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"Hmph. The Five Directions Yin Demons, the Five Directions Yin Demons... Do they really think this thing is so easy to cultivate?" Tang Changsheng sneered, though he had to admire anyone willing to refine them. Who would practice a demonic art that was cruel to others and even crueler to oneself?
What he did not know was that, at that very moment, a temple somewhere in Lower River had been stained red with blood.
Blood had been poured over the once-solemn Buddha statue, leaving it mottled with stains. The whole hall looked like hell on earth!
Only one figure occupied the hall: a strange man covered in blood, red muscle and white fat exposed. He sat cross-legged, screaming as he peeled away his own flesh and skin bit by bit.
"Tang Changsheng, you did this to me..." he cried, his voice so wretched that he sounded like a malicious ghost in hell.
"Tang Changsheng, you did this to me. Once I've cultivated the Five Directions Yin Demons, I'll kill you..."
"Holy Shepherd. That damned Holy Shepherd..."
He kept shouting to vent his pain. Beside him lay five or six people who could not move a muscle. Only their eyes could still turn, and as they watched, those eyes filled with terror.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Hahaha! Look at me. Being skinned isn't all that painful, is it? I've just peeled mine off. Come, come, lend me your skin for a while. I'm sure you won't object, will you?"
Their terror deepened. They desperately tried to beg for mercy, but could only make muffled noises without getting a word out.
The man gave a strange laugh. "You're not saying