Hua Lang was really confused. He turned around and took a big blame.
He admitted that he was an undercover agent and that he came with the idea of wiping out the rebels and saving the Holy Vein from the beginning.
He was not surprised to be caught and tortured to death. I was fully mentally prepared when I came here.
The boss also told him about this and repeatedly emphasized that this mission was very dangerous. If there are any concerns, other volunteers will be sent there.
But Hualang is young and high-spirited, and he has ambitions beyond ordinary people. If he shrinks back now, he will never be able to reach that height and lose the opportunity because of cowardice, which even he himself cannot forgive.
Only then did I come here, and only now am I standing here, covered in blood, with death approaching.
But the problem is that he really doesn’t know where those holy veins have gone, and it’s not him who saved the people. He hasn’t had time to save them yet——
Hua Lang felt so aggrieved for the first time.
If he had rescued someone, he would have walked on the road he chose, even if he was willing to die. However, what happened to him was that he was beaten so violently that he even doubted that he could survive. Just wait until those dead ghosts arrive. It’s really infuriating!
Who told him to take such a big blame? !
Ning Xia, who was hiding in the small black box, sneezed heavily and stared at the action in front of her without blinking.
Wang Zixu was so angry that this guy still dared to speak harshly. He knew that the greedy guys were just smelly, hard rocks that couldn't be lifted and their feet hurt after being kicked.
I haven't been able to win over a few informants for a long time, and they are still pawns with little effect on the fringes. It wasn't until a few days ago that he spent a lot of money to win over a big shot who was greedy for money.
Unexpectedly, the person who pried it was useless, but he suffered a big loss. All the sword slaves in this batch were lost. Oh, he didn't take Ningxia seriously at all.
At this time, when the Emperor Sword has not yet been found, the most fearful thing is that something will go wrong. Wouldn't they be so angry if the guy they were looking for was among this group?
In short, it is imperative to find the lost sword slave. Thinking of this, Wang Zixu's men moved harder, and the powerful spiritual pressure hammered Hua Lang until the wound burst open and blood flowed.
"I changed my mind. Since you are so loyal, I will fulfill your wish, and also your whole life."
Prince Xu let go and stepped on the opponent's feet: "Come here, bring it up."
At this moment, Hua Lang could no longer lift his head at all. His whole body was very heavy, and his inner organs seemed to be squeezed out. He was so confused that he could not distinguish the scene in front of him. He didn't know what this man was going to do, and he didn't intend to make it easy for him anyway. He only knew that his insides were in chaos, and foreign spiritual power was wandering around, entangled in his Zifu, and he was going to be destroyed.
Seeing the group of people carrying something similar to a cross, Ningxia felt a little chilly in her heart. It seems that the situation is not good.
Prince Xu bent his knees, raised Hua Lang's head with his fingertips, and asked leisurely: "How is it? It's not too late to tell now." His tone was soft and soothing, as intimate as talking to a lover's pet.
The poor man was so bloody that he could not support his head. He had to rely on the enemy's strength to lift his head.
Prince Xu looked straight into those eyes that now seemed chaotic and hazy for a long time. Without warning, his hand suddenly let go, letting him fall hard to the deck. Blood spurted out and fell on the corner of his robe, staining a large piece of white material red.
"What a pity." Prince Xu's eyebrows were filled with gloom. He also tried to find the slightest hint of softness and retreat in the other person's eyes, but in the end he saw a dead silence in the other person's eyes. Would you rather die... than say anything?
Hua Lang was tied tightly by his limbs and hung on the cross. This man's bones had obviously been injured. Even if there was a cross to support him, he could only hang limply on it, and even his head was tilted to one side.
If it weren't for the slight twitching of the tendons in his hands and feet and the slight rise and fall of his chest, Ning Xia would have thought that this guy was already dead.
The situation is not good. In the darkness, Ning Xia tightened her index finger, twitched slightly, and her throat became tight.
This person seems to be here to save those "sword slaves". A guy whose stance seems to be positive is going to die.
This is not the first time Ningxia has seen people die, nor is it the first time she has indirectly harmed others. Every time, Ningxia's heart will become harder, although it is inevitable that she will still feel sad and guilty.
She was born in a highly civilized modern society, where human life is the most untouchable iron law in this society. But she came here, a society where cultivators are respected, and people here are the least valuable things.
Since her cultivation, she has been witnessing the passing of countless lives, or dying spectacularly. Even after she died, there were still people who remembered him and killed the whole world for him. Or he died an extremely humble death, his death was worse than a speck of dust and no one knew about it.
But no matter which one it is, death is so irresistible. There are unforeseen circumstances, and people may encounter man-made disasters. The world of cultivation is a place that is more changeable than any other place. If you are not careful, even if you are in a high position and have great cultivation, you may die unexpectedly without anyone noticing.
Ningxia is lucky. She has a little black box. Even if she doesn't want to rely on it, she has to admit that it saved her and made her farther away from death than anyone else. But this means that she has to watch others die, enemies, companions, strangers... She can't save them, she has always known it. Otherwise, she will be the one who dies.
To this day, she still inevitably feels trembling, sad, and guilty about some things. But her heart is becoming stronger and harder.
She knew that facing death was inevitable. Unless she is the one who dies, then she will never have to face death.
Until today, another person was about to draw the curtain in front of her. She lowered her eyes, her expression gloomy, but there was nothing she could do. With that kind of power, she can only turn into powder along with the other person when she goes out. That is meaningless and not worth it. She is a selfish person after all.
She could only secretly hope that it would be faster, and faster. If there really is a true God, please raise your eyelids a little to bless the person in front of you.
"Peng——" Ningxia responded with an even more violent shock. This time it seemed to be even worse than last time. During the shaking, the whole boat flipped to the left. In the end, it was narrowly stabilized due to the buoyancy of the boat.
"Didn't I ask you to send someone to repair it?" Prince Xu shouted angrily as he took a few steps back. There were too many situations that made him extremely irritable and lost his former calmness.
His whole body was wet, and it was obvious that Jiu Yang, who had come up from the bottom of the cabin, was about to kneel down. He was shaking all over, and his pale lips were trembling so much, as if he was going to faint in the next moment.
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