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How can a person's foot strength compare to that of a practitioner?

The honest-looking middle-aged man leaned on the edge of the well and stretched out his hand to touch the well, as if he were stroking his daughter's forehead from a distance.

"My dear, you must live." There were tears in his eyes. "It's no use, dad. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you in the future."

In the small town, the first wave of mortals have encountered these practitioners who have fallen into the devil's path.

Their methods are more cruel than what these mortals have heard of.

His hands and feet were cut off, leaving only his arms and legs swinging wildly on the ground. The severe pain almost made him faint, but what the devil wanted was emotion and fear. How could he make him faint so easily? Woolen cloth?

The spiritual energy flowed through the body of the middle-aged man whose hands and feet were cut off, keeping him alive and preventing him from fainting or losing his mind.

In front of practitioners, ordinary people are like pigs and dogs, with no room for resistance.

"Kill me, Immortal Chief, I beg you to give me pleasure." An old man knelt in front of the devil and begged.

The devil stretched out his hand, with a peaceful smile on his face, helped the old man up, and said with a smile: "What are you talking about? Although we are devils, we also know how to respect the old and love the young. You can leave, we will not kill." you."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic. He kowtowed on the ground several times, then got up on his hands and feet, carried the valuables in the package, and ran out quickly.

The moment he took a step forward, a ball of flame rose up from his feet, then spread upwards along his legs, quickly engulfing his whole body in the flames.

The old man turned his head

, seeing the demon with a peaceful face just now, he was still smiling peacefully.

"We are demons, and demons are unreasonable," he said with a smile.

In the burning of the flames, the old man's vitality quickly dissipated, but the emotions he unleashed were several times more intense than direct torture.

"Sure enough, if you first give them hope and then use thunderous means to wipe out their hope, these mortals will burst out with more emotions." The calm-faced demon nodded slightly, seeming to be very satisfied with what the old man had brought to him. reward.

The originally peaceful town seemed to have fallen into purgatory at this time, with shrill cries everywhere, shouts of pain and cries for mercy everywhere.

The ghost old man of Jindan stage appeared outside the small courtyard before.

He knocked lightly on the door.

Inside the door, the honest-looking middle-aged man looked horrified, "Who is it?"

"People from the eight major sects, come to save the survivors." Gui Lao's voice was calm, like an immortal who could not eat the fireworks of the world.

Inside the door, the middle-aged man in the small courtyard still had tears on his face, and the sudden good news almost overwhelmed him.

He quickly turned around, trying to lift the stone slab on the well and take his daughter out.

But his movements stopped the next moment, "If people from the eight major sects are here, why is there still such a cry outside?"

Confused, he stopped, walked towards the courtyard door, and opened it.

This door, which was in vain for the old ghost, was opened, and his figure appeared in the middle-aged man's sight.

"I'm lying to you. There are no people from the eight major sects at all." Gui Lao said with a smile, but if you cooperate with him,

Withered appearance, this smile is uglier than crying.

The middle-aged man felt as if he had been struck by lightning, but a trace of happiness flashed through his heart, "Fortunately, I didn't take my daughter out. If I have to die now, I will be the only one to die."

The old ghost looked at him with a smile.

The trace of happiness in the middle-aged man's eyes froze instantly.

It was as if he had seen through the inner thoughts of the middle-aged man. At this moment, the middle-aged man felt as if he was naked, and his inner thoughts seemed to be dug out and exposed to the broad daylight.

The old ghost did not rush to take action, but raised his hand to push the middle-aged man to the side.

Under the blockade of spiritual energy, the middle-aged man could not move his body. He could only watch the ghost step by step closer to the well where his precious daughter was hidden.

When the old ghost walked to the edge of the well, he did not lift the stone slab. Instead, he turned to look at the house. He casually made the house collapse.

Some happiness flashed through the middle-aged man's heart again, "Fortunately, I didn't let my daughter hide in the cupboard. Otherwise, if the house fell down, my daughter would have suffered."

"Besides, he didn't seem to notice that my daughter was hiding in the well."

Although his body was sealed and unable to move, his cultivation at the Golden Core stage was not enough to peer into his heart.

However, it is true that the strength of the Golden Core Stage cannot peer into the hearts of others, but how can the perception ability be blocked by this small stone slab?

The old ghost looked at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "Actually, from several miles away, I already knew that you hid your daughter in the well."

The happiness in the middle-aged man's eyes completely disappeared. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but his body was overwhelmed by the spirit.

The air was blocked and he couldn't even blink, let alone speak.

He could only open his eyes and watch helplessly as the ghost man casually lifted up the stone slab covering the well.

This dozens of kilograms of stone slabs, in the hands of the old ghost, are like a piece of feather, weightless at all.

The old ghost's withered and short body leaned out and looked towards the well.

In the well, inside a large bucket, a little girl about six or seven years old was looking at him blankly with her eyes wide open.

Under the gaze of his terrifying appearance and eyes, the little girl gasped and burst into tears.

The ghost old man stretched out his hand, absorbed the spiritual energy, and grabbed the little girl.

"Children know little and have simple thoughts, so they don't have many emotions, but you are different." The old ghost held the little girl in his hand and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Tell me, if I torture your daughter in front of you, how much emotion will you have? How much will it increase my strength?"

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the little girl's forehead with a slight force.

The little girl's crying became more intense.

The middle-aged man was still unable to move and could only keep his eyes open, watching helplessly as the ghost stood in front of him and attacked his only precious daughter.

"Beast! You will not die well!" The middle-aged man cursed in his heart, "You will be punished!"

Looking at the middle-aged man's rising emotions, the old ghost chuckled, "Sure enough, torturing them directly will bring far less emotion than torturing the people they cherish and care about in front of them."

The old ghost slowly stretched out his hand and tore the little girl's clothes to pieces.

"Beast!" The middle-aged man was furious and cursing in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

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"Oh God, save my daughter!"