The owner of the vermilion wood carving is a faceless man in a black hospital gown.

He used his hand to promote the birth of evil spirits and created faceless wood carvings.

Times are fate, and the past achievements are rewarded today.

Fang Shenyan is indeed not as profound as Chen Hansheng, but in this mission, he is the closest person to the faceless person.

So, when all the means were used up, he couldn't hide it again.

In the fifth second, the target party was cautious and failed.

He survived again, but the last trump card was also revealed.

Chen Hansheng half-kneeled in the rain, and he looked at the figure who had lost his face with an extremely complicated look.

"The genius talent..."

He has been in the hotel for more than a year and is the oldest person in this generation of store clerks.

During this year, countless geniuses and countless brave men appeared one by one, but ended one by one.

Perhaps because he was old, Chen Hansheng would occasionally sigh.

The more dazzling a person is, the more he will burn his life, and they are often as flashy as a meteor.

Today, he met a similar person again.

The name Fang Shenyan will be remembered by countless people on the fifth store manager mission.

But unfortunately, such a talented person is still going to die.

Because, the fifth second passed, his 211 days had been completed.

Chen Hansheng slowly got up from the ground, looked at Fang Shenyan deeply, and pointed his left hand behind.

As the owner of this silhouette of life, he can evacuate at any time.

In this round of betting, Fang Shenyan survived three rounds, which was amazing enough.

But unfortunately, this is Chen Hansheng's home court.

And he would never have helped Fang Shenyan leave this place after the matter was over.

In the sixth second, the target Chen Hansheng began.

However, he didn't need to stay here.

On the 211th day, the world began to shake, and the speed of raindrops falling in the sky became extremely slow.

The entire space is like falling into slow motion playback, with only two living people not affected.

A white light source lit up from behind Chen Hansheng, tearing the darkness apart and also bringing a gap to leave.

Chen Hansheng no longer hesitated and retreated one step further.

A second before leaving, he looked at Fang Shenyan for the last time.

His thin body, standing in the rain, was shaking secretly, as if he was abandoned by his parents.

The price of turning into a ghost has emerged, and Fang Shenyan is now like a ten-year-old child.

But his eyes were extremely deep and mysterious, and he was looking at Chen Hansheng from afar.

For some reason, Chen Hansheng felt that gaze, a turbulence broke out in his heart.

A strange feeling of at a loss emerged from his heart and quickly occupied his mind. He didn't know why.

Immediately afterwards, his feet had entered the evacuated light source.

But at this moment, his face suddenly felt a tingling pain, and the skin on his whole face seemed to be roasted by fire.

The departing light source suddenly went out, and the ten-day escaped ghost enveloped him again.

Chen Hansheng covered his face in pain, but only touched the sticky blood and the cracked skin.

In the midst of helplessness and panic, he seemed to realize something and suddenly raised his head.

This face was beyond recognition, with blood flowing. Her facial features were still there, but her entire face was completely off.

He was like a faceless evil ghost climbing up from hell, his blood-stained eyes suddenly embedded in his eye sockets.

Finally...

He saw the root of the matter.

Fang Shenyan's face that had not been carved in the vermilion wood carving that he took out in the fifth second was replaced by Chen Hansheng's face!

"For...why..."

He whimpered in pain, ignoring the ten-day escaped ghost beside him, his eyes full of wood carvings on his face.

Fang Shenyan's body could no longer be kept upright, and he fell on the verge of fainting in the rain.

The price of turning into a ghost has completely invaded his body.

In the next 24 hours, he needed to gradually return from youth, but in his hands, he was firmly holding the vermilion wood carving.

In the fifth second, Fang Shenyan did two things.

The first thing was to take out a vermilion wood carving, making himself a faceless person for a short time; the second thing was to carve Chen Hansheng's face on the wood carving.

This is Fang Shenyan's method of turning the tables.

The owner of the wood carving is a faceless person.

Chen Hansheng has become a carving object in Fang Shenyan's palm in identity.

He will never be a faceless person, he will never be qualified.

At the same time, his life, his soul, and his identity will be firmly controlled by Fang Shenyan's hands.

This is the rule.

Chen Hansheng lost, and lost to Fang Shenyan in the sixth second.

In pain and torture, he threw the remaining white helmet and white armor shadow puppet into the air.

However, the most powerful general, the bravest general who once entered and exited seven times among million troops, could not save him at this moment.

Because Chen Hansheng has lost the qualification to use sinful objects.

Now he is just a wood carving, an object held in his palm.

Eighteen black shadows appeared in the gloomy sky.

They were all looking at him and looking forward to him.

Among these dark shadows, there are people as familiar to Chen Hansheng. They were former comrades, friends, and enemies.

"Wei Hu, Wen Linghua, Yi Hui, Tan Song, Zhang Jing, Geng Ziming, Wang Zhi..."

The eighteenth place is Chen Hansheng, who was the former one, and he himself.

Perhaps some things seemed to have ended a long time ago, but they have just begun.

The only survivor in the ten-day escape mission was finally back to where he should go today.

The general with white helmet and white armor fell in the rain. The heroic martial arts of the past are now scattered into mud and were trampled into pieces by a passing pedestrian.

Just like Chen Hansheng in the past, Chen Hansheng today.

Chen Hansheng was in a mess and lie on the cold asphalt road, his broken face stuck in the water.

The light at the intersection is enchanting and ghostly.

Countless passers-by held umbrellas and stepped on his body, looking for his own path.

In his empty and dispersed eyes, he saw the steps of those people, hurrying and panic.

People in this world wear cold and hypocritical masks and never look at others more.

He was once the oldest person in the top ten branches. He was responsible for many serious crimes and dominated the sky. He supported the third branch with one hand.

But now, my skin has been torn off and I am drowned in the sewage.

Looking at the world from the perspective of death, he stubbornly thrust his mouth, as if he wanted to say something...

But in the end no one could hear it.

Quietly, only the old radio has been performed to "Seven Stars":

"Liang received the kindness of the late emperor's three views and appointed the young master as the orphan.

The sixth general went to Qishan, but failed to fight against the thieves. The star was about to fall, but his life was over.

I sincerely wish you to God: I have been pretending to support the Han Dynasty for several years, and I have repaid all the sufferings of the people.
Chapter completed!