After finishing these actions, Run Sheng exerted all his strength, pressing his shoulders, back, hips, and legs against Shen Huaiyang, briefly holding him tightly in place.
This detail wasn't taught by Li Zhiyuan; Li Zhiyuan allowed Run Sheng to improvise, after all, Run Sheng understood the sensation of biting in madness, thus naturally knowing how to counteract it.
The White Crane True Monarch, wielding the Double Mace, approached, swinging with force, pounding on the shovel's head.
This scene looked like Run Sheng helping to hold the nail while the White Crane True Monarch swung a large hamr.
The Liang Sisters and others subconsciously swallowed; in a normal fight, how could such a scene occur? Life-and-death combat could not be rehearsed in advance.
But the problem was, such an illogical thing really happened.
In the tree, Sun Yan reached out to pinch the dead bird beside her.
The dead bird's white eyes stared at the scene below, and Sun Yan felt she needed to record this scene to show her young master later.
"Bang!"
One strike!
"Bang!"
Another strike!
After three continuous strikes, the shovel successfully pried open Shen Huaiyang's entire skull, revealing the writhing red and white inside.
On the wheelchair, Tan Wenbin suddenly raised his neck, white hair flying, his mouth open, a sharp scream issuing from his throat.
Taking advantage of the Array's power, two infants had sohow already been lurking above. At the mont Shen Huaiyang's skull was pried open, their four little hands gripped together, casting their most powerful spell downward!
In an instant, the inside of Shen Huaiyang's head turned black, oozing a nauseating thickness, then began to violently boil and evaporate.
Shen Huaiyang's eyes rolled upward, his face showing indescribable pain, and he let out a wailing cry like a sob.
He released his arms entangled with Run Sheng, his body retreating continually, wisps of black smoke rising from his head, and his vitality quickly disappearing.
The Liang Sisters exchanged a glance, and the younger sister, Liang Li, imdiately dashed forward, holding a dagger, aiming straight at Shen Huaiyang's face, intending to deliver another blow to an already dood enemy.
They couldn't help it; having watched from start to finish without participating, they wanted a sense of involvent.
"Bang!"
Liang Li's dagger was blocked by Lin Shuyou's mace.
Liang Li: "What do you an?"
Lin Shuyou: "Our Brother Xiao Yuan said, the face can't be damaged; the head has to be cut off and taken away for display."
Liang Li exclaid, "When did he tell you that?"
Lin Shuyou: "In my heart."
Liang Li felt Ah You was mocking her.
"Thud!"
Shen Huaiyang fell backward, collapsing to the ground.
His mind was nearly empty now, with just a bit of black fluid still oozing out.
Run Sheng reassembled the Yellow River Shovel, walked over, lifted the shovel, and with a stomp.
"Crunch!"
The head separated from the body. He bent down, lifted it up; it was so light, and simply tied it to his waist.
Li Zhiyuan: "Let's go, find Zhao Yi."
...
In front of Shuilian Cave.
To soothe Chen Jing's emotions and prevent him from going berserk again, Zhao Yi kept telling him stories.
Having finished with his own childhood, he started telling others' stories, ones that Chen Jing would soon witness himself, adding more credibility.
He spoke of Run Sheng, born a Deadman, hunted and driven to hide everywhere.
He told of Yin ng, unloved in Fengdu, subsisting on charity als from strangers from a young age.
He told of Lin Shuyou, unable to perform Divination and considered a waste at the temple, even kicked out to fend for himself.
He also spoke of Tan Wenbin, whose parents' relationship fractured in his youth, neglected by his mother, abused by his father, and subjected to electric shock torture in a juvenile detention center.
Later, he ntioned marrying soone and having children, only for them to die early, leading his wife to leave, while the resentful spirit of the children forever followed, trapping him in inescapable guilt.
When a person feels they are very miserable, it's better to provide more misery comparisons than simple comfort; it makes them feel better inside.
The effect was evident as the ferocity in Chen Jing's eyes weakened, even beginning to feel sympathy for Tan Wenbin:
"Brother Binbin was so unfortunate..."
Zhao Yi, caught up in spinning tales, continued: "And that one with the surna 'Li,' that's sothing extraordinary!"
Li Zhiyuan: "What's extraordinary?"
Zhao Yi: "He united them all together, huddled for warmth, truly an extraordinary person."
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