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Jiasheng Yuanzhi did not resist on purpose. Ethan had a ferocious expression, veins appeared on his forehead, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and he gasped heavily: "Just kill you...kill you!" That guy can accept me!"

Jiasheng Yuanzhi's eyes flashed, and luck was on his side. The man in front of him knew who was behind the disaster. Judging from his words, although he was lucky enough to hide in this food storage room, The black hand behind the scenes didn't want his life right away, but Ethan couldn't stand it and wanted to join the opponent's camp.

But those who can choose to use the whole earth to sacrifice to the outer gods, I am afraid that they can no longer think with the thinking of normal people. Will not let him go.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi waited patiently for a while. Ethan seemed to be very excited, and his words were broken and messy. He didn't spit out any more information he wanted, so the burgundy-haired boy used his magic power to break away from Ethan. Sen's confinement, backhand beat the man to the ground, so that Ethan's face was on the ground and he couldn't move.

"Who is that guy you mentioned just now? Tell him his name!" Yoshinori Fuchinoue shouted coldly. At the same time, the force he exerted on Ethan's body increased, and the white male who fell to the ground howled in pain, "Ahhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, it's Paul! He controls the entire space station and wants to kill us all!"

"Lie!" Yoshio Fuchinoue calmly pointed out the loophole in Ethan's mouth, "If Paul really wants to kill you all, why would you still want to sacrifice my life to join him?"

Ethan is not the opponent of Jiasheng on the Abyss. With the support of the magic power, Ethan soon became unable to struggle anymore. He cried with tears all over his face and wailed vaguely: "Because, because Paul said, as long as we are willing to kill Losing a person, using the other person as a sacrifice, can be forgiven, I was too cowardly, I missed the first opportunity, in order not to be killed, I can only hide here..."

"Could it be that they can't come in?" Jiasheng Yuanzhi asked with a frown.

"I destroyed the door, but this way I can't get out too... I'm going crazy. If I had known that I would be left alone in this ghost place, I might as well have made up my mind to join Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Ethan was very miserable, for a big man to act like this, it was inevitable that people would feel pity.

[Sesame stuffed rice balls: He's lying. 】

[The world's number one detective: No, part of what he is telling is the truth, and part of him is lying. 】

[Hei Ni in the world: I suggest Xiao Jiasheng that you don't trust this guy, if you soften your heart, the result will be very miserable. 】

"Okay, I believe you." Jiasheng Yuanzhi said so, but before Ethan could show his grateful expression, he looked down at the white man and said coldly: "But you have to tell me the statue that Paul believes in." What is the name of the god?"

"I-I don't know!"

Ethan stammered.

"You're lying." Yoshio Fuchinoue snapped off Ethan's index finger, "I suggest you tell me, because Paul won't kill you now, but I will."

Ethan was still hesitating, but the burgundy-haired boy had already snapped off his second finger.

Ethan, who is engaged in mechanical repair work, has always taken good care of his fingers. After all, they are tools for him to eat. Now that his fingers are connected to his heart, the severe pain and the fear of the good life on the bottom have overwhelmed the fear of Paul. Ethan In desperation, he spit out: "It's the Emerald Lord!"

Yoshio Fuchinoue got the information he wanted as he wished, but at the same time, the god mentioned has already cast his gaze here.

Dark blood flowed out of Jiasheng Yuanzhi's eyes, ears and nostrils, flowing down his face like a spring, his heart was beating violently, as if he was about to burst his chest and jump to the ground Suddenly, the scenery in front of him turned bright red.

He could feel that his reason was passing by rapidly, and there were countless babbles echoing in his mind, like an out-of-tune magnificent movement, and there seemed to be fresh green flames emerging in front of his eyes, and those flames formed One after another, the villains danced and flew towards him, the figure of those fiery villains getting closer, and the chaotic singing became louder and louder, as if the soul of Jiasheng on the abyss was about to be dug out of his body by these ravings, Then it was kneaded into a ball of mud by invisible hands.

The outer god cast a gaze on himself, and Jiasheng Yuanzhi was very aware of this at the moment, but even if he realized it, he still couldn't break free from the ravings echoing in his mind, those words that could not be uttered with his tongue and throat at all. The babbling was like a sharp thorn, constantly burrowing into Jiasheng's temple on the abyss.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi fully understood the feeling of Gojo Satoru last week. He obviously wanted to resist, but he couldn't resist. He could only watch his sanity disappear. This feeling was too painful—especially It's Gojo Satoru's arrogant and arrogant personality. He was already very crazy, so it's no wonder that in order to resist pollution, he directly blew up his eyes and exchanged his sense of pain for his sanity.

"Hmm!" Jiasheng Yuanzhi forced his eyes to fixate on the bullet screens that flashed past quickly, so as to divert his attention, even if it was only for a second, it would be enough to gain mobility for himself!

His fingers, as stiff as a stone statue, moved slightly amidst the bullet screens that popped up to care about him, and Fuchinoue, who had gained a short breath, closed his teeth without hesitation, and bit his tongue hard !

The severe pain made Jiasheng Fuchinoue regain more control, but he could feel that his sanity was still disappearing rapidly, and everything he was doing now was just a futile struggle.

"Ha." The burgundy-haired boy sneered, and without hesitation he pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, and chose to cut his own throat again.

He fell into the darkness with severe pain, and when the vision of Jiasheng Yuanzhang came back, he returned to the time point before the teleportation.

The cold air on the ground cut his cheeks and neck like a knife blade. Jiasheng Fuchinogami stroked his throat tremblingly, panting heavily, waiting for the severe pain and coldness of death to gradually subside.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi's mouth still seemed to be filled with a fishy and sweet rusty smell. He collected himself and activated the teleportation array again.