I'm a killer with no emotions

"Your Majesty, you deserve it!"

Huo Chen ignored the little emperor's tears, and cut his ankle with a knife, convulsed his hamstring, broke one of his toes, and handed it to the priest in white.

There are many priests in Da Yue, but the only one who is qualified to be called the high priest is the one from Zhan Xingge.

This young priest was sent by the high priest to help Huo Chen when he came out of the Xingxing Pavilion.

After all, those [-] resentful souls are related to the national destiny of Dayue, and it is impossible for the Xingxing Pavilion to ignore them.

The priest glanced at Ning Zhe who was twitching all over, and began to chant the incantation.

An ancient and mysterious formation slowly spread out from under Ning Zhe's body, emitting a faint red light.

Ning Zhe's severed toe was stripped of flesh and blood, exposing the snow-white bones, which gradually formed a wine bottle shape and landed in the center of the formation.

Blood dripped from Ning Zhe's fleshy and turned out ankle, fell into the bone bottle, twisted and wriggled, and was slowly absorbed.

——The little emperor is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, being hung on a post, about to drain every drop of blood in his body.

Huo Chen suddenly felt irritable, and turned to ask the priest, "How long will it take to fill the bone jar?"

"one day one Night."

At least one day and one night's blood must be shed to feed the hundred thousand resentful souls, not even a moment.

Huo Chen's eyebrows and eyes were cold, he looked at the blood slowly gathering under Ning Zhe's feet, and said nothing.

Ning Zhe's pale lips trembled slightly.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of being tortured like this.

With a crying voice, he asked in his heart [No. 67, has the money risen? 】

Number 67 was staring at the bubbling wound on his ankle.

If Ning Zhe hadn't been for the remnant pulse of the gods who had shed so much blood, his life would have been gone long ago.

No. 67 spoke back to him, his voice was cold, and he seemed a little indifferent [Rising, one or two]

Ning Zhe wanted to cry, but in fact, he did cry.

Mao'er's big eyes were full of mist, full of despair, which made people feel distressed.

No. 67 thought about it and asked him 【It's still early, are you watching TV】

Ning Zhe choked, closed his eyes【Look】

In Huo Chen's eyes, the little emperor passed out from the pain.

But only No. 67 knows that he is watching the childish wolf catching the sheep, and he enjoys watching it with great interest, even the pain of cramp and broken bones can be ignored.

Simply insane.

If the blood continues to flow like this, before the blood is drained, he is afraid that he will die of pain first.

No. 67 looked at Ning Zhe's two crippled ankles, remained silent for a long time, and then activated the pain shielding system for him.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask, when No. 67 said coldly [Pain shielding, ten taels of silver a day, no deception, no counter-offering]

Ning Zhe blinked and shook his head 【Expensive, don't】

[...] No. 67 gritted his teeth [the first half-price experience]

Ning Zhe still shook his head, he wanted to find Xuanxuan as soon as possible.

No. 67 is angry [No money! 】

Ning Zhe finally agreed, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth 【Thank you】

Looking at the energy he had accumulated with great difficulty, No. 67 was so heartbroken that he was bleeding.

He is obviously an abuse value collection system, why should he spend energy to help the host shield the pain, or go to him himself!

Fortunately, after shielding the pain, Ning Zhe didn't have to suffer so much. He should be able to live longer and earn back energy for him.

Time flies, day and night passed, and the bone bottle gradually filled with blood, overflowing.

The priest recited an incomprehensible incantation, and in an instant, the formation was filled with red light, and the blood in the bone vase, like the sinful tea, suddenly bloomed at the feet of the little emperor, rushing towards the cloud of gloomy black mist entrenched in the sky above the white jade pillar .

The black mist let out a shrill scream, and the countless ferocious faces disappeared instantly, turning into wisps of bright red mist.

Under the guidance of the priest, the mist slowly approached the little emperor, penetrated from his forehead, twisted and gathered little by little, and turned into a small mole between the little emperor's eyebrows.

It was as red as blood, as if it was about to drip.

Huo Chen frowned slightly, and then he heard the priest say: "One day when the soul is imprinted between the eyebrows, he will be tortured and will not be at peace for a moment, until his soul is gone."

"General, this is the price of sacrifice."