"Grandpa, don't be excited." Wuqi looked up, squeezed out a smile, and explained with a sincere expression: "I'm not robbing your pill, I'm just helping you identify which one is the restore pill."

After saying this, Wuqi stopped talking. He picked up a pill, dug down a small piece of less than one percent of it and put it in his mouth, tasted it carefully, and waited for the endless "bang" sound in his body and hundreds of cracks appeared in his internal organs before he put the pill in his other hand.

In this hand, there were five pills lying, each of which was radiant, extremely bright and beautiful, but they were all poisons that could kill people in an instant. After Wuqi put the sixth poison into it, he picked up the seventh pill without hesitation.

This was a painful process. Although Wuqi's feeling at this time was much better than when the blue Qi had not appeared at the beginning, and he could hardly feel any unbearable severe pain. However, his body was constantly weak, and the cold sweat on his forehead rolled down, almost instantly, his face wet.

Wuqi knew that this was a sign of a toxic attack. If it weren't for too much toxicity and too strong toxicity, it wouldn't have made the body so weak. Because there was a powerful and mysterious blue energy in his body, it was the foundation for his ability to resurrect from the dead and create miracles many times.

But if one poison is used, the blue gas can be easily dealt with. If the toxicity of two poisons occurs at the same time, the anti-toxic efficiency of the blue gas will be significantly reduced. If the three poisons are used, the anti-toxic efficiency of the blue gas will be greatly reduced.

If the four poisons go down, the blue gas will probably not have time to expel the poison and will be swallowed by a large number of poisons. The five poisons will probably completely defeat the blue gas, but it will not completely destroy the blue gas. However, if there are six poisons, the added toxicity will definitely do this. In other words, the six are the limits of your body at this time.

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi knew that he was about to lose his life. He quickly looked up and stuffed six pills that had been identified as poison into Guishouqian's hand, saying, "Grandpa, these six pills are all poisons, please keep them."

After saying this, he put the seventh pill in his hand that he had not had time to taste back in his palm and temporarily stopped his plan to continue tasting. At the same time, Wuqi clenched his fists, and his expression instantly became extremely solemn, as if he was waiting for a terrible crisis to come. He was extremely nervous, but in addition to being nervous, there was still a trace of firmness that no one could shake.

Ghost Hand Qian Bu understood what Wuqi was doing? Isn’t he trying to taste the poison for himself? Why didn’t he continue after only six of them?

As soon as I thought about this, Guishou Qian's eyes became confused and looked at Wuqi in confusion, and couldn't help but ask: "You..."

"ah……"

But as soon as he said a word, he was interrupted by a heart-wrenching scream. This was the sound made by Wuqi. The scream was particularly hoarse, but it was extremely harsh, making Ghost Shou Qian feel very uncomfortable when he heard it.

Wuqi's expression was extremely painful at this time, his facial features were completely distorted, his lips were black, his eyes were filled with dense bloodshot, and his face was pale like a dead person.

His teeth were bitten and giggled, and his fists were clenched and strands of blood flowed out. Every position on his body was trembling, and every area was pounding, and the shocking sound of internal organ bursts kept coming.

"It turns out that he stopped deliberately because he knew that his toxic attack was happening and he couldn't stand it for a while."

It was not until this time that Ghost Hand Qian finally realized and subconsciously talked to himself.

At this moment, he could see that Wuqi was persevering. Wuqi was trying to use his willpower to persevere and prevent him from falling down. Ghost Hand didn't know how tenacious this willpower was, but he could tell from Wuqi's expression and the symptoms of the toxicity of several poisons in his body at this time that it must be very terrible.

Otherwise, Wuqi would have died long ago. Because at this time, Wuqi no longer looked like a person. From a distance, he looked more like a monster with a hideous appearance and a terrifying look. There were high blue veins rising up in every position on his body, jumping violently, like countless earthworms squirming at high speed at the same time, both tortureting and destroying the soul.

Seeing this scene, Ghost Hand couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. This kind of torture is definitely not something that ordinary people can tolerate.

Not to mention ordinary people, even practitioners may not be able to tolerate it, and even the powerful people in the Holy Realm may not be able to bear it. Because, at this moment, he could clearly feel the toxicity that tear a human soul into pieces from Wuqi.

He actually endured this torture for me...

Realizing this, Ghost Hand couldn't help but feel a little moved, but he never expected that this was just the beginning, and what moved him was far more than that.

After five minutes of screaming and endurance, Wuqi finally recovered from the hell-like torture. He completely waited for the moment when the blue energy in his body cleared all the toxicity. But as soon as he recovered, he picked up the seventh pill and tasted it without saying a word. He had no intention of rest at all, and did not give himself any time to breathe.

This made the ghost hand move.

I don’t have much interaction with him, but for me, he can even want his own life. This child is so kind.

Seeing this, Ghost Hand Qian couldn't help but sigh.

Not long after, the screams came as scheduled. Wuqi tasted six more pills. Unfortunately, his luck was really bad, all of them were poisons. He had to endure the torture like hell again, and his painful soul almost collapsed. However, Wuqi didn't complain, and he had no regrets. He always insisted on it, using his beliefs and willpower to stick to his original intention.

After repeated this many times, he finally succeeded. On the penultimate white pill, he tasted a feeling different from other pills. This feeling was extremely wonderful, like a feeling of a hot spring flowing through his heart. It actually cleared all the poison in his body in an instant, and instantly eliminated all the severe pain in his body, which was magical and incredible.

"Grandpa! This is the restoration pill!"

The next moment, Wuqi made a judgment, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly. At the same time, he put the restoration pill in Guishouqian's hand without hesitation. Then, he turned around and left here, his expression became depressed again, trying to find a place without anyone, and break it off on his own, so that he could accompany his relatives and friends who had left him first.

Ghost Hand Qian noticed something wrong with Wuqi and asked hurriedly: "Slow down! Don't leave. Boy, where are you going?"

"Me?" Wuqi responded without replying.

"Yes. Where are you going?" Ghost Handan nodded and asked.

"Go home." Wuqi still didn't look back and continued to move forward step by step. His expression became more depressed and his mood became more negative. He had no intention of paying attention to the matter of Ghost Hands anymore, but just a mechanical answer.

"It's really just going home?" Ghost Hand Qian asked again.

"Yes." Wuqi nodded.

Then, he stopped talking. No matter what Ghost Hand Qian asked, he turned a deaf ear to him, as if he hadn't heard it, and walked forward step by step. Not long after, he walked to the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain. As long as he took another step forward, he would immediately fall off the cliff and fall directly from here into the most terrifying layer of Jubao Mountain, the dark world.

On that floor, there are things that even exist like Perot, such as space cracks, hundreds of space cracks can not only absorb human physical strength, but also extract human souls. Wuqi stood by the cliff, quietly looking at the black hole under the cliff, and instantly had the idea of ​​jumping down.

Yes! This is the best place for me to break myself! As long as I jump down, I will definitely not be resurrected. Because hundreds of black vortexes will destroy my soul. Even if I can be resurrected, I will die again at the moment of resurrection. This cycle will be equivalent to death. Not bad. It’s here!

Realizing this, Wuqi suddenly smiled. He finally felt relieved and found his own home. The layer below was the only place that could free him and the most suitable method of liberation.

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi raised his foot and took it out without hesitation. As soon as his body left the cliff, he immediately fell rapidly like a meteorite falling from the sky.

However, just when he thought he was about to fall into a permanent sleep and never had to wake up again, and was burdened by too much responsibility and burden, a vague figure suddenly appeared, flashing from the edge of the cliff, rushed directly under him in an instant, pushing himself up heavily, pushing himself back from mid-air back to the edge of the cliff above the top of the mountain.

At the same time, the figure shook slightly, and actually followed him up, and appeared in front of him in an instant.

Wuqi looked at the visitor and suddenly became stupid. His eyes suddenly stared like copper bells. He couldn't believe his eyes. The person in front of him was not a stranger, but the ghost hand Qian who had just separated from him not long ago.

Isn’t Ghost Hand Qian an ordinary person? But can the actions just now be done by an ordinary person?

Suddenly realizing this, Wuqi was stunned for a moment. His whole body was like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture, standing there motionless, his mind was blank, and he forgot about suicide and liberation. At this moment, he felt as if he was dead. Everything he saw in front of him was a dream, a dream that would never wake up.

Otherwise, how can I explain the trick that Ghost Hand Qian just revealed?

The next moment, he couldn't help but talk to himself in his heart.

Ghost Hand Qian knew what Wuqi was thinking at this time and understood why he was so surprised, but he did not rush to explain. Instead, he came to Wuqi near a few steps, raised his hand and slapped Wuqi heavily, "Pan!" He directly used the tone of the elders teaching the younger generation a lesson, and scolded him angry and sternly: "Boy! How old are you!

I am less than thirty, just thinking about committing suicide! Are you still a young man? I have lived a long life and I don’t feel that I have lived enough. You want to be lighter at a young age? You are too irresponsible to yourself! It’s such a nonsense!”

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