The monk in white stood up, holding a vajra pestle made from the thigh bone of a young girl, glowing brightly in his hand.
"I have prayed to the Great Black Heaven, and He nodded to me," the monk said blandly. "We can set off now."
Another great monk smiled as he stood, as four women formed a lotus platform of flesh and clung around him,
with two Mingfei embracing his arms, their skin pierced by bone fragments, still bleeding.
From a distance, this bizarre and horrifying scene carried a unique beauty.
"Compassion, compassion!"
The two in the Innate Realm sighed in unison, walking side by side, exiting the temporarily constructed underground palace.
......
Black Market.
Thoughts returned to reality.
The crowd was bustling and noisy.
"Since you can't provide a prize."
Zhang Fusheng looked up at the motionless old man at the chess stall, his eyes full of fear, and picked up the dark red chessboard on the ground.
He said quietly:
"Let's use this as compensation?"
