Test Everyone's Methods

"You absolutely have to hang in there. I'll be leaving first."

As Qin Xi said this, he was already walking off into the distance.

At that moment, although the Mediocre Death God wanted to open his mouth, in his heart, he had truly grown afraid of all the various methods they had mentioned.

But right now, he truly refused to give up. He hoped he could endure one wave of torture instruments after another.

But Di Qun looked at Qirui and said to him, "You try first. If it doesn't work after you're done, let me have a go. I'm very interested."

Qirui looked at Di Qun and said to him, "Don't worry, Big Brother Di Qun. If our side can't do it, I'll definitely let you try."

When these people said this, it was as if they were having an extremely ordinary chat. They did not take the Mediocre Death God's life or death seriously at all. They only wanted to see whose methods were more brilliant, as if it were some kind of competition.

Daoist Yangmei also immediately said with great excitement, "All this time, I've had a few very interesting medicines on hand too. When you all can't do it, I'll come and give them a try."

The sound of these people talking had already grown farther and farther from his side, because they had already walked toward the exit. It sounded just like an ordinary conversation, drifting farther and farther away.

And the Death God felt that, at this moment, he was truly getting closer and closer to death. He had not expected these people, who usually seemed so kind, to be so ruthless at heart.

He felt that his life had truly been terribly tragic. Even when he was by the Masked Man's side, the