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The faint scent of meat penetrates the nose.

Thanks to the awakened person's extraordinary five senses, Lin An could even smell the crispy aroma of the oil mixed with the burning skin.

On the platform, the man who lit his fingers first raised his right hand high with a fanatical expression.

The facial features were squeezed together on his painfully twisted face, but this did not hinder the joyful feeling in his eyes at all.

It was as if what was burning was not his body, but the enemy of life and death.

The crowd in the audience couldn't take their eyes away and cheered for him.

Many people excitedly tried to imitate.

This method of self-abuse seems to have a lot of benefits in their opinion?

It seems that this kind of scene happens frequently in Fortress No. 9.

In other words, the entire Daxia Dynasty.

"What are they doing?"

"Are you fucking committing suicide again?"

Xiong Hanzi frowned and asked Lin An in confusion.

Since entering this dungeon, he has become more and more confused about this place.

Everyone is like a pervert.

After watching for a moment, Lin An signaled the general leading the way to stop, and hesitantly replied:

"Burning fingers..."

"Offer to Buddha?"

The scene before me was very similar to what religious fanatics would do in the real world.

Through self-mutilation, self-abuse, and a series of actions beyond the endurance of the human body, he proves his belief in gods.

Or "sharpen" one's firm will.

Regarding this phenomenon, many scholars in the real world define such people as the pleasure of "martyrs".

Yes, for someone who would do such a thing.

Pain, sacrifice, and even death can bring them spiritual and spiritual happiness.

It's just that the humans in this secret world are even more crazy.

Like the ordinary "burning finger offering to Buddha", the ends of the fingers are usually tied with a string before lighting them.

This will cause local necrosis without pain.

Otherwise, few people would be able to endure this kind of pain that exceeds the limit of human body endurance.

Looking at the man with burning fingers, Lin An couldn't help but gain a new understanding of human beings in this world.

Perseverance is generally very strong.

The level of pain tolerance far exceeds the real world, or...

Will there be a stronger pleasure?

Physically or psychologically?

Categorize and integrate clues one by one.

Lin An is constantly piecing together all aspects of information about human beings in this secret realm.

After receiving the two major tasks, he consciously linked the information he obtained.

Whether it is to eliminate ascetics or blood corpses, the prerequisite for all is to understand them first.

"Squeak--pop"

Like wax popping out of a candle when it burns, the man who lit his finger saw that his right hand had been burnt to coke, and decisively lit his left hand again.

"Burn my body and strengthen my heart!"

Roaring madly.

The moment he lit it, a mysterious and mysterious wave suddenly burst out.

At the moment when the wave was born, the man's yellow and wrinkled face suddenly became full of life.

Got strengthened!?

Seeing the strange scene, Lin An's pupils shrank.

This was the first time he saw the process of ascetics gaining strength.

Sure enough, the moment he gained weak strength, the man yelled at the sky crazily, and then knelt down and kowtowed with tears in his eyes.

"What the hell!?"

"Crooked ways!"

As the man gained strength, under the deafening cheers, the words of Xiong Hanzi and the leading general blurted out at the same time.

Zhang Tie was surprised by this method.

The officer responsible for leading the way glanced disdainfully at the man on the platform.

Lin An glanced at him in surprise.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, the officer bowed his hands respectfully, as if he saw his doubts:

"Lord Ascetic."

"You should have come from a remote area and gained the power of transcendence through long years of practice and firm belief, right?"

There was some envy in the words.

"You look so young now and so powerful. I think you have been practicing asceticism for at least a hundred years."

Sighing, the officer pointed at the restless crowd in front of him and said slowly:

"It made you laugh."

"Few of today's ascetics can persist for that long."

"These people are all eager to pursue shortcuts and use such crooked means to strengthen their beliefs!"

"snort!"

"This way of gaining strength is useless except for being quick!"

"Not only can we only borrow part of our vitality from the future, we don't even have the ability to predict it!"

While talking, the second man "performing" on the platform swallowed the glass in one gulp.

Simply fired glass fragments are more irritating than glass.

The teeth shattered the glass pieces, and the man's mouth was filled with blood.

The sharp fragments cut his tongue, causing him to tremble with pain.

The man who had swallowed the glass had his eyes red. As if the pain was not enough, he pointed a piece of thin glass at the tip of his tongue with trembling hands.

"Wow"

Pull it down hard, like cutting a tongue, slowly but firmly cut the protruding tongue into two pieces.

"Click"

The glass piece fell from his hand and fell to the ground, covered with blood.

I saw him whining and screaming, his mouth was like a snake, and blood was flowing out.

The colorful glass fragments piled up in the mouth, mixed with red under the light, emitting strange colors.

Later.

The man who cut his tongue looked excited and swallowed the glass residue in his throat again with difficulty.

Seeing such a cruel scene, Xiong Hanzi's face turned pale.

Unlike Zhang Tie, whose mouth was twitching, Lin An was more concerned about the new information revealed by the officer.

Does this method gain less power?

The ascetic... indeed has the ability to predict things.

With a thought in his mind, Lin An clearly realized the identity assigned to him by the system from his words.

The actual age of the ascetics in remote areas is over a hundred years old.

Pretty good status.

Being in a remote area means that you know very little information about the ascetics, so you can ask many questions openly.

After thinking for a while, Lin An turned his head to look at the officer leading the team and asked calmly:

"Foreknowledge..."

"With the precognitive ability of Ascetic No. 67, can he see fragments of the future?"

The voice is very soft.

Seemingly calm, Lin An turned his right hand slightly away from his back.

"laugh!"

Behind him, a third man standing on the platform slashed his belly.

Then he emptied his abdomen with a ferocious expression.

In mid-air, a drop of blood splashed onto the officer's face and hit his eyebrows.

For a while.

The officer leading the way felt an inexplicable chill.