The End of the World: At the beginning, I seized the SSS-level superpower

Zhang Dongliang gritted his teeth and said, "Whatever my godfather wants, I will give it to him!"

"very good!"

Zhao Yin smiled and said, "Then prove it to me."

"Yes... yes! Godfather!"

Zhang Dongliang was already covered in sweat. He pulled out a butterfly knife from his waist, puff!

He stabbed his own shoulder with a knife, and the blade spun, cutting off a large piece of flesh and blood, along with the white bones.

His left hand trembled and dropped, and his right hand was covered in blood, holding the piece of flesh, which was steaming hot.

"Godfather, please accept it!"

Zhao Yin looked at Zhang Dongliang's pale face, his eyes full of pain and fear, and his heart was calm.

"It's not enough!" Zhao Yin didn't answer it. He stared into Zhang Dongliang's eyes and said calmly.

"Still... not enough?"

Anger flashed in Zhang Dongliang's eyes. He didn't know why the Beast God came all the way to find him?

I found myself, just to be tortured like this?

At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling that the Beast God did not come with good intentions.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

He deliberately ignored these thoughts, hoping that the strange beast god in front of him was a pervert by nature and not someone who was plotting against him.

"If my foster father wants it, Dongliang will give it to me!"

puff!

Zhang Dongliang is also a ruthless man. He directly cut off his left arm at the root.

As blood gushed out, his eyes went dark and he fell headfirst to the ground.

Physical pain coupled with inner fear.

Even if he was an evolver, he couldn't hold on at this moment.

After a long while, he finally woke up, held on to his severed arm with difficulty, and knelt down and crawled towards Zhao Yin.

"Godfather, is that enough?" Zhang Dongliang laughed bitterly.

"It's not enough!" There was a hint of coldness in Zhao Yin's calm voice.

"Still...not enough?" Zhang Dongliang was completely stunned.

Could it be that the Beast God went to great lengths to find me?

Just to torture to death?

But I have no grudge against him. Such a big shot shouldn't even look at me. Why is all this happening?

Zhang Dongliang couldn't figure it out.

"Godfather...what else do you want?" Zhang Dongliang asked in a trembling voice.

Zhao Yin slowly closed his eyes, and vaguely seemed to see a young man tied up, wearing a magic-suppressing collar, kneeling on the ground.

Three girls, with a determination to die and tears in their eyes, came towards him.

His most trusted adopted son cut off his tongue with his own hands.

Zhao Yin's eyelids trembled, it hurts so much!

"I... want your tongue and those eyes." Zhao Yin opened his eyes and stared at Zhang Dongliang calmly.

"Tongue...eyes?"

Despair appeared in Zhang Dongliang's eyes.

At this moment he finally confirmed that this was not the test he had imagined.

But it was the Beast God who really wanted to kill him!

"Not giving it?" Zhao Yin asked.

"Give...I'll give it!"

Zhang Dongliang's voice became hoarse.

But he still didn't dare to turn against the Beast God.

Zhang Dongliang only had some guesses about the Beast God's true thoughts.

He's not sure yet.

He understood that if he fell out with the Beast God, he would die.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he doesn't want to die.

Zhang Dongliang raised the butterfly knife in his right hand while trembling, and slowly put it into his mouth, with a "swish" sound.

The sound of cutting flesh was heard, and half of the tongue was pulled out by him.

Blood was flowing from his mouth and his eyes were bloodshot as he looked up at Zhao Yin.

The white-haired young man was still sitting lazily on the golden chair.

Zhao Yin placed his feet on the edge of the brazier, still calmly enjoying the warmth brought by the flames.

The military kettle in the brazier was bubbling with wine after it was boiled.

The room was filled with the smell of blood, intertwined with the aroma of wine.

Zhao Yin's deep eyes were still calm, as if he was expecting something.

Zhang Dongliang smiled bitterly. He understood that the other party would never have any sympathy.

The blood in the body of the Beast God of Zhongzhou is very cold.

This was the coldest-blooded person he had ever seen.

Zhang Dongliang raised the butterfly knife again, opened his eyes wide, and stabbed the tip of the knife into his left eyeball.

Pfft!

The juice in the eyeballs spurted out, and he pulled hard, and the two eyeballs were brought out.

“Uh uh…!”

He threw away the butterfly knife and held the eyeball and tongue in his palm, blood flowing through his fingers.

Then he spread it out for Zhao Yin to see.

Zhao Yin looked at Zhang Dongliang's miserable appearance.

At this moment, his heart was so calm that even he doubted himself.

There was no pleasure, no sympathy.

As calm as an outsider.

He found that compared to finding Zhang Dongliang, he was more eager to find Jiang Xiner.

This world is different from the previous life.

He didn't know whether the girl could still live to this day like she did in her previous life.

Zhao Yin shook his head and suddenly felt a little disappointed with himself.

After getting my revenge, I'm still thinking about women. When did I become so cowardly?

Zhang Dongliang is blind and cannot speak, but he can still hear.

"My name is Zhao Yin. I was reborn seven years after the end of the world."

In this hall where only he and Zhang Dongliang exist, Zhao Yin's hoarse voice seemed to come from nothingness, revealing a hint of sadness and gloom.

Zhang Dongliang was shocked all over.

Although these words were too shocking, he believed that the Beast God was not lying to him at this moment.

"In my previous life, you were my adopted son. We were both brothers and fathers. We depended on each other for life and death, and spent seven years together!"

"But you, in the end, still betrayed me...!"

As for the reason for betrayal and the seven years of experience, Zhao Yin did not mention it.

He slowly stood up and walked towards the weak Zhang Dongliang.

"My previous words were neither a temptation nor a test. I want your soul, your body, all your memories, everything about you...!"

Zhao Yin lowered his eyes and looked into Zhang Dongliang's eye sockets with a calm expression.

"I want you to still serve me after you die, and you will never be free!"

“True death is not disappearance, but being deprived of everything.”

"From now on, there will be no more Zhang Dongliang in this world. There will only be my Zhao Yin's clone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yin had already stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the top of Zhang Dongliang's head.

Zhang Dongliang was about to resist when his mind suddenly sank. A mental force that was many times stronger than his soul rushed in frantically.

But he was not weak as he looked now, but had a head full of black hair and looked energetic.

Zhao Yin's soul suddenly pounced on him, and his body turned into countless soul spikes, piercing into every corner of Zhang Dongliang's soul...

The indescribable pain made Zhang Dongliang struggle desperately, but his consciousness was blurring rapidly...

The scene in his memory disappeared bit by bit...

……

In Zhao Yin's mind, a young man appeared, crawling out of the ruins with difficulty.

A blood-colored star crystal is not far from the entrance of the ruins.

The young man knocked it in confusion, and the star crystal exploded. A white light flashed, and a bottle of evolution potion appeared.

The boy was dirty, skinny and had chapped lips.

He opened the potion, smelled it, and then drank it down boldly.

Then, his expression distorted and he fell into a coma.

When the boy woke up again, zombies appeared around him...