The tattooed man who had been brutally beaten to within an inch of his life actually recovered in such a short time—this brought tremendous shock to Jun Changxiao!

The healing pills in the system could do this, but that was essentially a cheat. In contrast, this guy just lay on the ground, did nothing, and recovered simply by absorbing the gathered firefly light. Could it be… he had encountered a fellow practitioner?

Jun Changxiao immediately became vigilant.

“Impossible.”

The system said: “The host possessing a system is absolutely unique in this story, absolutely impossible to replicate.”

“Then how did he suddenly recover?” Jun Changxiao asked.

“Well…” The system considered briefly, saying: “Perhaps he cultivates some kind of martial technique that can rapidly heal injuries.”

“So he’s a talent then?” Jun Changxiao’s eyes lit up, a bold idea rising in his heart.

That’s right!

Recruit him to use as a shield!

Just thinking about Xiao Zuiji carrying a human-shaped shield that could also self-heal—his combat power would definitely skyrocket!

What if he doesn’t submit?

Simple, just get his martial technique!

Thinking this, Jun Changxiao became calm, then asked: “Why do you seek death?”

“Because…” The tattooed man’s head drooped even lower, his expression pained: “I devoted my life to the martial path, but in the end my woman ran off with someone else!”

He wouldn’t tell anyone that he possessed the Spirit of Reincarnation and that he grew stronger with each death, so he made up a random lie.

Forcibly cuckolding himself.

To be able to tell such a lie, he truly was a super weirdo!

Jun Changxiao sympathized: “Buddy, you’re really pitiful.”

“But…”

He paused, then said: “There are fish in the sea, why fixate on just one flower? Besides, one unsuitable person left, perhaps you’ll meet someone even better. There’s no need to seek death over feelings.”

He couldn’t let this person die—he either needed to recruit him or obtain his martial technique.

“No!”

The tattooed man said painfully: “My heart is dead, living has no meaning.”

From every facial micro-expression and every body movement, it was clear he had undergone rigorous training to achieve such top-tier acting skills.

“You really want to die?”

“Only death can free me!”

“…”

Jun Changxiao fell silent briefly, then said: “Alright, I’ll fulfill your wish.”

The tattooed man’s gaze flashed with excitement, then he continued lying on the ground, assuming a position ready to be slaughtered, saying: “Please don’t show me any mercy, because killing me would be doing a good deed!”

“…”

This guy was truly a weirdo.

“I have a method that can make you die.” Jun Changxiao said: “But it requires cooperation, requires you to relax your mind and spirit!”

“Could it be, perhaps…”

The system was muttering when the tattooed man said without consideration: “As long as it lets me die, I’ll absolutely cooperate fully!”

He completely relaxed his mind and soul, and instantly disappeared, then appeared inside the Heavenly Origin Soul Prison Tower, wondering: “What is this place?”

“Snap!”

Suddenly, light flickered behind him.

A sinister little face appeared before him, saying: “Paradise of Love.”

“Er Ya.”

Jun Changxiao who followed in said: “This guy wants to die, so I’ll leave him to you. Remember, you must torment him to death.”

“Okay!”

Er Ya’s gaze burned intensely, but she transmitted: “Master, my Soul Suppression Whip can only purify and whip others, it can’t truly annihilate them.”

“That’s exactly right!”

Jun Changxiao said: “I need you to let him deeply experience what ‘suffering worse than death’ feels like, so he can transform from a death-seeking mentality to striving to live, living bravely!”

“…”

The system said: “Too wicked!”

That’s not quite fair—after all, someone was dead-set on dying, and Jun Changxiao was counseling him, helping him build expectations for a beautiful future, which was doing a good deed!

“Oh!”

Er Ya understood: “I get it!”

For this training expert, Jun Changxiao was quite confident, so he patted the tattooed man’s shoulder, saying: “Buddy, I hope in your next life you can meet a woman to grow old with, to compensate for the grievances you suffered in this life.”

The tattooed man cupped his hands, deeply grateful: “You’re a good person!”

“Take care!”

Jun Changxiao left the Heavenly Origin Soul Suppression Tower and continued sitting cross-legged in the prison to recuperate.

Time was tight—he had to recover to peak condition one step ahead of the Fortress Master, then disperse the martial artists in the city and find an opportunity to plant the bomb.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Just as Dog Leftover left, ropes flew out from the void, instantly binding the tattooed man tightly in a ‘U’ shape.

“Hey!”

He grinned: “This method of dying has some novelty.”

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

The Soul Suppression Whip, Soul Suppression Candles, and other tools appeared one by one.

“Swish!”

Er Ya ripped off her nightgown, revealing leather jacket, leather pants, and leather boots, then donned a hat engraved with the character for ‘prison’, pressing it down slightly with a queen-like demeanor: “Which method of death do you choose?”

“Only children make choices!”

The tattooed man said proudly: “I want them all!”

He also realized this seemed to be preparing to torture him, but he didn’t care at all—because as long as he could die and start over, what did suffering a bit before kicking the bucket matter!

Er Ya’s gaze showed bewilderment.

Since following her master, she had personally trained various types and levels of martial artists, but had never encountered such an eager subject who wanted to be abused and even selected all the methods. Could he have some special fetish?

“Alright!”

Er Ya picked up the Soul Suppression Whip, her little face turning demonic: “This young miss will fulfill your wish today and use methods never used before to let you die!”

“Quick quick quick!”

The tattooed man said: “I can’t wait any longer!”

“…”

Er Ya’s mouth twitched.

This guy really did have some special fetish—no wonder the master sent him in. Good! Starting now, I’ll let you experience what ‘suffering worse than death’ means, what ‘death and revival’ means!

“Swish!”

Er Ya suddenly raised the Soul Suppression Whip.

That power from soul whipping gathered within it, immediately flashing with dazzling brilliant light.

The Void Eye and the twelve patrol envoys curled up nearby witnessed this, breaking out in cold sweat, their scalps tingling, their feet going weak!

As veterans, they could determine the strength from the whip’s luster, and what was now flashing was definitely something they had never experienced before. According to the danger classification of the nine layers of hell, this was absolutely… super A-class!

“Crack!”

The crisp whip sound echoed in the prison.

All the prisoners who heard it felt their hair stand on end, felt terrified and trembling.

“…”

The tattooed man who had been whipped once, the excited expression on his face immediately froze, gradually replaced by a fierce look, and he gritted his teeth: “Again!”

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

Er Ya spun in the air like a dancing celestial maiden, wielding the Soul Suppression Whip, then wildly lashing the opponent’s body. That pain from the soul instantly flooded into his consciousness.

The tattooed man’s expression evolved from fierce to ferocious, his entire being like a fish placed on a cutting board, with a chef using a knife to scrape off scales, bringing pain that pervaded his whole body.

“Crack crack crack!”

“Crack crack crack crack crack!”

“Ah—Ah—”

As Er Ya increased the whipping frequency, the tattooed man finally could no longer endure it and immediately let out pig-like squeals.

This level of torture—I’ll definitely be able to die!

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