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Chapter 815 Three thousand years old, I debuted and became an idol (62)

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    "This kind of promise of "I will let her go after you die" is probably invalid. How could Zun Shang not know this?

    He looked at the person in front of him, his eyes filled with distrust.

    Yan Bupo smiled: "Believe it or not, there's nothing I can do about it. If you don't cooperate, I have plenty of ways to force you to cooperate."

    There was a coquettish red in his narrow eyes and a smile on his face: "I just want to be gentler to Brother Ze Shi."

    Zun Shang turned his attention back to the iPad in his hand.

    On the screen, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and finally lowered her head.

    Zun Shang reached out and stroked the person on the screen with trembling fingers.

    He always thought he was a smart person, but after meeting her, he realized his stupidity all the time.

    Finally, he finally nodded: "Okay.".

    For so long, Yan Bupo has always wanted to resurrect Zhiyan.

    Zhiyan¡¯s soul was scattered into pieces, and he recovered them piece by piece.

    It wasn¡¯t until the last piece was unavailable no matter what, that Yan Bupo came up with another way.

    If you really can¡¯t get it, you might as well replace all the other fragments into his soul.

    Cut off all the other parts of the soul called Zun Shang, and slowly replace them with Zhi Yan's soul.

    Yan Bupo was ruthless back then, and it¡¯s not like he had never done this kind of thing before.

    And it doesn¡¯t matter even if it doesn¡¯t succeed, he can just get his brother Ze Shi¡¯s soul back.

    He placed the respected merchant on the altar and cut his palm with the white dagger in his hand.

    The moment the white dagger cut, the severe pain caused Zun Shang to roar, and his illusory pure white soul was half-shelled out of his body.

    Taking advantage of this half-moment, Yan Bupo quickly separated a small piece of the soul of his little finger from his hour finger.

    The souls of mortals who were separated from their bodies were far less powerful than those of monks. They disappeared into the air almost instantly and could never be found again.

    The little finger that lost its soul instantly turned black, as if it had been burned by fire.

    Then, a piece of soul belonging to Zhiyan¡¯s little finger was stuffed into the missing place.

    Suddenly, Zun Shang¡¯s originally charred little finger returned to its original state.

    When Zun Shang came to his senses again, he unconsciously raised his hand.

    The pain of his soul being torn apart was still there, but what made him more concerned was that the little finger that was stiffened by Li Daitao became different from his original one.

    Zun Shang¡¯s skin color is bronze, but the little finger is obviously different from his skin color.

    More whiter and weaker.

    Seeing that this method was feasible, Yan Bupo finally showed a real smile on his face.

    He looked at the little finger that obviously belonged to Zhiyan and murmured: "Zese, I've waited for you for too long."

    Zun Shang was covered in sweat.

    He is not a monk, so he cannot see his soul, but he can still feel a cut on his little finger.

    ¡°If it¡¯s like this, his soul is split bit by bit and replaced with other people¡¯s fragments, then will the last person living in this world be Mr. Zeshi, or will he respect business?

    Yan Bupo tidied up everything around him and said happily, "We'll do something else tomorrow. You have a good rest today."

    The soul is very fragile and cannot withstand such continuous replacement.

    Hearing these words, Zun Shang did not answer. He just staggered off the altar and then took the iPad.

    She still looks like that, with her head lowered and her limbs pinned by long black nails.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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