Survival: King Picking Game

The corner of Li Ping's mouth twitched.

...But speaking of it, Santuhe and Hong were still little boys after all, and before they were transformed into evil spirits, they were just boys who could act like a baby to their mother.

Although he has been an evil spirit for so many years, it is not incomprehensible to suddenly suffer from secondary illness.

...Of course, what Santuhe and Hong said at this time is indeed true.Although the effect of Yaodao Murura is very powerful, Noihara Hiju is only at the level of black iron level before he goes berserk, and the power he can absorb is also limited.

With the support of the powerful monster power of the killing stone, Santuhe and Hong still have the power to slowly separate his body from the blade even though the power is being continuously sucked away by the village rain.

Seeing that Feiju could no longer hold on, Murasame had slipped out of Santuhe and Hong's chest.

"God no."

At this moment, Li Pingan suddenly spoke.

A little girl who was completely white appeared in the ward at some unknown time.

Holding a simple mirror with gorgeous patterns in her hand, she looked towards Santuhe and Hongzhao expressionlessly.

——[Mirror of Kanna]!

It is an extremely rare holy attribute item that absorbs soul power, and its real power is comparable to that of the demon sword Murasame in Feiju's hand.

...But it is also because of the limitations of Shenwu's own strength, so it has not been fully utilized.

Even so, the power of S-level props is still not something that Santuhe and Hong can completely break away from.

The suction force of [Kanna no Mirror] broke out, although Santuhe and Hiroshi's soul was not sucked into the mirror during the crazy struggle, but under the power of the mirror, the "killing stone" driven soul……

As if slowed down hundreds of times, or caught in "glue", the speed of action suddenly slowed down.

And the weakening of the power of resistance also made the demon knife still stuck in his chest advance a little bit.

——The next second.

A "killing stone" buried in Santuhe and Hong's body shattered under the power of the manipulator.

Part of the scarlet demon power was sucked away by Murasame, and part by the "Kanna no Mirror".

And Santuhe and Hong himself—the main body, under the cover of this burst of power, finally succeeded in turning into dozens of purple butterflies, pounced towards the surrounding walls of the ward in all directions, and fled after easily sinking in.

...The method of docking the gecko's tail was decisively adopted.

Li Pingan didn't mean to continue chasing him—in fact, he couldn't catch up.

...With the combined power of two S-rank weapons, even a Black Iron-rank character can repel evil spirits like Santuhe and Hong who are silver mid-level.

After obtaining such a data, Li Pingan knew it well.

——It seems that Tianhe Youren's "Guangdu" is related to the unseal of another S-level weapon, and cannot be easily given up.

He walked slowly to Isayama Mei's bedside.

Because the girl was hit by some kind of spell, she couldn't cry or laugh, and kept a cold expression all the time.

...Only when Li Pingan looked at her, could he see the pain and despair in Isayama Mei's eyes.

If he hadn't arrived in time, he might have been implanted with the killing stone long ago.

"...Let's try it with the [Review Eye] first."

If it doesn't work, you can only let the two ceremonies come over.

——[Magic Eye of Straight Death] is of course a sharp weapon for killing people, but it can also be used for saving people.After all, it is an eye that can kill even "concepts", and it is easy to kill "diseases" or "curses".

Li Pingan took off his glasses.

Thus, the blue eyes with countless golden light arrays appeared in Isayama Mei's sight.

"...Well, no problem."

Li Pingan stretched out his hand while speaking, and gently stroked the girl's fair and soft cheek.

After a while, crystal clear tears began to overflow from Isayama Mei's eye sockets.

Chapter 566 The Beginning

...Crying out.

Isayama Mei felt a cold touch on his face.

She was a little dazed at first, but it took a while to realize that it was her own tears.

A fluid secreted from the lacrimal glands.

When you can't even cry, all you can feel is emptiness.

...but at least for now.

It's a blessing to be able to cry.

……

The girl clearly felt the changes in herself.

Originally, the outside world seemed to be solidified in plaster, but now, the plaster is slowly being cracked.

The cracks opened up little by little, and the room for movement and air were poured in together.