? At this time a gust of wind came in from the window, with a bit of decayed earthy smell.

Just as the senior merchant frowned and opened his eyes with feeling, a burst of white light flashed.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at his chest in a daze.

There was a strange pure white dagger stuck in his chest.

This dagger doesn't have a hilt, and I don't know how Randi used it.

Large swaths of blood poured out of him, and none of the spells that should have resisted everything worked.

"You..." The senior merchant spit out a mouthful of blood.

The person in front of the bed wore a white filial attire and looked like an ancient fairy.

He slowly turned the white dagger.

The venerable merchant's veins were violent, but his limbs did not have the strength to resist.

He ignored his wounds and just stared at the person in front of him.

The person in front of him has a pair of deep eyes, and the bridge of his nose is high. When he lowers his eyes, he can see his pure white eyelids.

His eyebrows and hair are all white, and even his lips are a little whitish.

Only those eyes were black like a deep pool, unable to see the bottom.

The man in white looked at the senior merchant on the bed, the corners of his mouth curled up, showing a gentle smile.

It was only with this smile that came along with the dagger that continued to be turned.

The senior merchant was soaked in cold sweat, and the unfamiliar and familiar pain overturned.

He growled.

The white-clothed person smiled and asked, "Although it is not the first time I have met, you definitely don't remember me. Get to know me again, hello, I am your brother, I am Jiang..."

The dagger stirred in the Shang's body, his five senses were almost blurred, but the name seemed to be engraved in the depths of the soul, which made people shudder when it was mentioned.

"...Yan is not broken."

The respect merchant seems to have had a long dream.

In the dream, he sometimes wore a white long shirt, sometimes a short-sleeved T-shirt, sometimes was a national teacher of a certain dynasty, and sometimes walked on campus and was respectfully called a teacher by students passing by in a hurry.

Everything flashed hurriedly before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

But in the end, no matter which merchant he was, he would be locked up in a cramped room with his hands and feet nailed to wooden boards.

Next to him, a handsome man in a white shirt asked him over and over again: "Did you remember? Brother Ze Shi?"

Who is Brother Ze Shi...

The man next to him was very disappointed, and after asking no results, he took out the strange pure white dagger.

A deep pain was immersed in the boundless darkness.

No matter how he screamed, the man in white clothes next to him did not hesitate at all. He seemed to be trying to torture him. Whenever he was about to die, he would stretch out his hand to touch his heart, and then no matter how much he didn’t want to, The wound will heal slowly.

It was cold without the slightest temperature, and the whole person was like a corpse made of ice.

Occasionally this person will still have something he doesn't understand.

"Brother Zeshi, before you died, you were afraid that I would be a disaster for the world, and you killed me specifically, but what's the use? You should have known it, my life is very hard..."

"I found another piece today, and when I find it all, we will still look the same as before, okay?"

"Brother Zeshi..."

The man in white smiled: "You see you hate me so much, and I tried my best to save you. After you wake up, don't you want to thank me?"

"How about taking the body to promise?"

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