? This kind of promise of "I will release her after you die" is mostly invalid. How can the esteemed business 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 is no way. If you don't cooperate, there are ways to force you to cooperate."

His narrow eyes were full of coquettish red, and his face was full of smiles: "I just want to be gentle with Brother Ze Shi."

The merchant regained his gaze on the ipad in his hand.

On the screen, she seemed to be exhausted, and finally lowered her head.

The senior merchant shot his hand, and stroked the person on the screen with trembling fingers.

He always felt that he was a smart person, but after meeting her, he knew his stupidity all the time.

Finally, he finally nodded: "Okay."

For so long, Yan Bupo has always wanted to bring Zhiyan back to life.

Zhiyan's soul was scattered and broken into pieces, and he found it piece by piece.

It wasn't until this last piece that I couldn't get it anyway, that Yan Bupo came up with another way.

If he can't get it, it's better to replace all the other fragments into his soul.

Cut off all the other parts of the soul of the respected merchant, and slowly replaced them with the soul of Zhiyan.

Yan Bupo was cruel and cruel, and it was not that he had never done this kind of thing.

And even if it doesn't succeed, it doesn't matter, he just takes back the soul of his brother Zeshi.

He put the venerable merchant on the altar, and cut his palm with the white dagger in his hand.

The moment the white dagger was cut, the severe pain caused the merchant to roar in a low voice, and the illusory pure white soul peeled from the flesh.

Taking advantage of this half-minute time, Yan Bupo quickly cut a small piece of little finger's soul from his time finger.

The soul of the mortal who had been cut off the body was far less powerful than that of the monk. It disappeared in the air almost instantly, and could no longer be found.

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

Subsequently, a piece of soul belonging to Zhiyan's little finger was stuffed into the missing place.

Suddenly, the scorched little finger of the merchant recovered as before.

When the venerable merchant came back to his senses, he unconsciously raised his hand.

The pain of the splitting of the soul is still there, and what makes him even more concerned is that the little finger that was stiffened by Li Daitao has become different from his original.

The skin color of the Shang Shang is bronze, and the little finger is obviously different from his skin color.

It's fairer 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, "Ze Shi, I have been waiting for you for too long."

The respect merchant was all sweaty.

He is not a monk, and he can't see his soul, but he can also perceive the feeling of splitting in his little finger.

If it's like this, one by one splits his soul away and replaces it with other people's pieces, then the last person living in this world is the son of Zeshi, or is he a respected businessman?

Yan Bupo packed up everything around him, and said happily: "Tomorrow we will change another one, and today you will have a good rest."

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

Hearing this sentence, the merchant did not answer, but he staggered off the altar, and then took the ipad.

She was still like that, with her head down, her limbs being pinned by long black nails.

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