"Uuuu...Uncle, please, please don't kill me."
Zhao Zhan cried bitterly and kept begging for mercy.
Although he was not old, he saw that so many people had died under Jinwu Wei's sword just now, and he also realized that his life seemed to be in danger.
The desire for survival that comes from the deepest bones of human beings made him beg for mercy from the person in front of him.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you!"
He Ping'an gently placed his hand on Zhao Zhan's head, and then said softly: "Sleep well, and when you wake up, maybe you will forget everything."
He Pingan's words fell into Zhao Zhan's ears, and they seemed to have some kind of magic power, causing Zhao Zhan to fall into sleep without knowing it.
Immediately, he had a very sweet dream. It seemed that he was born on a farm and had parents who loved him.
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Thousands of miles outside Xuanyang City, in a farm.
Farmer Zhao Laoliu and his wife are already thirty-seven or eighteen years old, but they have never had children.
Although the couple worked hard every day and night, they still had no harvest.
As a last resort, they heard that the statue of Luo Xianzun from Chuzhou had miraculous effects, so they secretly enshrined it at home and worshiped it day and night, hoping that the powerful Luo Xianzun would give them a fat boy.
On this day, they had just finished worshiping Luo Xianzun and carefully covered the statue with cloth, when they heard a slight snoring coming from the kang behind them.
The two of them looked back and found a fat boy of three or four years old lying on their kang.
Zhao Laoliu and his wife were stunned for a moment, then walked forward and saw that this child had pink face and red lips, not to mention how cute he was.
The two of them fell in love with the child after just one glance.
At this moment, the child opened his eyes and saw Zhao Laoliu and his wife in front of him.
They looked exactly like the father and mother in his dream, so he called out in a sweet voice: "Daddy, mother."
This sound of father and mother immediately melted the hearts of Zhao Laoliu and his wife.
Zhao Laoliu stretched out his hands, tremblingly picked up the child, kissed him on the face, and then agreed: "Hey!"
Until then, the two of them believed that everything that happened in front of them was real. They quickly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Thank you so much, the powerful Luo Xianzun, for giving me and my wife this child."
"We must raise this child well..."
The distant voice, accompanied by the smell of incense, entered He Pingan's consciousness.
He Pingan smiled with satisfaction, then regained consciousness and looked at Liu Ding, who was still struggling and rolling on the ground not far away.
"Stop pretending, even if you die, I will pull you out of the coffin and whip your body."
He Pingan said calmly.
Liu Ding, who was still struggling, immediately stopped rolling when he heard this, sat cross-legged on the ground, looked ahead blankly with unfocused eyes, and asked: "I know that I will die, but I still want to ask. In one sentence, why do you want to keep me here?"
He Ping'an sneered: "Originally, I didn't want to say another word to you."
"I'm afraid it will stain my eyes, but after thinking about it, I still want you to understand."
"What I hate most in my life is those who betray the human race. I usually see these people off in person."
Hearing this, Liu Ding's heart skipped a beat. This person's methods were exactly the same as those of the Dragon Riding Martial Saint. It seemed that Jin Jue's guess was correct before. This person must be the Dragon Riding Martial Saint.
Thinking of this, Liu Ding persuaded again: "It is the general trend for the demon clan to rule the world, and even the senior Martial Saint cannot stop it."
"If you don't comply with God's will and join the Demon Clan, I will surely be appreciated by the Demon Emperor if I recommend you."
At this time, He Ping'an was still helping the demon clan to recruit me, trying to find a chance for himself. He Ping'an's hatred for Liu Ding reached its peak in an instant. His eyes flashed sharply, and an invisible pressure appeared, directly Liu Ding's whole body was pressed into the ground.
"Hufufu..."
Liu Ding's whole body was pressed into the ground, and he only felt that his chest was constricted. He couldn't help but stick out his head and breathe heavily upward.
I just felt severe pain all over my body, but I didn't know what happened.
At this moment, He Ping'an waved his hand, and a golden light flashed across Liu Ding's head, cutting a cross wound.
For a moment, blood flowed down from his scalp.
"ah......"
His scalp was suddenly separated, and Liu Ding suddenly felt a splitting headache. Unfortunately, he was blind. He only knew that He Ping'an had cut his scalp open, but he had no idea what he would face next.
When the blood on Liu Ding's scalp was almost gone, He Ping'an made a move with one hand. The lead essence stored in the imperial city immediately flew into the Jinluan Palace from various palaces and floated in the air.
Like a flowing silver ocean.
"go!"
He Ping'an tapped Liu Ding with one hand, and the lead essence was like a long silver river, following Liu Ding's severed scalp and burrowing into the flesh and blood.
The lead essence is heavy and when it flows down the flesh and blood, it will pull Liu Ding's flesh and skin apart.
"Hiss...ah...just kill me..."
Liu Ding was in agony, feeling like his whole body was about to be torn apart. This feeling of being skinned alive made him struggle and twist wildly.
Little did he know that the more this happened, the more the lead essence would flow downward, until his whole body was covered with lead essence, and all his flesh and blood would be completely separated from his skin.
The pain coming from the flesh and blood became more and more intense, and Liu Ding's struggle became more and more crazy.
Until the end, he felt that only by jumping up could he completely end all this pain.
With a "chirp" sound, Liu Ding suddenly jumped out of the deep pit.
However, from the perspective of Pang Zhen in the distance, Liu Ding at this time was even more terrifying.
He was covered in flesh and blood, and his bloody muscles were all exposed to the air.
Just after he jumped out, Liu Ding felt a little relieved, but then, the pain of his skin being peeled off came in waves, making Liu Ding so painful that he fell to the ground and rolled continuously.
But how could the delicate flesh and blood, which had always been protected by skin, come into direct contact with the ground like this?
No matter where the flesh and blood touched, there was a burning sensation like fire.
And the more this happened, the more painful it was, and the harder he rolled.
This happened again and again until half an hour later, Liu Ding stopped wailing in pain.
Because at this time, the blood in his body had flowed and dried up, and his physical strength was exhausted due to the constant rolling.
As the last ray of life flowed out of the body, Liu Ding's soul was separated from the body.
He Ping'an looked at all this indifferently. He had no sympathy at all for Liu Ding's tragic situation, and instead wanted to laugh.
This person is from the Daxuan human race, but he is willing to be the lackey of the demon race. It is not a pity to die.
He Ping'an used one move with one hand to absorb the shriveled human skin in the deep pit into the air.
Although this was the first time such torture was carried out, this human skin was handled perfectly.
Not a single flaw.
"go!"
He Ping'an moved one hand, and Liu Ding's confused soul immediately fell into the human skin.
With the influx of mana, the shriveled human skin suddenly became plump.
He Pingan used his hand as a pen, and as the golden light flashed, a golden talisman appeared in the void.
"seal up!"
As the voice fell, the golden talisman landed directly on the human skin, forming a solid seal that suppressed the soul.
"Is Pang Zhen here?"
He Pingan's voice was like thunder, waking up Pang Zhen who was almost stunned.
He witnessed the entire process of Liu Ding being skinned, and felt a chill in his vest. He suddenly heard He Ping'an calling him, and couldn't help but shiver.
Then he replied hurriedly: "The official is here."
"Liu Ding, this beast, collaborated with the enemy and treason, and deserves death. Today, his skin is skinned and his soul is sealed, and he will hang it in the hall to show the public as a warning to others!"
As he spoke, He Ping'an waved his sleeve and threw Liu Ding's stripped skin next to Pang Zhen.
"Yes, I obey your orders!"
Pang Zhen quickly lowered his head and bowed in salute. When he raised his head, he found that He Ping'an beside him had disappeared without knowing when.
"Congratulations, senior!"
Pang Zhen gathered his true energy and let out a loud roar that shook the whole country.
After experiencing the scene just now, he already had some shadows about He Pingan in his heart, and he no longer dared to disobey in the slightest.
He grabbed Liu Ding's human skin with one hand, then jumped up, landed on the Jinluan Palace, and hung Liu Ding on the gate tower of the Jinluan Palace.
All civil and military officials, as long as they look up when entering the court, they will be the first to see Liu Ding's human skin hanging on their heads, swaying in the wind.
The restriction placed by He Ping'an in Liu Ding's body can maintain Liu Ding's soul for thousands of years. At the same time, the restriction within it will continue to emit divine light every moment, torturing Liu Ding's soul.
Let him enjoy the feeling of his soul being torn apart all the time.
But if someone tries to release Liu Ding's soul, the human skin will automatically explode, killing Liu Ding's soul.
And He Ping'an's move was to make Liu Ding suffer infamy and torture for thousands of years!
Only in this way can we vent the hatred in our hearts!
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