Looking at the pale man dancing, a man with a scar on his face couldn't help but interrupt, with a suspicious tone. "Brother, let's put aside the oiran Runbulun for now... With your face looking like this, are you sure you're fine? You're not being sucked dry, right?"
The pale man waved his hands indifferently, and even had a proud smile on his face, "This is all a small problem! Listen to me! The key is that the new courtesan is not only very skilled, but also gives an extra high-end Blood Food every time he finishes!"
"The longer you persist, the more you will receive! That is a great supplement!"
On the side, another person frowned and recalled, "Why did I hear people say that there is something wrong with the oiran herself? It seems that she is also Evil Soul Master. It is said that she is... a saint?"
"In short, I am practicing the Harvesting way. There were a few talented people who just came here and started playing without knowing anything. When they came out, they were all skinny and disfigured. Soul Power plummeted. Are you sure you are not a swindler?"
As he said that, several people's suspicious eyes once again fell on the pale man's thin figure.
Faced with suspicion, the pale man sneered disdainfully and looked around. The pale man grabbed a Evil Soul Master passing by, and then clasped his five fingers. The passing Evil Soul Master exploded, and the smell of blood filled the air. The pale man clenched his fingers, and the exploded flesh began to condense. Then the blood all over his body turned into several blood lines, and the pale man opened his mouth. Swallowing it into the body, in the blink of an eye, the pale man's shriveled and pale cheeks became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breath recovered a lot. He threw the garbage aside, the pale man wiped the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "Did you see? I just sucked in some Soul Power yang energy! I am a dignified Soul Saint! I can make up for it by just finding some Blood Food!"
"The oiran has reached the Soul King level. How much can she suck? After all, I have made a profit from the Blood Food she gave me! No matter how much I calculate, I won't lose!"
Several people looked at his rapid recovery and looked at each other. After thinking about it carefully... it seemed... that it really made sense? But why did it always feel like something was wrong?
Everyone was thinking, but the pale man chuckled and said, "It's too late for you to want to go now. The oiran is now the number one, accepting guests every day, without rest from morning to night. "After all, giving it directly to Blood Food is much more than soul coins, and the appointment has been scheduled for two months! I heard that I have to rest for a few days recently and stop accepting guests... Anyway, you have no chance in the past few months."
Everyone was speechless for a moment, but they kept an eye on it. After all, if they could really get Blood Food for free, it wouldn't be impossible to go there.
At the center of the topic of the tavern, deep in the deformed building called "Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion", in a room filled with rich powder and strange smell,--
A figure was lying on the bed, seemingly resting. At this moment, the door was violently pushed open, and four tall and burly figures filed in, none other than Ji Family Four Brothers.
Ji Da walked to the bed and looked at the white, soft, obviously female body on the bed. A trace of amusement flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the messy long hair that seemed to be female at the moment, and roughly lifted the person on the bed. The face was exposed to the dim light, with delicate features., the skin can be broken by blows, but the eyes are empty and lifeless, as if they have lost all focus, leaving only numbness. Ji Da looked at it and marveled. "I have to say, I gave you this Painted Skin, you are really lifelike when you dress up as a woman, but I still like your original appearance."
The eyes of the person being lifted moved slightly, but his vision was still blurry and there was no response.
Ji Da seemed to feel bored, and clasped the woman's face with his other hand, then grabbed it and tore it apart hard, "Tsk!"
There was a sound like leather being torn, and a special piece of human skin that completely covered the whole body was peeled off from the body, and then thrown aside casually. Under the skin, a thin and pale male body was revealed, and that face...
Naturally it's Tang San.
Ji Da smacked his lips, glanced at Tang San, and shook his head. "What a pity for such a good skin and talent... If Cult Master hadn't had strict orders, I would have really wanted to spend more time with you."
As he spoke, he threw Tang San to the other people behind him like he was carrying a dead dog. "We have an hour to clean him up, change his clothes, and then send him back to Quiet Chamber underground in Main Altar."
"Cult Master ordered him to rest for the next few days and no one is allowed to disturb him. Do you understand?"
"Yes, big brother!" The other three people responded in unison, but with a bit of excitement. After all, it only lasts for an hour, so there is plenty of time!
An hour later, Tang San, who was cleaned and put on clean clothes, was promptly thrown into a silent Stone Chamber deep underground in Holy Spirit Cult Main Altar.
The stone door slammed shut, cutting off all sounds from the outside world.
Tang San lay on the ground like a dead dog, his consciousness almost dissipated in endless numbness. However, at the moment when his consciousness was about to completely sink into darkness--
A cold and majestic voice, which seemed to resound directly from the depths of his soul, exploded. "Sixth Sea God Trial, completed."
Buzz!
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As if he had been briefly purified, Tang San's essence, derived from the fragments of Divine Sense, forced his consciousness to awaken in extreme pain under the interference of God Trial. Then, a tsunami of memory fragments washed away the rational dam he had managed to maintain. In the past three months, the ultimate insult was more unbearable than hell and more twisted than nightmares. Every detail was like a red-hot iron, wolf-hot on his soul, "Ah!!!"
Silent roars echoed in his consciousness, hatred, madness, resentment... Countless extreme emotions almost burst his soul. All of this! It's all the fault of the original body!
If the main body hadn't separated him, if the main body hadn't been free and easy in the Divine Realm, allowing him to endure this suffering and humiliation, why would he be like this?!
Why did you have to endure this inhuman torture?!
Lower Realm Tang San's resentment grew crazily, and then, under the anchoring emotion, he pointed firmly at the glorious body of the Divine Realm!
At this moment, Lower Realm Tang San's consciousness is further distorted, and the soul begins to transform and sublimate in a strange way, heading towards a higher level>