SFS Chapter 102 Siming is still alive
Chapter 102 Siming is still alive
Chapter 102 Siming is still alive
The people from the Spirit Hall did not chase Tang Hao and the others. After all, Bibi Dong's goal had been achieved, and Tang Hao and Jian Douluo were just unexpected accidents.
"Take him back." Bibi Dong waved her hand and said, looking at the direction where Tang Hao went away, she sighed silently. The loss of the Spirit Hall this time was not small. If Tang Hao and Jian Douluo were forced to stay, the loss would exceed the limit of his ability to bear. After all, in addition to her Pope, the Spirit Hall also had the Elder Hall to contain him.
In the dim space, Jiang Siming's hands and feet were handcuffed and hanging in the air. Bibi Dong arranged for someone to feed Jiang Siming some ginseng soup from time to time to help him hang on to life. The dying Jiang Siming couldn't even open his eyes. His face was without a trace of moisture, as if it was a human skin mask. His eyelids were dry and stiff. There was a fist-sized hole in his dantian, and the flesh and blood on the side had dried up and shriveled. If it weren't for the clear feeling of his heartbeat, I'm afraid no one would believe that the person in front of them was actually alive.
"Tell me? You are in this state, it's worse than death! Tell me how to make bullets, and I will give you a quick death!" The beautiful woman standing in front of Jiang Siming was Bibi Dong.
"Either kill me or let me go, but remember, as long as I'm alive, the Spirit Hall will perish!" Jiang Siming's dry lips could no longer move, and he spoke vaguely only with his still conscious tongue.
"Why are you so persistent? Friends? Lover?" Bibi Dong asked loudly.
"You are very conflicted, right? What do you want to hear me say? You long for others' care, but you can't let go of the pain of the past! You are really pitiful!" Jiang Siming said with some sarcasm.
Bibi Dong looked at the wooden man in front of her and for a moment she didn't know what to do with him.
I don’t know how much time has passed. After all, in this dim cage, I can’t see the sunlight outside. Now Jiang Siming is like a tree that is about to dry up completely.
Bibi Dong never came to see Jiang Siming again, but there was always someone who kept feeding Jiang Siming some ginseng soup to keep him alive.
"You are going to die, don't you regret it?" Jiang Siming heard that cold voice again in his mind.
"I have no choice." Jiang Siming said weakly.
"No one forced you. I don't know what secrets you have, but the power in your body is indeed very strong!" There seemed to be a hint of sigh in the cold voice.
"I had no choice."
"But you're dying." This time there was some regret in his voice.
Jiang Siming was silent and this time he did not answer.
Gradually, Jiang Siming fell into a deep sleep.
in white space.
"System, I don't want to die now. Is there any way?" In the white space, Jiang Siming turned back into his original handsome appearance, but he looked very weak. He asked the system anxiously.
"Ding, host, please handle it yourself."
"What kind of system do you have? Don't you have any defense mechanism at all?" Jiang Siming was really speechless at this moment.
"What would happen if I became the successor of a certain god?" Jiang Siming asked tentatively.
"unknown!"
Inside Shrek Academy.
It has been 21 days since the end of the Soul Master Competition.
"Senior Jian's injuries have stabilized, but he has lost too much vitality. I'm afraid he will die within ten years... Alas!" Tang San said with a sigh.
In the dim room, no one spoke except Tang San, and the room was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
"Dad, will Brother Siming be okay?" Ning Rongrong shook Ning Fengzhi's hand desperately with red and swollen eyes.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi was indeed looking up at the empty ceiling at a 45-degree angle, and the tears that were rolling in his eyes were so afraid that they flowed down. Jiang Siming had done so much for the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, but he could not help him at all. Even Jian Douluo, who had watched him grow up, was in critical condition. As the leader of a sect, Ning Fengzhi's decision was right, but as the elder of Jiang Siming and the junior of Jian Douluo, Ning Fengzhi felt that he was wrong. Self-blame and regret were deeply rooted in Ning Fengzhi's mind.
"He promised me that he would never lie to me. He won't die!" Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice echoed in the room.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing with a smile on her face, everyone was at a loss for words. She was in so much pain that she couldn't cry anymore, right? She could only tell herself over and over again that her man was fine!
"boom"
The half-closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the person who came in was Tang Hao.
"Si Ming, he should still be alive!" Tang Hao's loud voice seemed to bring hope to everyone.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing stood up suddenly, tears streaming down her face, and then she fainted on the ground.
Inside the Shrek meeting room.
"Ghost Douluo came to me!" Tang Hao said in a deep voice. It was obvious that the information from this person was not credible.
"Si Ming is not dead yet, and Spirit Hall has not yet obtained what it wants." Tang Hao said while looking at everyone.
Everyone was confused, only Tang San and Ning Fengzhi looked at each other subconsciously.
After so many days of suffering, Jiang Siming still did not tell the secret of the bullets, so Bibi Dong had no choice but to turn her attention to the Shrek Seven Devils. After all, the supply of bullets from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was endless. There must be someone who knew the formula of the gunpowder in the bullets.
Tang Hao noticed the looks in Tang San and Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and naturally understood that it was true.
"What kind of person are you?" A girl in a black robe in the secret room reached out her hand to touch Jiang Siming's face, which was as white as a dead tree.
"Are you sympathizing with me?" Jiang Siming, with his eyes closed, suddenly made a hoarse voice, scaring the girl so much that she withdrew her hand.
“Why do you have to go against the Spirit Hall?” The black-robed girl seemed to be questioning, with a sense of grievance and stubbornness in her words.
"Girl, I would like to ask you, what did I do from the beginning to the end? Is that Yan really dead?" Jiang Siming suddenly felt funny.
Jiang Siming has been avoiding the Spirit Hall. He thought that his concessions and slight changes to the plot in advance could prevent the tragedy from happening.
No matter it was Salas' assassination or Bibi Dong's arrest of him in order to get the secret of his bullet, Jiang Siming resisted, resisted the almighty Spirit Hall, so Jiang Siming was against the Spirit Hall and was a sinner.
The black-robed girl was speechless for a moment. In her heart, the Pope was the most sacred, the Spirit Hall was the supreme existence, and the Spirit Hall was the truth.
"Hand over what the Pope wants, and you still have a chance to survive." The girl said coldly, turned around and left.
Jiang Siming, who was handcuffed and hung there like a dried corpse, shook his head very slowly, disdaining the girl's words. No matter what, Bibi Dong would not let him go.
In the dark prison cell, Jiang Siming smiled at himself in his heart. He had a system but ended up in this situation. He was probably the most miserable among all the time travelers!
(End of this chapter)