There was a scary big hole in his chest, but he was still supporting it and changing his body shape.
The tenacious will shown in order to survive made countless people gasp.
At this time, he threw out the talisman again with both hands, but now the talisman was filled with a sense of powerlessness.
The injuries on his body were too severe and his breath was blocked, making it difficult for him to function normally.
Even taking a step was quite difficult. It was a miracle that he could still cast the spell forcefully.
Stepping forward, the talismans were hovering in the void like flying knives.
Just now it was to pin Xiao Fei's body, but this time it was really to fight for his life.
The talisman made a whooshing sound in the void, but before it could turn a few times, it was knocked down by Xiao Fei.
Xiao Fei moved the stick in his hand again, and this time, he directly cut the weirdo's throat.
The strong burning aura made it seem like there were flames tumbling around the weirdo's neck. The terrifying aura touched his nerves, and his brain made a buzzing sound.
His eyes went dark. When such a sound came from his mind, he was suddenly surprised. It seemed that the dusty darkness had been torn apart, and he seemed to finally see a glimmer of light.
He still didn't fall down, despite being burned by the fire and black liquid spewing out.
He still wanted to fight again and continue to support himself, but his arms no longer had the strength to even lift them up, and there was nothing he could do.
At this time, even Tang Sanmu couldn't help but mutter softly: "There is no hope anymore, it's time, it's time to hit the road."
The moment he finished saying this, the man slowly laughed, lowered his head and stopped moving.
Even in death, he did not fall.
When he closed his eyes, he seemed to finally feel that there was actually no life left in his body.
A large amount of death energy spurted out from the body, and the whole person was instantly shrouded in black mist.
Is this what death feels like? Is this the proof that I have been alive for so many years? This is what the weirdo thinks in his heart.
At this time, he felt pain, sadness, and a numb mind. He had not felt this way for many years, and had not experienced fluctuations for many years.
It turns out that death is not that terrible. Unfortunately, my life for these three hundred years has been meaningless.
Now that I am about to die, all I can think of is confusion. There must have been good things in the past, but it has been so long ago that I have forgotten them.
This is everyone’s destiny, right? Since everyone’s destiny is like this, why can’t I bear it? There seems to be no difference between me and others, right?
Such thoughts hit my mind again and again, and my brain finally slowly stopped functioning, and the black energy on my body faded away.
It still had that rotten face, but it was no longer so ferocious.
A faint ray of moonlight reflected on his face, and you could actually see a faint smile on his face.
Golden Requiem: Alas, in order to survive, I have sacrificed too many people.
Nether Maniac: Indeed, he is really stubborn, but he is really not worthy of sympathy. This is definitely a terrible guy.
I am Little Pineapple: Now that I think about it, I am really frightened. If I am not careful, my friends may also tell me.
On the water side: If he is allowed to run away this time, he will definitely change places and harm more people. This is his nature, and he has lost his humanity.
Everyone was talking and discussing, and Tang Sanmu slapped the paper man hard.
Immediately afterwards, the man took a breath of cold air, seemed to wake up suddenly, and shook his head.
"Master Tang, what happened to me just now..."
Then when he saw the weirdo's body and the stick in his hand, he exclaimed: "I'll go, what's going on? Did I do all this?"
As he spoke, he jumped back two steps, obviously really shocked.
Tang Sanmu clasped his fists: "Friend Qi, thank you for your hard work. I really want to thank you this time."
As he finished speaking, he saw only dots of stars in the void reflected by the firelight in the distance.
The stars in the sky formed silhouettes of people in the distance, all of whom had calm smiles.
He turned around and waved goodbye to Xiaofei.
These are the souls in the village who have repeated their obsessions again and again. They have been dead for two years, but they still cannot be freed.
Although it seems to be very peaceful, its breath has been squeezed out and used as nutrients for the weirdo to resurrect himself.
Now that they were finally free, their smiles were filled with gratitude.
Then in the distance, Xiao Fei saw three figures, a woman with a child, who also bowed to him.
As for the other figure, it seems to be a cat, squatting on the woman's shoulder, leisurely licking its paws.
They also found relief and a brief moment of relaxation that they had never had before.
After stretching, Tang Sanmu felt that everything was so peaceful. Xiao Fei also said: "It's worth it, Master Tang. I feel that everything is worth it now!"
"If nothing happens, should I hang up the microphone?" Tang Sanmu asked.
"Wait a moment, Master Tang, I want to ask, where is that man? Why didn't you see him?"
"Is it because I don't have the courage to see you? Or maybe I simply don't want to see you? I don't know.
However, everything in life will be judged after death.
All causes and effects have their final outcome.
Down below is different from up above, you can't lie down below."
Xiaofei bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master Tang. Not only did you help me, you also helped so many people here today."
"But without your help, none of this would be possible. I also want to thank you for your courage." After Tang Sanmu finished speaking, he hung up the microphone.
This time the wheat connection took a long time, a full two hours.
Tang Sanmu gently rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Is there anyone else who needs Lianmai?"
He is now used to such high-intensity work. His previous record was more than 40 hours of continuous live broadcast.
The equipment friends couldn't stand it any longer, so they changed batch after batch.
They stay in the live broadcast room in shifts, and when the new batch arrives, the old batch tells them the story of what happened, and then goes to rest.
This cycle starts over and over again, just like handing over work at work.
As soon as Tang Sanmu finished speaking, someone sent a message in the live broadcast room.
Pingping: Master Tang, I need your help!
Pingping: The system has assigned me to you!
Now that the system allocation function is available, there will no longer be idle people who deliberately cause trouble with Tang Sanmu.
Because anything that can cause continuous wheat failure is a serious problem.
Ping Ping sent Lian Mai over. He was a very handsome young man who looked like he had just grown up.
After seeing Tang Sanmu, he was still a little nervous, so he said hello: "Hello, Master Tang, and hello, fellow weapon friends."
"Looking at the appearance of my friend, it doesn't look like he has encountered some supernatural event." Tang Sanmu said.
Ping Ping replied: "It's not me, Master Tang, but a friend of mine, but he can't connect with you now.
As long as he hears other people's voices or sees other people, his appearance will become particularly terrifying.
It will grow fangs, its eyes will change, and its hands will become particularly pointy."
When Pingping said this, he didn't seem to have much fear.
I don't know if I'm used to it or if I really don't care about it.
Golden Requiem: No offense intended, but the situations described by Qiyou feel like the people in the movie have mutated.
Nether Maniac: I also feel like I have awakened some kind of superpower, haha.
I am Little Pineapple: But if you can’t see it, Master Tang shouldn’t be able to make a judgment. Also, since you can’t see people or hear other people’s voices, what should you do about eating and drinking?
Pingping watched everyone's speeches in the live broadcast room, turned the camera, and switched to the rear camera.
"The house I'm in now is their old house, which is now on the market and ready to be sold.
Because I had been complained many times about disturbing residents and so on, I moved out because I couldn’t live in it any longer.”
With that said, he walked forward and opened a heavy door.
This door seems very inconsistent with the decoration style of the entire house, because the entire decoration of the house is made of wood.
But the door in front of me is an iron door, and it's obvious that some special craftsmanship has been added to it.
The thickness and solidity of the iron door can be felt with the naked eye.
At least it looked like this from the outside of the door, but when the iron door opened, all the equipment friends took a breath of cold air and were all surprised and speechless.