One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

Sherlock's vision has been blurred by his own blood, and he feels that Phoenix can step on his own head as long as he exerts force.

"Because I will torture you slowly."

Phoenix laughed coldly.

A white seat appeared behind Sherlock. He was thrown on the chair by Phoenix, with his hands hanging down, his head buried low, and he had lost his mobility.

Phoenix wiped the remaining Bloodline on his face, which of course was Sherlock's blood.

With a cruel smile on his lips, he walked to Sherlock and slowly squatted down.

"For the first time in a thousand years, I have met a person from the same place as me. Although you are only an ant, you give me an extremely cordial feeling. If you surrender to me now and become my believer, I can consider letting him go. Pass you."

Phoenix's words stimulated Sherlock's nerves.

He said from the beginning that the breath of Sherlock was familiar, and they all came from one place.

Could it be that Phoenix is ​​also a traverser... Sherlock thought, but there was no sound from his throat, and he vomited a lot of blood as soon as he opened his mouth.

The parasitic flowers that bloomed on him were all dyed red.

Sherlock raised his eyes and looked at Phoenix's eyes. No, he is not a traverser, he is from the abyss like Pipicia.

"It seems that you are not going to surrender to me."

Phoenix raised Sherlock's hand and glanced at his finger.

His face is already full of tears, this emotion is not his, and the master of the body is spiritual.

But Holling's soul was too weak compared to Phoenix, and she couldn't control her body at all.

"Bundle…"

Sherlock vomited blood again.

"Her."

"spirit…"

"return…"

"Give…"

"I."

For every word she uttered, bright red blood gushed from Sherlock's throat.

Phoenix was stunned, humming a melodious tune at the corner of his mouth.

While singing, she continued to torment Sherlock.

Click—

Click—

Click—

Sherlock's body joints were misaligned, ten fingers were torn off forcibly, his skull deformed, and his face twisted.

Sherlock felt this pain for the first time in his lifetime, even when the soul was stitched together, it didn't hurt like this.

If human pain is divided into ten levels, then Sherlock's pain at this time has reached thirty levels, far exceeding the limit that humans can bear.

Phoenix touched the tears on his face:

"Enough, really boring enough, let's end it like this."

He stretched out his hand and took out Sherlock's heart.

"Houston!"

Crocodile was still entangled with the red-haired monster, but suddenly couldn't feel Sherlock's breath, and a trace of anxiety arose in his heart.

Mr.1 and Corps Commander Qi Ya also stopped at the same time, looking at a hole that was several hundred meters in the ground.

The survivors who were not contaminated by the parasitic flowers, including the missionary Willie Pope, focused their attention here at the same time.

Lord Phoenix killed the favored one?

Why would the favored person betray Phoenix Lord?

The favored one must be dead, and Master Phoenix is ​​really angry.

They have countless questions in their hearts, but they are all hidden in their hearts, and they dare not speak.

Under the huge collapsed ground, there was only Phoenix's figure. He was holding a vivid heart in his hands, and his heart was still beating!

Willie Pope frowned, how could this happen, the beloved...really dead...is the prediction wrong? Or is he not the one we are waiting for?

Sherlock was dragged back to the deep soil by Pipicia in time.

To be precise, it is not timely enough.

It was still a step slower than Phoenix, and Sherlock had lost his heart.

Moreover, the damage caused by Phoenix was too great for the self-healing technique to restore Sherlock.

Sherlock's consciousness began to blur, and a rapid voice rang in his ears.

"Host, the health value is less than 0.0001, we have to take you back to the abyss, you hold on."

Sherlock felt that his eyelids and body became heavy. He didn't know what strange force Pipicia used, and he didn't immediately die without losing his heart.

His eyes were half open and half closed, and he saw in the blur that he had been sent to the top of the inverted pyramid.

In a deep and dark passage.

Sherlock lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a similar operating table, and several dark shadows with no eyes seemed to be looking at him.

Pipicia was also nearby. It was wearing a light blue disinfectant suit and muttering to himself in a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, fortunately, we haven't died completely, otherwise we have to change the owner again."

Sherlock had an unreal feeling, the pain in the body disappeared, but the soul seemed to be floating above the body.

He saw that he was lying on the operating rack with a blood hole in his chest, and the place where the heart was supposed to be placed was empty.

He remembered that he had been killed by Phoenix.

"Am I dead?"

Sherlock asked.

Pipicia nodded and shook her head:

"Accurately speaking, you are dead but not dead, because your soul is still intact. As long as the soul exists, the abyss can resurrect you. However, Host, for a heart of the abyss, you need to pay for the Host body Something in it."

"what?"

Sherlock asked suspiciously.

"Some organ in Host's body. Host has two kidneys. Why not take one?"

Pipicia pro suggested.

"No, no death."

Sherlock vetoed, "Appendix, I only want to pay for appendix."

Pipicia frowned slightly, feeling that Sherlock was the wisdom that looked down upon the abyss.

It said to several dark shadows:

"This appendix is ​​good, just take it away and replace the heart."

The few shadows did not raise any doubts, and began to perform operations on Sherlock.

Pipicia was a bit suspicious, but it was on Sherlock's side after all, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Sherlock just watched them take the appendix out of his body and put it in a glass container.

Then, they took out a black heart, put it into Sherlock's body, and started stitching.

Is this the legendary black heart... Sherlock murmured silently.

They not only repaired Sherlock's internal organs, but also repaired his deformed head.

Until the end of their operation.

Sherlock's soul was kicked into his body by Pipisia, and he lost consciousness again.

When Sherlock opened his eyes again, he was already outside the inverted pyramid and inside Pipicia's villa.

That's right, Pipicia's small western-style house has been completely built into a large villa, and it seems that it is still preparing to develop into the manor.

Sherlock always had the illusion that Pipicia had sucked a lot of his own blood.

Pipicia stood in front of him, looking at him seriously.

"I must remind Host that your heart now is the heart of the abyss, which may have a certain impact on your character. Indifference, bloodthirsty, violent, playful, these are inevitable. When Host has this kind of emotion, you can’t Repulsion, otherwise it will produce an abyss of negative personality."

"Why didn't you say it before?"

Sherlock asked.

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