Why had he clearly escaped one disaster, yet still been unable to escape the fate of death?
Liu Siming could not understand it even in death.
The most painful thing in the world was nothing more than having the hope of life within arm's reach, only to miss it by a hair.
In the final moment of his life, Liu Siming had experienced the greatest ups and downs life had to offer. That was far more cruel and painful than simply taking his life.
He had clearly been just a tiny step away from surviving.
Ye Qin found it somewhat amusing.
Why?
What had those kidnapped people done wrong? They, too, wanted to ask why they had been forced to suffer such a fate.
Although he was no saint, when it came to this sort of evildoer, if he could deal with them along the way, he naturally had no objection to doing so.
Besides, Ye Qin had just mastered Illusionary Divine Power, so these people happened to make perfect test subjects.
It killed two birds with one stone.
At that moment, as he watched the snake crawl toward him, along with the humanlike mockery in its slit pupils, Liu Siming thought of many things.
How could an ordinary snake possibly possess such tremendous strength, even piercing through his chest?
It seemed that even the white bones were at its beck and call.
Blood stained the snake's scales, making it look somewhat demonic. Half emerald and half ink-black, the scales nevertheless seemed almost holy beneath the moonlight.
Two contradictory qualities had fused together.
The Buddhist Sect also had wrathful Vajra guardians.
For some reason, Liu Siming suddenly thought of the "Grandpa Mountain God" that little girl had mentioned.
They had seen this snake at the very beginning as well. It