have that deserves the pity of others? What he wants people to see is his cold-bloodedness, his cruelty and callousness, his ruthlessness, and his lack of humanity.
Only in this way can he expose himself to cruelty and cold-bloodedness, allowing himself to remember the revenge of destroying the country every second. Only by being ruthless can he achieve hegemony and recover everything that belonged to his former subordinates.
He clenched his fists tightly and bit his lips fiercely. A trace of blood flowed from the corners of his lips. How could the pain in his body be compared with the pain in his heart and soul.
The blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth flowed down his chin to his neck, seeping into the soaked skirt of his clothes, blooming into beautiful blood-red flowers.
After a long time, he wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and no longer felt the pain and hatred in his heart, closed his eyes and lay down by the edge of the spring pool.
A huge red python crawled behind Sima Heng at some point, and sat quietly next to Sima Heng. He leaned down on the huge snake head and rubbed his face against Sima Heng's neck.
It seems to be comforting him, and it seems to be trying to please him
Sima Heng closed his eyes, reached out and stroked the snake's head, sighed silently, and murmured to himself, "Are you my friend?" After saying that, he smiled bitterly, what is a friend? Does he have any friends? No, he doesn't.
Relatives, no friends.
There is only a lonely and cold heart, a black heart surrounded by the fire of hatred and pain, a cold heart, he has been warning himself like this, only by being cold-blooded and ruthless can he protect himself and continue to make himself stronger.
The giant red python seemed to understand the pain in Sima Heng's heart. It raised its snake head and looked at Sima Heng spitting out the snake letter, and then buried it into Sima Heng's neck, rubbing comfort on his scarred skin.
