With a flick of the hand.

Whoosh whoosh!

Fifty corpse-holding nails are as fast as pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

With repeated muffled sounds, the Bat King, who had the empty door behind him wide open, was nailed to the door.

The powerful inner energy that lasted for more than two seventy years has long been out of reach. Even if the Bat King has demonic energy to protect his body, he cannot withstand it.

The corpse-suppressing nail is combined with the flying needle technique and the golden needle to prick the acupoints. Even a living creature can be treated as a corpse.

The Bat King couldn't move or even speak.

The demonic energy tried to melt the corpse-suppressing nail, but the speed was too slow.

Qin He walked forward and marveled.

This bat is big and strong, with bulging muscles, and is a head taller than a human, giving it a very oppressive feel.

The Bat King's eyes showed a look of begging for mercy. It never expected that during the day, it had just defeated the Iron Master and won a victory. It thought it could stay here for a while, but it ended up in this situation at night.

No one knew the name of the visitor. He had never heard of such a person.

Naturally, Qin He couldn't ignore it. He smashed the door open from the middle with a shovel, took off the door leaf, and prepared to start a fire.

He really couldn't wait to know what kind of private gathering of merits this was.

It's definitely not just doing good deeds. Qin He has tried it all, but it doesn't work.

If you could earn merit simply by doing good deeds, the world would be filled with immortals.

The Bat King didn't know what Qin He was going to do at first, but when he saw Qin He using a shovel to chop the door leaves into firewood, he was so frightened that he struggled hard.

But it was of no use. When Qin He prepared the firewood, it couldn't break free.

No need to clean up the corpse, this bat head is so sinister that no matter how blind you are, you won't be able to admit it.

Everything goes according to plan.

Pile the firewood and please bring out the flint.

The Bat King, who was slightly famous in the demon world, became a thing of the past in the flames of the fire of the abyss.

With all the evil it has caused.

It is difficult to redeem one thing by burning at the stake.

But this has nothing to do with Qinhe. There is a judge in the underworld who will judge it.

He is only responsible for sending it on its way and earning some rewards along the way.

That's all.

More than an hour later, the Bat King turned into ashes.

The black and white curtain fell, and the sound of wooden bangs penetrated the dim light, swaying.
Chapter completed!