"Are you two trying to pull an insurance scam on me?"
Li Su was somewhat dazed, his face full of suspicion as he looked at the two before him in confusion.
Their condition was simply too real. Whether it was Brocade-Furred Rat sprawled on the ground, vomiting his heart and spilling his blood, or Daoist Kongkong, who looked as though even his insides were being torn apart, Li Su was left speechless.
External injuries, honestly, were not frightening.
After reaching True Immortal, the world was the foundation; the flesh was merely an outward manifestation.
The problem was that these two had not suffered external injuries.
What they were displaying now was a problem within their internal worlds—something exceedingly terrifying had happened, and in the uttermost ruin, it had been reflected outward from within.
Thus, what was breaking down was not their bodies, but their worlds.
Li Su could even see that in the blood they vomited and spilled, great quantities of fallen Dao rhythms had gathered. There were ruined chapters within, twisted to an extreme degree, as though crushed beneath overwhelming force. Their structures had completely rotted away, beyond repair; they could only be expelled and cultivated anew.
To call something like this an act, an insurance scam—Li Su truly hesitated. He could not help recalling a scene from his previous life, when he had passed through some place and seen someone lie down beneath a car. Unfortunately, the driver had not seen him and really ran him over. That scene had not only become Li Su's nightmare in his youth, but had also made him thoroughly realize that the insurance-scam business was a specialized high-risk profession—one with fucking low pay that could genuinely get you killed.
If this was an insurance scam, then they could only be called far