Mutated Tao Chapter 798: Help

Chapter 798 Help

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

"This natural disaster is completely different from the past! In the past, at most, the rot is gone! The day is gone! This time, death is gone!"

"Do you know what this means? This is not a trivial matter!" Li Huowang wandered back and forth in the house, feeling extremely anxious at the moment.

"Every time a natural disaster occurs, it is because of the turmoil of the heavenly realm. If the death suddenly disappears this time, something must have happened to the heavenly realm of death!"

Li Huowang stopped, and the fastest possibility appeared in his mind. He suddenly looked at his reflection in the water basin. "You said! Is it because those orderlings who believe in Dharma have snatched away the way of death? Are you doing anything?"

"Still, others are calling at the door! Are you still so confused?"

"I have a counterattack, it should be."

When he saw himself in the mirror finally started to speak, Li Huowang cursed fiercely. "You know it too! I thought you were dead!"

"It shouldn't be that time, is there something wrong?" Ji Ji's tone was still so uneven.

Li Huowang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he rushed over and asked anxiously: "What's going on! What happened to Kuixi, who is in charge of the death of heaven?"

"He is dead."

Hearing this, Li Huowang's pupils shrank to extremely small in an instant, "Dead? Really dead? How did he die? Was he killed by Yu Ershen's party?"

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

"Who is in the hands of death? Why is the lower realm like this now?"

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

The veins on Li Huowang's forehead began to bulge out of anger, and his clenched fists trembled slightly. "Okay, then I'll ask you who knows! Who is the commander of the seven private people? Should I trust?"

"Should, at least for now, we are on one side, and he should not harm me."

Li Huowang, who finally got some news, finally let go of the anger in his heart. "Then what's the situation on your side? Did Xuan Mi help a lot in the past?"

"I don't know Xuan Mi for the time being. You will ask me next time. At that time, I should have met her a few times."

"Huh?" A question mark slowly appeared in Li Huowang's mind, what does this guy mean?

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

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

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

Li Huowang has lost his temper at the moment, "What are you talking about! I don't want to guess riddles!"

"Help, I will help you with this matter."

After saying this thoughtless sentence, Ji Ji finally fell silent.

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

"Damn! Calling trash is flattering you!"

After saying this, an angry Li Huowang walked out of the door. Ji Ji was still unreliable as always, so he still had to figure out a way in this situation.

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

It was a place that was deliberately separated from the big camp. The flies buzzing in the air proved that the smell there didn't seem to be pleasant, and the black smoke never stopped for a moment.

Li Huowang, who was frowning tightly, showed a hint of disgust on his face, and walked towards that side.

When Li Huowang caught it from a basket, a tragic scene soon appeared in front of him.

In the past, whether it was a mass grave or a pile of dead people, he had seen a lot, but he had never felt so sick to his stomach like 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 a head, or they may not have half of their body.

But no matter how fatally injured they are, no matter what their bodies have become, they are still moving.

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

Everyone who should have died on the battlefield before can't rest in peace, enduring the torment of decay without a deadline.

They could only watch helplessly as their bodies gradually rotted, with pus, rot, swelling, maggots and bare bones.

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

Blobs of moving flesh and blood were thrown from the fork into the stove.

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

The screams of despair mixed with the crackling of burning flesh did not bring together the final chapter of death.

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

"They are not dead."

A mummified old lama wearing a cockscomb hat walked beside Li Huowang, and he was spinning the wheel over and over again in his hand, and the buzzing sound of the wheel was ringing again and 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 burnt into pieces one by one, and each one would feel the pain and torture of physical division."

"Now their pain is hundreds of times and thousands of times more painful than before. They don't cry not because they don't want to cry, but because they don't have a mouth and can't cry. They don't move because they don't want to move, but because they don't want to move. Because they can't move without limbs."

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

Listening to what the bardo lama said, Li Huowang felt his scalp numb and his hands and feet feel cold.

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

"Death is the cycle of reincarnation and the fate of human beings. Many people are afraid of death and avoid Him at all costs, but they don't know that death is the most precious blessing that Mahakala bestows on everyone. It's a pity that they don't know it. Cherish it, only when you lose it will you regret it.”