The black fog this time was more exaggerated than the previous times.
The thick black mist almost completely surrounded Li Hongtian, and there seemed to be a pair of treacherous eyes looming in the black mist.
Li Hongtian's body trembled violently, his skin instantly dried up, his face turned pale, and his body became weak.
Under the severe pain, there was faint blood mixed with sweat flowing out of Li Hongtian's body surface.
But there was a look of madness in his eyes.
Black mist forced its way into Li Hongtian's body. His eyes were sometimes violent and sometimes crazy, and his breath was constantly changing.
The tombstone of Tomb No. 5 also shattered silently.
"Hey, can't you bear it anymore?"
Li Hongtian trembled all over, licked his chapped lips, and took out a strange knife.
On the handle of the knife, there seemed to be a miniature version of a baby's head, with its eyes closed.
He used all his strength and without hesitation stabbed the dagger into his heart. Blood flowed along the knife and onto the baby's head.
The head opened its eyes strangely, glowing red, and opened its lips slightly, allowing blood to flow into the mouth.
As the blood increases, the red light in the eyes of the head becomes more intense.
Li Hongtian slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing, but there was a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth.
The black mist began to struggle violently, but no matter how turbulent it was, it could not escape from Li Hongtian's body.
finally...
The black mist was completely immersed in Li Hongtian's body.
The blood in Li Hongtian's heart gradually drained out, and the baby's eyes gradually closed.
Then, this strange knife penetrated into Li Hongtian's skin inch by inch, leaving only the baby's head exposed.
for a long time...
Li Hongtian suddenly opened his eyes and stood up slowly.
There's just no more heartbeat or breathing.
He looked at his pale skin and smiled with satisfaction: "Did it succeed?"
"hehe..."
"From today on, I, Li Hongtian, will live forever!"
His body was faintly emitting wisps of black mist. He glanced at the broken tombstone No. 5 indifferently and walked out of the cemetery.
Suddenly, an old man stood silently in front of him, blocking Li Hongtian's way.
Li Hongtian didn't have any emotions. He looked at the old man indifferently with dead eyes, without the fear before: "I am no longer dead. As a member of the same race, you want to stop me?"
The old man was as old as a candle in the wind. He tremblingly raised his right hand and stretched out a finger between Li Hongtian's eyebrows.
Li Hongtian's eyebrow suddenly exploded, and a bloody hole appeared.
Blood continued to flow out between his eyebrows, but then the black mist surged and the wound healed.
"Haha, I said, from now on, I will not die."
Li Hongtian chuckled, ignored the old man, and walked away from him.
The old man looked at Li Hongtian's back with deep eyes, and his hands that were originally open were gently clenched.
Li Hongtian's body trembled violently, exploded out of thin air, and turned into a ball of blood mist. Countless small pieces of flesh squirmed and spliced together on the ground.
But each piece of flesh was surrounded by a faint energy, and no matter how they were spliced together, they could not heal.
Thick black mist surrounded the piece of meat, making bursts of roaring sounds.
The old man looked at the piece of meat silently for a long time before disappearing like a phantom.
There was only a faint chuckle left in the air.
"Ah..."
After about a few hours, the energy on the piece of meat slowly dissipated, but the black mist almost faded away, leaving only a shadow.
The piece of flesh healed quickly and returned to Li Hongtian's original appearance.
But at this time, his face was paler than before, and his eyes that had always been calm, as if he had everything under control, completely turned into fear.
"he..."
"What kind of existence is he?"
Li Hongtian froze in place, talking to himself, his body constantly trembling with fear.
After a long time, he staggered and left the suburban cemetery in a state of despair. He was no longer as calm and arrogant as before.
…
Zhou Han's room.
Wang Ye sat on the pink furry sofa and looked at Zhou Han: "Let's talk?"
"So sentimental." Zhou Han sat across from him shyly, blushing.
...
"Ji Ziqian?"
Looking at Zhou Han, Wang Ye said lightly.
Zhou Han looked at Wang Ye in confusion: "Who is Ji Ziqian?"
Then he seemed to think of something, his face was full of grievances, and tears kept rolling in his beautiful eyes: "Are you seducing other women behind my back?"
No response?
Wang Ye withdrew his gaze that had been staring at Zhou Han and thought for a moment.
Really...don't remember?
Looking at Zhou Han as if he was about to cry at any time, Wang Ye's expression was still cold: "I believe your current situation is also very bad. Cooperation can lead to a win-win situation."
Zhou Han put back his tears and looked at Wang Ye worriedly: "You... are not stupid."
Looking at Zhou Han lightly, Wang Ye shook his head slightly and stood up: "You can come to me when you think about it."
With that said, Wang Ye opened the door and walked out.
Zhou Han sat on the sofa, his eyes dazed for a moment, and soon became cold.
Looking at Wang Ye's leaving figure, Zhou Han's sexy mouth curved into a smile: "Haha, little guy, do you think I'm stupid?"
Outside the door...
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, his back slightly wet with sweat.
Xiao Si stood outside the door at some unknown time, making no sound, but maintaining a state of attack at any time.
Taking out the mobile phone that had been placed in Zhang Ziliang's address book, Wang Ye operated it for a moment, and a picture appeared on the mobile phone.
In the picture, Zhou Han has a cold expression, looking in the direction of the door, his eyes full of indifference.
"Ha, as expected, guys from decades ago didn't know anything about surveillance."
In the corner of the sofa opposite Zhou Han, a small camera was pointed at Zhou Han's figure.
Silently closing the phone, Wang Ye completely solved a doubt in his heart. With thoughts, he returned to the room, took out the already dense diary, and kept writing something.
After a long time, Wang Ye closed the diary and put it on the desk.
Fortunately, people come to the house often, so instead of hiding it, it is better to put it on the table openly.
Anyway, the diary is a mess, and most of it is useless writing. No one else can understand the contents of the diary except myself.
Complex lines intertwined in Wang Ye's mind.
Wang Ye closed his eyes tiredly and rested.
Xiaosi stood stiffly in the corner with three half-burned pieces of paper money stuck to the back of his head, chest, and dantian.
