"It's been three whole years. Know what I've lost in three years?"

    "Seven hundred million dollars! For three years I stopped all business and stayed with you here in the mountains. Finally ask your old man, are you willing to share your ability with me?"

    A scalpel with a silver pattern cut a deep bloody groove in a still slightly humanoid flesh. The bloodied flesh flopped neatly to the sides from the tension.

    "Delusion!"

    The man smiled slightly without any concern, "I didn't realize that you could still spit out words so clearly." Between the words, three more open cracks appeared on the old man who had been nailed to the stone wall of the cave with a silver nail through his lute bone.

    The scalpel was in the man's steady hand without a single tremor. His spirit was completely attached to the knife in his hand, like he was performing the most delicate carving. The human body nailed to the stone wall was no longer silent, only twitching with the sliding of the scalpel, signaling that he was still a person with vitality and not a corpse.

    The upper half of the old man's body had been densely slashed by the scalpel, deep, shallow, long and short, combining to become a picture with a colorful writing. Blood and broken flesh stained the large area of land under the old man's feet.

    "Old man. Since ten years ago, when I learned that people like you existed in this world, how upset and shocked I was inside? Your existence has made all the violent techniques that exist in this world a joke; fighting, shooting, and even missiles are all jokes to you right?"

    The man stood up and admired his creation, adding a few more cuts where it fell short, and continued, "I always thought that the black power I've worked half my life to build was at the top of human violence, and that's all so ridiculous to you guys, right?"

    The man was obviously very satisfied with the creation of the old man's upper body, and his gaze turned to his lower body, "Heir to the oldest line of sorcerers in China, why don't you disclose your secret to me? That way you can suffer less, just like your two friends."

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    The old man snapped open his narrow eyes as if he wanted to kill the man in front of him with these bloodshot eyes, the man gently waved his hand to gouge out one of the old man's eyeballs, "Truly some tough humans, to remain quiet and not interfere with my creations despite such injuries." The man continued to speak to himself nonchalantly like a friend chatting.

    The man did not notice that the large amount of blood flowing out of the old man's body was flowing vaguely on the ground, a thread coalescing and interlacing to form a bizarre and poignant pattern that seemed to be competing with the man's work under the scalpel.

    "Was it Dustless Son and Ding Lie who betrayed me?" The man was not surprised that the old man suddenly spoke, and the scalpel in his hand did not even appear to pause as the old man spoke.

    "It's hard for you too, speaking for the fifth time in three years, I guess you think you're ready." A strand of eerie refinement flashed across the old man's one remaining one eye, "You knew?"

    The man didn't answer, "Dustless and Ding Lie are much more cooperative than you, I only lived with them for a year before I sent them away. Unfortunately, in their eyes, you are stronger than them, so I sought you out. You are stronger than them, and I lived with you for three years, but you didn't tell me a single thing I wanted to know."

    "Hahaha ......" The old man's laughter like the sad cry of a night lord rang through the cave, "Know what a witch is?" The man looked at his left thigh and said regretfully, "Any artistic endeavor needs to keep a normal heart, this picture is ruined."

    The man used a scalpel, and nodded at the eerie pattern that had long ago formed on the ground, "That's incredible, is that a witch? The consequences of not stopping your bleeding today?"

    The blood from the old man's body drained perversely fast into the pattern on the ground, "Fierce Sorcery - Banishment" the old man's mournful voice echoed through the cave. The old man who was losing all his blood and flesh was like a skeleton, with light green flames coming out of his eyes.

    "Sorcery is bizarre, Dustless Son was right." The man stood in the center of the blood formation and muttered to himself.

    "Bang ............" the old man, whose brain was full of smugness, was blown halfway out of his body by a powerful anti-material gun, "Modern tools of violence, in certain circumstances are no joke." The man thought as he did.

    The pattern that was replenished with a large amount of blood did not stop after the old man's death as the man thought. Instead, a faint mist of blood was emitted, wrapping the man in it, and the man standing in the blood pattern began to melt from his lower limbs into black-red blood water that merged with the blood that was rapidly leaping in the pattern.

    As the pattern opened and closed, a muffled sound was heard, a powerful energy raged, the cave was filled in, and the mountain sank burying everything.

    The man's last remaining realization in this world "Miscalculation."