The wheels crushed the dead bones half-buried in the sand, making a tooth-piercing crunch.
The space in the carriage was spacious, but at the moment it was filled with the strong smell of blood and the bitter aroma of herbs. Qian Dagui huddled in the corner, holding tightly the already dim Golden Whistle in his hand, his fat face twitching from time to time as the carriage bumped.
Fang Mo was lying on the soft couch in the center, staring blankly at the rosewood carvings on the roof of the car.
It's really quiet.
The Prison Suppressor inside the body that is always noisy and noisy on weekdays is now as dead and silent as a real tomb.
[Ember Vein Burning Emotion]Divine Treasury's sequelae were more overbearing than expected. All emotions - whether it was the pleasure of killing a powerful enemy, the fear of life and death, or the anger of this damn world, were completely extracted.
He is now like a precision doll that can still breathe.
His thinking was terrifyingly clear, and every thought was like a blade sliding on the ice, without a trace of warmth.
"Boss, drink some water."
Qian Dagui came over and carefully handed over a leather bag.
Fang Mo opened his mouth mechanically and allowed the warm water to slide into his throat.
The water flows through the esophagus and falls into the never-full Stomach Sac. The divine power of [Rotten Sac Returning to Truth] resides there. Once any substance enters, it will be instantly decomposed into the purest energy.
A warm current arose, but it could not warm his heart that had stopped beating.
"Can't stop."
Old Yan A hoarse voice came from the shadows of the car.
The old soldier was sitting cross-legged near the car door, using a rag soaked in strong alcohol to wipe the shocking collapsed wound on Iron Bull's chest.
Iron Bull was unconscious, occasionally making low hums, and his chest rose and fell weakly.
"That line is still there."
Old Yan raised his cloudy eyes and pointed at Fang Mo's right rib, "Then Old Bald Donkey has not given up. You robbed his lifeline and destroyed his comfort zone. Even if you chase him to the ends of the world, this cause and effect cannot be broken."
Fang Mo Look down.
In his field of vision [Netherworld Ghost Eye], a Karma Threads that was only as thick as a chopstick but emitted a rich golden light was penetrating the carriage wall and connecting straight to his Liver.
This golden line is not only a road sign, but more like a conduit.
A steady stream of sadness is passing along this thread from the distant Great Thunderclap Temple Ruins. It is the wail of an old dog who has lost his home, his faith, and his future.
If Fang Mo were not in the Sage State of "Absolute Rationality" at the moment, just this sadness pouring back would be enough to make him kill himself with a knife.
"He's sucking my 'sorrow'."
When Fang Mo spoke, his voice was so smooth that there was no fluctuation.
"It's not just sucking, it's also positioning." Old Yan threw the rag aside Copper Basin, and the blood in the basin instantly turned black. "As long as this thread continues, no matter how we run, in his eyes, we will be like blind men holding torches in the dark night."
"Then break it."
Li Mingyue was leaning against the car window, her face as pale as paper. The Spring Embroidered Saber in her hand had been sheathed, but that hand never left the handle.
"It can't be broken." Old Yan shook his head, "This is the cause and effect of God King level, unless Lord Fang's liver is dug out and returned to him, or..."
"Or try another way and hide it."
Fang Mo interrupted Old Yan.
He slowly sat up. His movements were stiff and his bones made cracking sounds.
Now that the emotions are gone, use reason to solve the problem.
Since sadness can be sensed, then use something more domineering and unreasonable to wrap up this sadness.
Fang Mo put his hand into his arms and did not take out any objects. Instead, he sunk his thoughts into his body.
There, in addition to the four Divine Treasurys that have been opened, there is also a terrifying force that has just been swallowed and has not yet been fully digested.
Great Qian National Fortune Sin Dragon's Grievance Qi.
Because this Grievance Qi was too complex and sinister, his body instinctively rejected it from Five Viscera, like a group of homeless ghosts running around in his meridians.
"Waste utilization."
Fang Mo These four words flashed through my mind.
He mobilized the Kidney Water power of [Hui Chuanliu Desire] and turned it into big black hands, wildly fishing for those scattered Sin Dragon Grudge Qi in the meridians.
Capture, compress, knead.
This process is extremely painful. It's like someone is pulling a wire brush back and forth in the blood vessels.
But Fang Mo didn't even blink.
He forced all the Sin Dragon Grudge Qi he collected into the Liver Viscera Temple under his right rib.
The originally blue-grey Sorrowful Mist God King was comfortably nestled among the Liver Palace, but was suddenly doused by the smelly, sticky, and cursed black Grievance Qi.
Zizzizi--!
Black smoke billows from the Liver Palace.
God King instinctively wanted to resist, but was suppressed by Fang Mo's cold will.
"Put it on."
Fang Mo ordered in his heart.
He manipulated those Grievance Qis, as if painting God Kings, applying them layer by layer on top of Sorrow Mists.
Cyan is covered with black.
Sadness is wrapped in resentment.
When the golden Karma Threads connected to the distance came into contact with the "shell" composed of this layer of Sin Dragon Grudge Qi, it was like a red-hot soldering iron being inserted into a manure pit, and it made a sharp explosion.
Collapse.
Although the line was not broken, the light dimmed instantly.
That constant sense of positioning disappeared.
"It's done."
Fang Mo took a long breath of Turbid Qi. The breath contained a strong rancid smell that made Qian Dagui roll his eyes.
"Boss, what does this smell like? It's stronger than my foot wrap that hasn't been washed for hundreds of years." Qian Dagui pinched his nose, but couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
The feeling of being watched that had been weighing on my heart was finally gone.
"Corpse Odor."
Fang Mo replied lightly and lay down again, "I want to sleep for a while. When you get to the pass, call me."
He didn't explain much.
Use Sin Dragon Grudge Qi to block Liver Palace. This is just a temporary measure.
This is like spreading a layer of poison on a wound to stop bleeding. The bleeding is stopped, but the flesh is also rotten.
But it doesn't matter.
As long as he could return to Divine Capital alive and return to the base camp full of Sins and prisoners, he would have many ways to remove this layer of rotten flesh.
The wheels rolled and headed east.
The night was like ink, completely engulfing this lonely carriage.
Only in the wind, there were occasional muffled coughs, which were Old Yan vomiting blood.
There are also those faint cries, which are the aggrieved whimpering of the forcibly sealed Sorrowful Mist God King, wrapped in Grievance Qi.