Eight Hundred and Seventy-Seven This Life

"Ah!" In the dim room, a skinny figure woke up from the liquid again in horror. He recalled what had just happened, but found that his memory was slowly blurring.

At the moment when he woke up, he could still clearly remember the damn bomb that blew himself into pieces, but at this moment, when he recalled his experience just now, he found that the terrible scene I can't remember it anymore.

Panting heavily, greedily breathing the turbid but precious air to him, the skinny old man raised his arm.

This is his arm, he should be familiar with it, but he found it very strange. This arm is so thin and the surface is covered with liquid, but it still looks like a piece of dry wood.

After careful identification, he realized that it was his own arm. He stirred the liquid in front of him with his hands. Under the light of the torch, the black liquid reflected an ugly face.

"Uh..." The skinny old man wanted to stretch his body, but found that he was too weak to even stand up.

Fear permeated his whole body, and he felt that his soul had become so decayed that it smelled of corruption.

"Ah..." Just as he was looking at the changes in his body in horror, he heard a moan of despair not far from him.

With the light of the torch, he saw the same shriveled skin bag struggling to stick its head out of the liquid in a container beside him.

The same shriveled old man looked over with dull eyes, and the other side stretched out his arm to him, as if trying to grab his shoulder.

But then, the arm that was more terrifying than the mummy's arm hung down, hanging feebly on the side of the container.

For some reason, the shriveled old man who sat up knew that the same inhuman old man next door was dead. He didn't know why, but he just knew it, as if he had experienced what was happening in front of him in the depths of his memory.

"..." All of a sudden, when he wanted to recall the demon that he had died tragically just now, he found that he couldn't remember anything.

He didn't remember the appearance of the shrapnel flying towards him just now, nor how the spreading shock wave shredded his body.

Anyway, he just couldn't remember it, as if those messy memories before had never happened.

"Damn..." He cursed, wanting to reorganize his collapsed memory, but unfortunately he couldn't remember anything, as if he was just born today.

"This one woke up too! What's going on today?" An ugly demon believer heard the old man's voice and complained very irritably, and then pushed the other old man in front of him back into the liquid.

On the other side of this demon, another demon who has been busy for a long time, pulled out the long sword from a withered corpse: "These sacrifices are useless! Their heads have collapsed, and their memory has become disordered... ..."

"We must deal with them quickly! Otherwise, if Master Magic Source blames us, we will suffer too!" In the dark corner, a faintly visible sentence floated.

The words were a little erratic, and it was obvious that the speaking demon was moving. The old man took a deep breath and tried again, only to find that he still couldn't stand up from the container full of disgusting liquid.

Another voice came from a distance, making people shudder intermittently: "But... how could those damned enemies kill so many servants of God in such a short time?"

"You know how strong these god servants are! But they were killed almost at the same time just now!" Soon, another voice came, the skinny old man struggled, and the liquid made a splash ringing.

"Don't scare me! It's possible, it's possible that they are going to perform a mission to die together, you don't know,

After these god servants were killed, how terrible the explosion was! "A devil's voice came.

"The one over there seems to still have the strength to struggle! What a pity! If he rests for a few more days, he may be able to use it again..." Then, the owner of another voice seemed to hear the sound of water, and he sighed with emotion.

"But... but since the last time, they were completely wiped out, and the time is too close! Master Magic Origin would not waste God's servants like this..." When the old man was struggling, the conversation between the two demons seemed to have no intention of stopping .

"Ah!" There was a scream, which did not belong to those chattering demons, it was an old voice, accompanied by fear and unwillingness.

The old man struggling in the container knew that it was the scream of the "sacrifice" in another container, and he didn't want to end up with him.

He didn't want to die yet, so he struggled desperately, only then did he realize that there were many tubes inserted into his body, and it was these tubes that wrapped around his lower body, making him unable to leave this damn container.

On the other side, the voice of the devil has gradually approached: "Are you crazy? Do you dare to question the source of magic? Come with me! Work quickly! If they are dying, replace them with new sacrifices! Quick!"

The poor old man resigned himself to his fate and gave up struggling, because he knew that with his current weak body, he couldn't break free from such a device.

He could only sit there, gasping for breath, recalling the few words he just heard. However, he desperately discovered that he had already forgotten more than half of the damn conversation.

He beat his head twice with all his strength, and when he raised his head again, he saw the hideous faces of two demon believers.

"Don't struggle...don't struggle..." While inserting the long sword into the old man's chest, the demon in the head comforted him in a low voice: "You are like this, there is no point in living...sleep...sleep... ..."

The old man wanted to use his proud magic to burn these tiny demons in front of him, but he found that his palm could not condense the flame of magic at all.

His chest had been pierced by the long sword. He opened his mouth, wanting to take a breath, but he found that his chest was burning with pain. His strength is rapidly disappearing, scattered like quicksand.

"I am..." He wanted to say his name, but found that he couldn't even remember his name...

Endless darkness struck, and he closed his eyes——in this life, what have I done?

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