Chapter 1811: Heartbroken

"Ahhhh~ It hurts." Song Shuhang's body, which had turned into smoke, returned and let out a series of screams.

After the price of the appraisal was paid... Song Shuhang forcibly interrupted the appraisal secret method.

In this way, the appraisal failed.

[Very good, that's it...] Song Shuhang endured the severe pain and said secretly.

If the appraisal succeeded, it would be bad.

This mysterious senior didn't want to reveal his information and origins at all. If Song Shuhang accidentally identified some information, maybe in the end, this senior would have to choose to kill him to silence him.

Song Shuhang didn't want the identity and information of this senior either - he just wanted the severe pain paid for the appraisal secret method.

Then, enjoy the most wonderful pain in the world with me, senior! After Song Shuhang's body gathered, he returned to human form and looked at the position of the boy.

Under this level of severe pain, he couldn't hold on any longer. I wonder how this senior is doing?

On the opposite side.

Bang~~

The boy exploded, blood and flesh flew everywhere, the picture was extremely bloody and needed to be censored.

Song Shuhang: "..."

How could this happen?

After the secret method of identification was identified, it should only share the 'pain' with this mysterious senior, right? Why did he explode? This is inconsistent with the content of the bet, right?

While thinking, the flesh and bones were like time going backwards, recovering quickly and turning back into the appearance of a teenager.

"Hiss~~" The boy could no longer keep his smile, and he kept gasping for air.

He felt the severe pain of the 'secret method of identification' at the same time. This severe pain directly acted on the soul, and there was no defense, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

However, the bet ceremony has not yet given a result.

Both Song Shuhang and the boy were still gritting their teeth and persisting, not crying.

Under the rules of this bet ceremony, Song Shuhang and the boy, as long as they cried, whether in the smoke mode or the state of being shattered, as soon as tears flowed out of their eyes, they would be judged as failures.

"What kind of self-harming technique is this? It's really terrible." The boy gritted his teeth and said.

Song Shuhang replied without thinking: "The secret of menstruation."

The real name of the secret method could not be told to this mysterious senior, so as not to arouse his suspicion. Besides, he did not identify any information.

After saying that, Song Shuhang hugged his huge belly, slowly squatted down, and then chose a scientific angle to lie on his side, so as not to press his big belly.

In the end, he curled up into a ball, gritted his teeth and trembled, and his lips turned purple. However, Song Shuhang was prepared. He took out a white handkerchief from his bracelet, folded it tremblingly, stuffed it into his mouth, and gritted his teeth. He endured the mental pain like waves surging up one after another, plus the pain of ten months of pregnancy and childbirth.

"Ahhh~ah~" Outside the betting ceremony, the Fairy of Fortune seized the opportunity and uttered the Song family's four screams.

The tip of the tail of the Meritorious Snake Beauty slapped the ground hard, she was half a step late and didn't pinch it well.

It is worthy of her lifelong opponent, the Fairy of Fortune.

On the opposite side, the young man also imitated Song Shuhang, slowly lying on his side, clenching his teeth and trembling.

"What tricks do you have? Just use them." The young man said while trembling.

Song Shuhang: "Mmmmm~~"

Heipi Yurouzi blinked and translated: "Senior Song is saying, you can use whatever tricks you have, don't pity him."

"Hehe, it seems that you have reached your limit. Then, lose to me." The young man stretched out his hand and pointed it at Song Shuhang with trembling: "In the end, do you believe in the afterlife?"

"I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it." Song Shuhang said.

Many big men in the world of cultivators have the secret method of "reincarnation". As long as they don't die, they have the opportunity to start over. There are even many magic sects that have the skills of taking over bodies.

"No... In fact, there is no afterlife in this world. Despair - the mystery of cutting off the afterlife." The young man stretched out his hand and slapped Song Shuhang with trembling.

Song Shuhang only felt a slight chill on his body, and then... he felt nothing.

Instead, the boy himself suddenly turned pale and felt a chill all over his body - this was the backlash of a failed spell. A moment later, this backlash of a failed spell also synced to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang felt cold all over, but it was still within the tolerable range.

Song Shuhang: "Mmmmm?"

"Don't make noise, I want to be alone." The boy gritted his teeth.

The eyes of the virtuous snake beauty lit up: "Who is Jingjing?"

"..." The boy looked up at the sky and almost cried with anger.

"Senior, what was your spell just now? Did it fail when it was used on me?" Song Shuhang asked tremblingly while spitting out the handkerchief in his mouth.

He was very concerned about the spell that the senior had cast on him just now.

Because the name of that skill was quite awesome - the secret of cutting off the next life, it sounded like cutting off the descendants.

"Do you really believe in the afterlife?" The boy looked up and said, "If you believe in the afterlife, you will see the desperate illusion of your afterlife being wiped out one by one after this spell."

Song Shuhang trembled: "I really believe it."

"Then do you think you will have an afterlife?" The boy asked again with a pale face.

Song Shuhang thought about it, and said with a trembling voice: "I don't know, actually... I have only been practicing for more than half a year, and I don't have a concept of the next life. I feel that I should continue to practice first. If possible, I, like most Taoist friends, hope to go further on the road of practice, and it would be best if I can reach the level of immortality... Although ideals and dreams are just dreams, as a cultivator, there must be a goal. In addition, I always feel that if I fail, there should be only one way, 'death and disappearance of Taoism'."

Because the time of practice is still short, he has not considered things as far away as 'next life'. Just like a teenager, it is difficult for him to imagine what it feels like to be 'old and about to die'.

And because he always fights against the Tianjie boss in various ways, he always feels that if he fails in the way of practice, he will not have a chance to come back, and he will only die.

As he spoke, Song Shuhang's body shook more violently, and he felt that he was about to collapse.

"Your awareness is really not low." The corner of the boy's mouth twitched.

After a while,

The boy suddenly noticed a small problem: "How long did you say you have been practicing?"

"More than half a year, senior." Song Shuhang replied honestly. He couldn't stand it anymore. The pain in his soul surged in waves, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help but come out.

"Hehe, do you think you can stimulate me like this? Too naive." The boy struggled to sit up. He stretched out his hand and touched the third eye between his eyebrows: "Come on, under my third eye, all truths will be exposed."

A ray of light fell on Song Shuhang from the third eye.

After another long while.

"It hurts, little friend Ba Song." The boy said slowly. 8) For more exciting novels, please visit Dajia Reading Academy