I lived two hundred years

Chapter 75 Containers
The mechanical unicorn arm hastily looked intently, and saw the dyer man covering his eyes with his hands, bloodstains flowing from between his fingers, quickly staining his hands red, as if he had put on a pair of red gloves.

"What's going on here? How could this be? Is this unknown?"

The mind of the mechanical unicorn arm was also crushed by this scene, and his eyes scanned, trying to find the culprit that made the Ranfang man become like this, the line of bloody writing.

However, he glanced around for a while, but couldn't see any trace.

The bloody writing seemed to have disappeared by itself.

As a last resort, he could only turn his questioning eyes to the Night King.

The Night King is not an easygoing man.

This kind of behavior is nothing to ordinary people, but to him, it is a disrespectful behavior.Although it won't make him angry, it will make him unhappy.

Normally, the mechanical unicorn arm wouldn't do anything to upset the Night King.

The Night King didn't care about it this time, but laughed instead.

"It seems that our luck is good. The ominous occurrence this time is the simplest 'river of blood and tears'. As long as we don't make eye contact with the unknown people, we will not be affected."

"Then what should he do?" The mechanical unicorn arm pointed to the screaming man from Dyefang.

"The blood of the person who encounters the 'river of blood and tears' will turn into tears and turn into a mummy. Through blood transfusion, this process can be delayed, but the outcome will not change." The vicissitudes of the night king's voice was ruthless.

"Don't you just watch him like this?" The mechanical unicorn couldn't bear it.

The Night King snorted coldly, "Are you blaming me?"

"Don't dare." The mechanical unicorn arm quickly knelt down on one knee, cupped its hands and pleaded guilty, "I was confused for a moment, and I ask the king to forgive me."

"It's not an example. Let's go. A dead man, nothing to see."

The Night King said, turned around alone, and was about to leave.

"King, save me, don't leave me behind."

Although Dyefang Nan was in extreme pain, he could still perceive the surrounding situation. Seeing that the King of the Night was about to leave, he hurriedly called for help.

"Look at the blood and tears piled up under your feet. You can't live long and have lost value. I won't continue to waste time on you."

The Night King spoke coldly, unable to imagine that he was the one who rescued the dyer from Shen Lang just now.

Dyefang Nan was particularly stimulated.

"King! I am your most loyal subordinate. Are you going to abandon me? I have done so much for you, isn't it worth letting you take action once? I am..."

"Too much nonsense."

The Night King snorted coldly, and pressed his right hand falsely, the red lines on his arm wriggled like living things, and in an instant, a red magic circle was born in his palm.

A jet of red laser hit the dyer man's mouth and smashed his tongue.

The dyer man opened his mouth and let out a silent sob.

At this moment, he opened his eyes.

Blood and tears are still flowing, and endless pain is still coming from the eyes.

Keranfang Nan still can't care so much.

His heart was filled with hatred.

He knew that he was definitely no match for the Night King.

The only thing he can rely on is this that made him such an unknown person.

According to the Night King, the ominousness of "River of Tears" is contagious through the eyes.

Just let him catch a glimpse of the Night King.

Just one glance is enough.

He didn't expect to make the Night King bleed to death, but at least he had to pay a little.

Unfortunately, this is also a luxury.

The moment the dyer man opened his eyes, a red light flashed in the hands of the Night King, and his eyes had been burned into coke.

The blood and tears are still there, but the medium "eyes" that spread the "river of blood and tears" still does not exist.

This is the most effective way to deal with "River of Blood and Tears".

That's why the Night King said "River of Tears" is the easiest to deal with.

"The weak will always be weak, and it is impossible to impress the strong."

The Night King smiled cruelly, and pointed at the man in the dye house.

Numerous red lights erupted from the dyehouse man's body.

These red lights are like sharp knives, cutting on the man in the dyeing workshop.

In a blink of an eye, he had been cut into countless pieces.

These fragments scattered all over the ground in a strange pattern, blending with the blood on the ground.

Suddenly, a ray of red light surged, and a magic circle emerged from the blood water, driving all the fragments and spinning.

A whirlpool of blood suddenly rose from the ground.

In the center of this vortex, a serpentine part rises slowly.

"This is... a sacrificial vessel!"

The mechanical unicorn arm looked at the snake-shaped part in shock, trembling slightly.

"That's right. That's why I pay special attention to him. He is the container I use to cultivate a new type of sacrificial vessel. This new type of sacrificial vessel is very important to me. I can't let him die in the hands of others." Night King As he spoke, he took the snake-shaped sacrificial vessel into his hand.

Although the mechanical unicorn arm doesn't understand the mysteries of these sacrificial vessels, it can also feel that this new type of sacrificial vessel is very different from the ones he has come into contact with before, and its power meditation is much stronger.

The strong sacrificial power above almost turned into substance, giving birth to the spirit of sacrifice.

"You can see it." The Night King said with a chuckle, "It's too troublesome to collect sacrificial vessels. They may be destroyed at any time. We have to wait for new sacrificial vessels to be generated. This is too inefficient."

"So, I came up with this method: destroy all the sacrificial vessels, fuse the power of all the sacrificial vessels, and create the most powerful super sacrificial vessel in history. Solve all problems at once." The Night King looked at the snake-shaped part in his hand and shook it Shaking his head, "Unfortunately, he died too early. This new type of sacrificial vessel has not been cultivated yet, and it can only fuse the power of twelve sacrificial vessels for the time being. I need to find another container."

Hearing the words, the mechanical unicorn arm was not enough to tighten the whole body.

The Night King took good care of him, no worse than the dyer boy.

He used to think that the King of the Night was so good against his opponents, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Thinking that he would end up like Ranfang Nan, even the mechanical unicorn arm, which was as cold as a robot, couldn't help feeling panic.

"You don't have to worry. Your value is still above the container."

The words of the King of the Night put the mechanical unicorn arm at ease temporarily, but it has new worries.

What exactly does the Night King want him to do?
"Don't worry, the answer will be revealed soon."

Fucheng No.18 farmers market.

Looking at the lively scene of people coming and going, Shi Nianyin felt a little headache.

"Master, are you sure this is where we are going?"

"Don't doubt your master casually."

Shen Lang tapped Shi Nianyin's forehead, pointed to a passerby who passed by them, and said, "Who do you think he is?"

"A passerby." Shi Nianyin said casually, "Maybe he went out to make soy sauce."

"You are the one here to make soy sauce." Shen Lang squeezed Shi Nianyin's cheek, and said, "You can see clearly. Based on your perception and concentration, you can still see it."

(End of this chapter)