Chapter 798 Help

"Speak! Why don't you speak?" Li Huowang, with an ugly face, looked at his reflection in the basin and asked sternly.

"This time's natural disaster is completely different from the past! In the past, at best, it was just rot and disappeared! Daylight disappeared! This time, death disappeared!"

"Do you know what this means? This is no small matter!" Li Huowang wandered back and forth in the room, feeling extremely anxious at the moment.

"Every time a natural disaster occurs, it is because of the turbulence of the Heavenly Dao. But this time death suddenly disappears, then something must have happened to the Deathly Dao!"

Li Huowang stopped, and the fastest possibility appeared in his mind. He suddenly looked at his reflection in the basin. "Tell me! Did the commanders of the Dharma religion take away the way of death? Are you doing something?"

"Or, others are coming to the door! Are you still so confused?"

"I fought back, I guess."

When he saw himself in the mirror finally starting to speak, Li Huowang cursed fiercely. "You know how to come out! I thought you were dead long ago!"

"It shouldn't be time. Is there something wrong?" Ji Quan's tone was still so uneven.

Li Huowang was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, and rushed over immediately, asking anxiously: "What's going on! What happened to Kui Ming, who is in charge of the way of death?"

"he died."

Hearing this, Li Huowang's pupils instantly shrank to a minimum, "Dead? Really dead? How did he die? Was he killed by Yu Ershen's accomplices?"

"Probably." Ji Quan's eyes showed a hint of confusion.

"Whose hands is the law of death? Why is the lower world like this now?"

"Yeah" Ji Liang pondered. "I don't know, I didn't see it either."

The veins on Li Huowang's forehead began to pop out in anger, and his clenched fists trembled slightly. "Okay, then let me ask you what you know! Who is the commander who gave me seven private people? Should I trust them?"

"Probably, at least for now, we are on the same side, and he will not harm me."

Li Huowang, who finally got some news, finally relieved some of the anger in his heart. "So how is the situation over there? Did Xuan Mi help a lot in the past?"

"I don't know Xuan Mi yet. If you ask me next time, I should have met her several times by then."

"Huh?" A question slowly popped up in Li Huowang's mind. What does this guy mean?

"Is there anything else? I'm quite busy here."

"Yes! The last one! Do you need me to go to Bai Yujing to help you?" Ji Yan was finally caught, and Li Huowang had to ask carefully.

"It depends on which one, you help me? Or you help me? Or you help me?"

Li Huowang had completely lost his temper at this moment, "What on earth are you going to say! I don't want to guess riddles!"

"Help, I'll help you with this matter."

After saying this meaningless sentence, Ji Quan finally stopped making any movement.

Looking at the indifferent reflection in front of him, Li Huowang drew his sword instantly with a swipe, and cut the reflection in the water and the copper basin in half.

"Damn it! Calling you useless is just flattering you!"

After saying this, an angry Li Huowang walked out of the door. Ji Liang was still unreliable as always. In this case, he still had to find a way on his own.

As soon as he came out, he found that the atmosphere in the entire military camp was obviously not right. Everyone looked extremely nervous and looked east from time to time.

There was a place that was deliberately isolated from the big camp. The buzzing flies in the air proved that the smell there didn't seem to be good, and the thick black smoke didn't stop for a moment.

The frowning Li Huowang showed a trace of disgust on his face and walked towards that direction.

When Li Huowang fished out of a basket, a tragic scene soon appeared in front of him.

In the past, he had seen many graves and piles of dead people, but he had never felt so nauseated as he did today.

All kinds of rotting human bodies were stripped of their clothes and stuffed into the wooden fence like rotten meat. They may not have heads, or half of their bodies.

But no matter how mortally wounded they were, no matter what their bodies became, they were still moving.

Death is gone, but decay is not, and neither is pain.

Everyone who should have died on the battlefield before could not rest in peace now, enduring the torture of decay indefinitely.

They could only watch as their bodies gradually rotted away, causing pus, rot, swelling, and maggots to expose their bones.

But now Li Huowang and the others could only think of fire to solve their pain. The huge furnace was burning day and night.

The moving lumps of flesh and blood were stuck in the fork and thrown into the stove.

But the flames covered their bodies, burning their tongues and internal organs, and boiling their blood and brains. They still couldn't let them give up screaming and struggling for a moment.

The desperate screams and the crackling sounds of burning flesh were mixed together, but they could not be combined into the final chapter of death.

Only when their bodies are completely burned to ashes can they be completely quiet.

"They're not dead."

An old mummified lama wearing a cockscomb hat walked beside Li Huowang. He was spinning the wheel over and over again, and the buzzing sound of the wheel was ringing over and over again.

He looked at the black smoke rising from the furnace and the piles of ashes pulled out from under the furnace, and said again: "They are not dead."

"Their bodies were burned into pieces, and each piece will feel the pain and torture of physical division."

"Now their pain is hundreds of times more painful than before. They didn't shout not because they didn't want to shout, but because they had no mouth to shout. They didn't move not because they didn't want to move, but because they didn't. I can’t move my arms and legs.”

"If Mahakala does not come back, then they will be accompanied by this kind of torture and pain forever."

Listening to everything the lama of the Zhongyin Temple said, Li Huowang felt his scalp numb and his hands and feet cold.

Just thinking about that kind of situation happening to him can make Li Huowang, who has endured all kinds of torture, shudder.

"Death is reincarnation and human destiny. Many people are afraid of death and avoid it at all costs. But they don't know that death is actually the most precious blessing that Mahakala bestows on everyone. Unfortunately, they don't know how to cherish it. You will regret it only if you lose it.”