As An Immortal, I Had To Pretend To Be A Vampire

  Chapter 50 Why Are You Aren't Afraid (Please recommend)

  Fang Cheng raised his left hand in surprise, the **** seemed to be cut off by a sharp knife, the cut was neat, and blood gushed out.

   "I don't care what kind of ability is this? Words can't be followed?"

  Fang Cheng was surprised, and immediately aimed at the young man and launched a short-distance dash.

   What surprised him even more was that the short-distance dash actually failed, unable to start at all.

   Also, his strong physical ability was not reflected, instead he could only run on two legs like an ordinary high school student.

   This speed is naturally non-threatening. No matter how Fang Cheng runs, the young man standing still in front of him always keeps a certain distance from him.

  Young, still smiling, said to Fang Cheng who was running: "Your right ear will be cut off."

  Fang Cheng's right ear fell off immediately, the wound was smooth, and the gushing blood stained half of his face and shoulders red.

  The severe pain made Fang Cheng frown slightly, and the two wounds showed no signs of healing.

   Could it be that the immortal body has failed? Or is the ability to heal itself restrained?

  In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Fang Cheng's mind. He might have panicked before, but now he can still think calmly.

"Who are you?"

  Fang Cheng didn't try to chase again, but asked.

   While speaking, he also secretly tried to activate the blood of steel—it also failed.

  It seems that all the abilities have failed, and at this moment he has turned back into an ordinary person again.

  The young man in front of him took out a cigarette from his palm and stuffed it into his mouth as if by magic, a flame lit up at his fingertips.

  He took a deep puff and exhaled a puff of second-hand smoke.

  Smoke turned into a little bird, spinning happily around him.

  After finishing these tricks, the young man smiled and said, "You can call me Takeyamasuke. It's the first time we meet. I'm a magician."

  Fang Cheng asked strangely, "Do we have any enmity?"

"of course not."

  Zhushansuke shook his head: "We didn't know each other at all before this."

  Fang Cheng thought for a while, and asked again: "Is that because I accidentally slept with your mother, so you came to trouble me?"

   Takeyamasuke was slightly taken aback, his eyes were slightly cold: "In a while, you will experience severed hands, broken feet, beheading, half-cutting and other experiences that are rare in a lifetime. These are free performances, so look forward to it."

   "So polite? Then I have to give you a free performance."

  Fang Cheng smiled and said: "For example, sleeping with your mother in front of you and your father, I am better at this."

  Zhushan interface showed a sneer: "You will regret provoking me, because it will make your torture time longer."

  He pointed at Fang Cheng: "Your right hand will be torn from the shoulder."

  Fang Cheng's right arm seemed to be torn off by an invisible force, the bones, muscles and fascia were torn, and the whole arm fell to the ground with a thud, and the ground was covered with blood.

   This pain only made Fang Cheng's face turn blue, he frowned slightly, thinking desperately about countermeasures in his mind.

   Takeyamasuke continued loudly: "Your left leg will be cut off from the knee."

  As if an invisible blade flew across, Fang Cheng's left calf was broken from the knee, and the blood was like an open faucet.

  Fang Cheng used his right leg to maintain the independent posture of the golden rooster, and he was in the mood to touch his chin with his remaining left hand, and fixed his eyes on Zhushansuke.

   "Why did you kill me, can you let me know before you die?"

  Seeing that Fang Cheng could still ask questions so calmly, Zhushanjie's eyes flashed with astonishment.

  He smiled and said: "Almost forgot, the employer asked me to bring you a message—I heard that you have a good relationship with Chaoxiang Minghui, and I will take good care of her after you die."

  Hearing this sentence, a name immediately flashed in Fang Cheng's mind.

   Takeyamasuke didn't give him time to think, and said again: "Your right leg will be cut off from the knee."

  Fang Cheng's right leg flew, and he fell into a pool of blood. He raised his remaining left hand, and pointed a **** at Zhu Shansuke.

   "Your left hand will be snapped off at the shoulder."

  Fang Cheng's left hand was twisted into a twist, and rolled aside with his middle finger.

  Fang Cheng turned into a stick and lay on the ground, laughing loudly: "Even if I lose my limbs, as long as my little friend is still around, I can easily make your mother happy and satisfied."

  Zhu Shanjie's face was ashen. He had killed so many people, and he had never seen anyone who was as courageous as Fang Cheng, who could talk and laugh happily even when he was cut into a stick.

  The pain of these severed limbs is real, and it will definitely cause people to faint or go crazy.

  Takeyamasuke adjusted his mood and said sharply: "Your neck will be beheaded from the middle!"

  Fang Cheng's neck was cut off at once, and his head rolled out.

  Looking at the horrific corpse on the ground, Takeyamasuke's tense face finally relaxed.

"nailed it…"

  He took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead unconsciously, and breathed a sigh of relief.

   Obviously just came to kill a high school student who was a bit capable of fighting, but the other party acted like a lunatic who was not afraid of life and death, making him waste more energy.

  After this trip back, I have to pay more.

"That's it?"

  The sudden voice made Takeyamasuke froze.

  He raised his head slowly, and the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly—Fang Cheng stood there intact, and all the blood on the severed limbs on the ground disappeared.

  Fang Cheng was also a little surprised, because the number in his vision was still: 2

  He was beheaded by Takeyamasuke, and after his resurrection, the number of resurrections did not decrease.

  This means... Either there is a BUG, ​​or everything just now was fake, and he didn't die at all.

  In order to verify his guess, Fang Cheng strode towards Zhushansuke, who was obviously flustered: "I thought you were really that awesome, but it turned out that it was all fake. Is it hallucination? Illusion? Or hypnosis?"

  Takeyamasuke recovered from the shock, and shouted: "Your legs will be cut off! Your heart will be torn apart."

  Fang Cheng's two legs were severed, and he fell to the ground. His heart in his chest was also torn apart.

  But time seems to be pressed back, the torn heart is healed again, and the two broken legs fly back to connect.

  Fang Cheng was resurrected again, and the number of resurrections remained at 2.

  Looking at the terrified Zhushansuke, Fang Cheng laughed.

  He already understood what was going on.

  Takeyamasuke’s ability must have very strict completion conditions. If the conditions cannot be completed, Fang Cheng will not really die, and his damaged body will recover.

   Even the damaged clothes on the body can be restored to the original state, which is not something ordinary resurrection can do.

   Seeing Fang Cheng approaching again, Zhushan Jie roared hoarsely: "Your hands will be cut off, your legs will be twisted, and you will be cut in half."

  He still said nothing, Fang Cheng was easily killed, but recovered quickly.

   During the repeated deaths and resurrections, Takeyamasuke's face became paler and more sweaty, almost wet his shirt.

  And the words he said were also unknowingly reduced in power, the arm was cut off, and it was only cut in half.

   More importantly, the distance between the two has also been greatly shortened. Takeyamasuke stumbled and ran back, but Fang Cheng easily caught up.

   "Don't come here!"

  He seemed to be emotionally broken, and screamed at Fang Cheng who had come to him: "Why are you not afraid?! Why are you not afraid?! Why?!"

  On the left arm, there was only a little skin sticking to the shoulder. Fang Cheng grabbed the wrist with his right hand, tore the left arm off, and swung it out like a stick.

   "Why? Because I am your father!"

  The biceps were like a hammer, hitting Takeyamasuke **** the face, knocking him flying.

  The moment he flew out, the surrounding darkness receded like a tide.

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  (end of this chapter)