Sick beauty loses horse in thriller game

What greatly surprised Lord Evil God was that before he could even finish his arrogant voice, he was severely slapped in the face by the "scrap copper and iron" embroidery needle that he could not see clearly.

The huge embroidery needle instantly split into countless small needles as thin as cow hair, which fluttered towards the evil god's body like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

Those small needles, each with a hole in it, each needle corresponded to an eye, and they accurately pierced into every eye of the Evil God.

Soon, the evil god's arrogant roar turned into a series of shrill cries that became louder and louder.

"Ahhh! It hurts so much!" he cried, "My eyes, my eyes!"

The evil god cried out miserably and rolled on the ground in agony.

His round body rolled around in the hall on the first floor of the Treasure Mansion.

Fortunately, Jiang Lai used the vines drawn by the Thousand Machines Pen in time to send Jin Jiahui and the other three to a safe place. She also found the time to put the magical old clock into her game props column. She didn't know how much damage the evil god who was rolling on the ground and rushing around would cause at this moment.

Those needles, as thin as cow hair, not only blinded the evil god's eyes, but also caused serious damage to his body.

The eyes on his body burst open almost at the same time, and a lot of dark, sticky liquid with a strong burnt smell flowed out from the wounds.

The evil god has now lost his sight, and the black viscous substance inside his body is constantly flowing out, causing his body, which was originally full and swollen like a ball, to quickly turn into a shriveled skeleton supporting a layer of skin wrapped around it.

Moreover, his skin, which had just become swollen due to being filled with a large amount of black sticky substance, suddenly shriveled up, and his skin was unable to recover, making him look like a deflated black octopus balloon, full of uncomfortable and disgusting feeling.

Looking at the evil god's body that was becoming more and more shriveled and rolling in the sticky and smelly black liquid, Jiang Lai frowned with discomfort, took a few steps back towards Cheng Mujun, took out the gas mask, put it on himself, and reminded the other four players to take out their gas masks and put them on as well.

“Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts so much!”

The Evil God's cries of pain continued.

"Stop shouting, the pain will soon go away. I'll send you to the west now!" Jiang Lai said calmly.

It must be said that the strength of Lord Evil God was somewhat beyond her expectations.

The embroidery needle of Bodhisattva Vimala had caused such great damage to him, but still failed to kill him completely.

Jiang Lai thought that this was probably because the embroidery needle in her hand was a replica.

But then again, a replica is already so powerful, it is a god-level item. The power of the real thing will only be more powerful.

No wonder in "Journey to the West", the embroidery needle of Bodhisattva Vimala is regarded as a magical weapon that can kill the demon king in seconds.

Taking a look at the Evil God who was still screaming in pain, Jiang Lai decisively decided to do a good deed and help him get rid of his pain permanently.

She used the Scythe of Judgment directly.

The moment she took out the Scythe of Judgment, bursts of miserable and mournful ghost cries suddenly rang out from inside the Treasure Mansion.

Hearing such ghostly howlings, Wen Ling, Wen Jiao and the other three who were blind were all shocked and confused, and were extremely nervous.

"What's wrong? What happened here?" Jin Jiahui asked nervously.

Wen Jiao's face was also pale. She knew that Jiang Lai's eyesight was not very good before, and there was even a period of time when he needed to rely on a blind stick and a guide dog, Donggua, to move around.

At this moment, her eyes were injured, making her experience firsthand the feeling that Jiang Lai once had, that God had drawn a curtain in front of her eyes.

Because she couldn't see and was in complete darkness, she could only rely on her hearing and other senses to judge everything happening around her.

This inevitably caused her to imagine many horrific scenes.

Even though she trusted Jiang Lai very much in her heart, she would still more or less think about the worst at this moment.

The darkness before her eyes and the occasional stinging pain in her eyes were undoubtedly a physical and mental torture for her who was accustomed to relying on vision to act.

She even began to imagine how she would live in the future if her eyes could not be restored after leaving this copy.

There is a saying that goes, I can endure the darkness if I have never seen the light.

It is a very cruel thing for a person who originally had normal vision to suddenly become blind.

She once heard from her uncle, Chief Qiao, that Jiang Lai's eyesight used to be normal.

Her eyesight started to deteriorate suddenly.

Wen Jiao thought that she finally understood Jiang Lai's feelings at that time. She could empathize with her fear and anxiety at that time, and knew how cruel it was for Jiang Lai to lose her eyesight.

Just when she couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts, Jiang Lai's calm voice rang out, instantly calming her panic-stricken emotions.

"It's okay. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you," she said.

It was just two simple sentences, but they made Wen Jiao feel relieved.

Unlike the two previous times when Jiang Lai used the Scythe of Judgment, several dark platforms were raised, and the evil people waiting to be executed were trapped on the guillotine on the platforms, waiting for the Scythe of Judgment to descend and chop off their heads.

This time, when Jiang Lai began to use the Scythe of Judgment, the evil god's body, which kept shouting in pain and oozing black sticky liquid, continued to descend!

Below the evil god's body, a lake of magma with billowing smoke appeared, just like the volcanic hell in the legend.

Although the evil god had lost his sight at this moment and was tortured to death by those embroidery needles as thin as cow hairs, he could still feel that he was constantly falling towards an extremely hot place!

This made him start to panic involuntarily.

He knew that once he fell into that hot area, he would most likely die and be reduced to ashes!
"Ahhh!"

He screamed and waved his eight tentacles vigorously, trying desperately to escape from the sea of ​​fire below.

However, at this time, a man in a black robe floated beside him and began to read out his crimes.

"Name: Zhang Lichen. Title: Self-proclaimed evil god. Crime: During his 666 years of existence, he killed 1,014,371 people." (End of this chapter)