Ouyang Ming had lost one of his hands and one of his calves. He was lying on the ground not far from Zhou Baopu, unable to move, like a dead dog. Subconsciously, he regarded the dark curved scythe as the biggest threat. Once this biggest threat was removed from his body, he would no longer have any energy to support him to continue to stand and stay awake.
Finally, Ouyang Ming collapsed and fell into a coma.
Zhou Baopu looked at this scene stupidly, and then a cruel smile appeared in his eyes.
The hands that gripped the handle of the sickle tightened again, and Zhou Baopu pinned the dark curved sickle to his waist again. Just like he had cut out a medicinal herb and hunted a wild beast before, Zhou Baopu's movement of placing the dark curved sickle was like clouds and flowing water, as if what it had just dealt with was not a living person, but a worthless beast.
Zhou Baopu came to Ouyang Ming, bent down and picked up Ouyang Ming's broken hand and leg, and came to the edge of the mountain top.
Several vultures were circling on the mountainside, making happy calls from time to time. And the eastern sky is covered with morning glow, and it’s another sunny day. A sunny day should bring a good mood.
Zhou Baopu looked at the rising sun on the horizon and sighed with emotion. Just like the sky that was as dark as ink just now, he had just experienced a life and death catastrophe, and he had finally stepped out of the bleak time of being as dark as ink. When Ouyang Ming fell to the ground and passed out, Fang ushered in another glorious new life.
The sound of an eagle that usually sounded particularly annoying now actually sounded pleasant to the ears, and Zhou Baopu showed a rare smile of relief.
Zhou Baopu raised the human flesh in his hand and threw it towards the eagle on the mountainside. Before Ouyang Ming's severed hands and legs landed on the ground, he was caught by the circling eagle. The eagle grabbed the human flesh and screamed happily. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from Zhou Baopu's eyes and went to a hidden place to enjoy breakfast.
Zhou Baopu turned around, came to Ouyang Ming's side again, bent down, picked up Ouyang Ming's body, and put it on his shoulders with a wave of his hand. After looking around and finding that no one appeared, Zhou Baopu came to the teleportation array on the top of the mountain, took out a teleportation talisman, and teleported directly to his cave.
After skillfully opening and closing the training room, Zhou Baopu threw Ouyang Ming onto the stone ground.
He landed with a thud, but unfortunately Ouyang Ming was so sleepy that he didn't wake up.
Zhou Baopu came to the edge of the training room, found a piece of hemp rope, and skillfully tied Ouyang Ming with a five-flowered rope, and tied Ouyang Ming to the boulder where he practiced.
After doing this, Zhou Baopu looked at the tied Ouyang Ming and couldn't help but frown.
Zhou Baopu was very unhappy with Ouyang Ming's sleepiness. He was very happy when Ouyang Ming passed out before, because Ouyang Ming's coma at that time meant that his life crisis was eliminated. But it was different now. He needed Ouyang Ming to speak. Looking at the prisoner in front of him, Zhou Baopu's eyes flashed with a fierce light.
In fact, Zhou Baopu himself didn't even know that after he embarked on the journey of blood refining, the dark curved sickle had an increasing influence on him. It was just that this was a gradual process and he had not noticed it yet. In the past, when faced with the sleepy Ouyang Ming, even if Ouyang Ming was his enemy and wanted his life, Zhou Baopu would probably feel pity. But now is not the past, and Zhou Baopu is no longer the Zhou Baopu he was before.
Zhou Baopu directly brought over a basin of water, grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it into the water. After mixing it with his hands, Zhou Baopu sprinkled the salt water directly towards Ouyang Ming.
To rub salt into the wound?
Yes, this is exactly what Zhou Baopu is doing.
Fearing that the water would not wake up the unconscious Ouyang Ming, Zhou Baopu did everything possible, even soaking the wound in salt water.
When the salt water hits the wound, it makes a sizzling sound, like cold oil hitting a hot pot, making a heart-wrenching sound. After Zhou Baopu heard this voice, he didn't feel any anxiety or displeasure. He even felt a faint excitement coming from his heart. Unknowingly, he has become accustomed to torture and killing, and his habit is slowly turning into enjoyment.
But even so, Ouyang Ming still didn't wake up. The pain from the salt on the wound could not make up for Ouyang Ming's blood loss and weak Qi. And it would be difficult for Ouyang Ming to be possessed by this level of damage. After being possessed by a demon, it is difficult to wake up from the drowsiness unless the body recovers to a certain extent.
Zhou Baopu didn't know this, he just knew that his method failed. This made Zhou Baopu very angry. He didn't know whether he was dissatisfied with Ouyang Ming's lack of clarity or because his methods were not cruel enough.
Zhou Baopu's eyes flashed with coldness. He raised his right hand and pressed his forehead, thinking about how to deal with the unconscious Ouyang Ming.
After pressing his forehead for a moment, Zhou Baopu's right hand touched his waist while lowering it, and also touched the dark curved sickle hanging on his waist.
Touching the dark curved sickle, Zhou Baopu felt a chill, and at the same time his heart became clearer. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After this smile appeared, he immediately used the method, and it seemed that he had already mastered the method. He found a way to deal with Ouyang Ming.
Zhou Baopu thought about why Ouyang Ming was unconscious. Now looking at the situation of the battle, it was not Ouyang Ming who was afraid of him, but the dark curved sickle in his hand.
After figuring this out, Zhou Baopu pulled out the curved scythe from his waist, staring closely at the black and white body of the curved scythe, Zhou Baopu showed a cruel sinister smile.
"If you want to blame, blame yourself. Want to kill me? It's okay if you can kill me. But now you are in my hands. If I don't give you some clues, wouldn't I be letting you down?"
With this in mind, Zhou Baopu had already made a move towards Ouyang Ming.
No, it shouldn't be a move.
What Zhou Baopu holds in his right hand is a dark curved sickle. It should be said that Zhou Baopu used the sickle on Ouyang Ming.
Although in Zhou Baopu's heart, Ouyang Ming has been sentenced to death, Zhou Baopu still doesn't want his life. Because Zhou Baopu not only wanted to kill Ouyang Ming, but also wanted to know who instigated Ouyang Ming to kill him.
Zhou Baopu knew clearly that he had no enmity with Ouyang Ming.
And it is impossible for a person with no grievances or hatred to kill him without some reason.
There is no love for no reason, no hate for no reason, and no killing of human life for no reason.
Although Zhou Baopu knew that Ouyang Ming was from the Bloodthirsty Palace, there were so many people involved in the Bloodthirsty Palace. How to quickly target a target among so many people? Obtaining information from Ou Yangming is the only and fastest way, at least for the current Zhou Baopu.
With this calculation, Zhou Baopu drew a sickle in the air with his sickle, and then slashed towards Ouyang Ming's left elbow.
Poof, Ouyang Ming's left arm was severed from the elbow, half hanging on his right shoulder, and half falling on the stone ground. Ouyang Ming's left arm was severed by Zhou Baopu's black scythe. The two parts went in different directions and were finally located in different positions, but the same blood remained.
Under such stimulation, Ouyang Ming's body trembled, his brows furrowed, and his lips grinned in pain.
Ouyang Ming finally didn't wake up. Even though he lost another left arm, he still didn't wake up.
Zhou Baopu looked at Ouyang Ming, who was still asleep, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "It seems that I am still too kind. Since you can't wake up after repeated attacks, don't blame me for being merciless."
So the sickle in Zhou Baopu's hand slashed at Ouyang Ming's left leg again. Without the protection of blood, Ouyang Ming's body was really fragile in front of the dark curved sickle. It was almost like the sickle fell to pieces, without any resistance. Just now, the loss of his left hand could still make Ouyang Ming's body tremble, but now the chop of his left leg can no longer arouse any reaction from Ouyang Ming.
Zhou Baopu looked at Ouyang Ming who had lost his arms and legs, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but wonder why the dark curved sickle couldn't wake up Ouyang Ming.
Zhou Baopu, who was troubled in his heart, really had nothing to do with the sleepy Ouyang Ming.
At his wits' end, Zhou Baopu threw the sickle at Ouyang Ming. The sickle landed on Ouyang Ming's abdomen, and the sickle blade sank in and refused to come out again.
There was almost no blood in Ouyang Ming's body, but after the dark curved sickle was inserted into his body, blood began to flow out of his body. But Zhou Baopu did not see this scene, because after throwing away the sickle in annoyance, Zhou Baopu had already turned his head and walked towards the training room before the sickle could penetrate Ouyang Ming's abdomen.
"Uh-huh..."
Before Zhou Baopu could leave the training room, he was stopped by Ouyang Ming's painful groan.
Turning around, Zhou Baopu came to Ouyang Ming again. At this time, Ouyang Ming's face became even paler. It was hard to imagine how gurgling blood gushes out of Ouyang Ming's pale body, and how it was swallowed up bit by bit by the dark curved sickle.
At this time, Ouyang Ming was possessed by the devil again, because if he was not possessed by the devil, he would die.
Seeing his own blood pouring towards Black Scythe, Ouyang Ming had a look of horror on his face. At this time, he still had a little bit of consciousness left, and he looked at Zhou Baopu with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"No, no... don't want it!"
Ouyang Ming wanted to express something, but he couldn't quite make a sound, as if he had encountered something that frightened him.
Seeing that Ouyang Ming woke up, but was gradually losing his life under the swallowing of the black sickle, Zhou Baopu rushed to Ouyang Ming, bent down and pulled out the dark sickle, stopping the black sickle from swallowing Ouyang Ming's blood. . He currently needs a living Ouyang Ming, and will only allow his opponent to die when he runs out.
"What on earth do you want to say? I'll give you a chance. But I hope you understand and don't talk nonsense, otherwise I will have a hundred ways to make you unable to survive or die." He looked like he had lost his humanity
. Ouyang Ming, Zhou Baopu said expressionlessly.