Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Chapter 845: 'Reborn'

Before the prince could finish his words, the other party's knife fell into his hand.

He broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain, and when he looked down, a horrifying scene occurred.

Even though his hand was cut by the knife, not a drop of blood flowed out.

  Could it be that his body is already dead?

The prince shook his head decisively. It was impossible. If he was really dead, how could he feel such clear pain?

What's more, although his people have not fought as many battles as his second brother, they have been to the battlefield after all, so how could they not distinguish between the living and the dead.

He is still alive, but the blood will not flow.

The prince immediately thought of the pills he had taken continuously for the past seven days.

"What exactly is the medicine you gave me?" Even if he was going to die, the prince wanted to know the truth.

The man in yellow didn't say much to him. The knife in his hand became faster and faster. In the end, the prince could no longer see how he was waving it.

By the time the man in yellow left, the prince was already unconscious from the pain.

There was no one in the cave, and even the animals stopped chirping.

The prince tried hard to stay awake, but he soon became drowsy.

When I woke up again, I was no longer tied to a rack, but lying on a stone bed.

The prince didn't believe that those people would be so kind as to give him a bed to rest.

He wanted to stand up, but found that he had no feeling in his body and was completely out of his control.

"Hey, the prince of the Great Zhou is awake~" The man in yellow seemed to be in a very good mood at the moment, and he even had time to tease the prince.

The prince stared at him and asked, "What have you done to my body?"

"Why does your Highness always ask such stupid questions?" The man in yellow replied cheerfully without revealing any information.

The prince looked towards him and saw that strange man was still there. What was puzzling was that his hands seemed to be injured as well.

  Something is wrong!

Something is very wrong!

The prince wanted to see more clearly, but he couldn't move.

The man in yellow approached him again with the knife in hand. The blade was thin but cold, and before it touched his skin, bumps appeared on the prince's arms.

Feeling the familiar pain, the prince clenched his teeth and only let out a muffled groan.

"The Crown Prince of the Great Zhou, you have a good ability to adapt. I admire you quite a bit!" The man in yellow said it, but he was not vague in his actions.

This time the target was the prince's entire hands.

In order to find out the purpose, the prince watched the man in yellow peel off the skin of his hands.

Just like the last time, no blood came out of his hands.

The prince saw through the yellow-clothed man's raised hand that the corners of his mouth were raised, a smile of success.

The weirdo standing on the other side and watching looked at the skin on the yellow clothed man's hand with a burning gaze, as if in almost devout worship.

The prince's scalp tingled and a terrible guess occurred to him.

Soon, his guess came true.

The man in yellow said, "The skin should be freshly picked, especially when it is picked in pain. The prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty is beyond my expectations. God of Qishan, don't forget your promise after the matter is accomplished."

The weirdo is called Qishan God?

Isn’t God supposed to be the savior of mankind?

The prince fixed his eyes on him.

The strange man who was called the God of Qishan never took his eyes off the hand skin, "I will keep my promise."

The man in yellow nodded in satisfaction, "Let's stop here today. More haste makes waste. Otherwise, if you make this delicate prince die of pain, you may not be able to find another person who meets the requirements like him."

God Qishan looked at his palm and nodded reluctantly.

The man in yellow smeared some strange mud-like substance with a herbal smell on the place where the skin was peeled off, and then left with the Qishan God.

This cycle begins again three months later.

The yellow-clothed man took off all the skin on the prince's body. The Qishan God was wrapped in white cloth from his hands.

At this point, the prince still had nothing to understand.

These two weirdos want to change his skin.

"Why do you do this?"

The one who responded to him was the man in yellow, dancing with his knife, which almost left an afterimage.

"what!!!"

The prince felt a sharp pain in his legs, which was even more unbearable than the previous skinning.

He lowered his eyes and saw that the flesh and bones on his body were actually decreasing little by little.

The prince had been in the army before, and had seen soldiers receiving treatment in the wounded camp. Those with special skills would be able to perform bone scraping treatment.

However, the other party only scratched the injured and rotten areas.

The men in yellow were eliminated indiscriminately.

I don't know what kind of medicine was applied on my legs, but it had no pain-relieving effect at all. Instead, it gave me the illusion that it increased the pain.

The next moment, the prince knew that it was not his illusion.

The man in yellow: "The effect is too poor. A person who has been in the palace for several years cannot faint from the pain. The effect of the medicine needs to be strengthened."

The prince stared in astonishment: "How dare you use me to test the medicine!"

The man in yellow stared at him for a moment, which gave the prince a bad feeling.

as predicted.

The man in yellow went out for a while and came back with something in his hand.

He held the object across the prince's face and said, "You are still dreaming about being the prince of the Great Zhou. If you go out like this, who will recognize you?"

Even though he was mentally prepared, the prince was still frightened by himself, and even more so, he couldn't accept it.

At this moment, he looked like a hairless monster, with blood vessels clearly visible all over his body.

Perhaps because of the pain he had just experienced and the stimulation, the prince's blood flowed faster than usual.

The prince fainted again due to the double blow of body and mind.

  Before I fainted, I seemed to see the familiar figure I had seen in the military camp before.

The prince woke up again, still lying on the stone bed.

The difference is that he has no skin on his body and no flesh on his legs.

A pair of snow-white leg bones with meridians are strikingly visible.

The man in yellow was concentrating on studying his feet. "Tsk tsk, not bad, not bad. After applying the medicine I specially made, some flesh has grown back."

The prince thought that he might not be able to escape this disaster.

He could only try his best to survive.

The man in yellow however did not do as he wished. This man was like a madman. When his legs stopped growing flesh, he turned his gaze to his hands, or rather, all the flesh and blood in his body.

This person's knife technique is extremely precise.

He can avoid every bleeding blood vessel in a person's body.

Every time the prince fainted and woke up, he would find that some of his flesh and blood had been lost.

Until all of his body was left except his head.

His eyes moved slightly, and he saw a magical scene.

There seemed to be countless reeds tied to the skeleton, through which blood flowed, and his internal organs supplied his every breath.

The human body is so mysterious.

"Hey, the prince is awake again~"

The familiar voice sounded again, "When you wake up, come and see my masterpiece."

  Thanks to Xiaogui and book friend 20220609235521989 for their monthly tickets, muah~

I went to see people who were shameless and skinless.

Ouch~ Ugh~