Strange national destiny: My Chinese-style horror scares the world

The role of a pair of legs is both big and small.

For people who are in the dungeon, legs are more or less useful.

Even if the stall owner agreed to give his wheelchair to the buyer, it would be useless to the man whose hands were nailed together by the thorns of the cross.

For the Cross Man, his legs are very important.

Once it's gone, you become a real disabled person, which is equivalent to giving up your life.

Is it worth exchanging your life for a certain amount of money?

He didn't have to think about this question for too long before he came up with the answer.

"I am willing to sell my legs, but I have a request," he said calmly.

The stall owner looked surprised.

Not only did the other party guess what he was going to say, but he also made a decision so quickly.

He could see the other person's condition. Once he lost his legs, he would be useless.

But the other party still made a choice and chose to sacrifice himself to fulfill others.

This kind of thinking is difficult for normal people to accept and does not conform to mainstream values.

For some selfish people, it is even more unbelievable.

The stall owner looked deeply at the man holding the cross, as if he wanted to carve the man's appearance into his soul.

"Do you want my wheelchair? I can give it to you."

"No, that's not it. I won't live long. I just want you to leave this money to my teammates, the ones who came here with me, after I die."

The man with the cross said,

He knew the next round of punishment on the cross would come soon.

The immense pain at that time would be beyond the endurance of a mortal like him, and he would surely die.

Even if they don't die, their will will collapse and they will commit suicide.

For him, suicide will not lead to going to heaven. He even feels that the souls of those who die in the copy will be trapped there forever, and no matter how they die, they will never go to heaven in the end.

However, if his behavior of sacrificing himself for others can help the UK win in the end,

Then, I will save many people.

If there really is a God in this world, he would be moved and save his soul from the copy and take it to heaven.

This is also the reason why he was willing to be a sacrifice, willing to hold the thorn cross in his hand and enter this almost fatal copy.

From the very beginning, he never thought about getting out alive, he just wanted to use his own death to achieve his goal.

"I'm willing to pay 100 for your legs. Do you agree? If you agree, the deal is done."

"agree."

The man on the cross was unmoved after hearing this, as if death was not the end for him, but just a transition from one place to another.

The only price is that there may be some pain in the process.

"Very good, the deal is done, hehehe."

The stall owner finally stopped hiding the greed in his eyes. His face changed from normal to dark blue, and he even trembled with excitement.

As she reached out to touch the man's leg, she murmured, "An incomplete body is a lonely and treacherous soul. Only when it is complete can it enter reincarnation again."

The next second, he pulled out a saw from somewhere and pulled the man with the cross in front of him. His arms and hands were extendable.

Then, there was a bloody and cruel scene. He actually sawed off the man's legs.

This process is a bit long.

During this time, the man on the cross kept screaming miserably and fainted from the pain several times.

Finally, he could no longer bear the pain and chose to end his life by piercing his neck with the iron spikes on the cross.

"What a pity! Losing your legs isn't enough to kill you. If you commit suicide now, you'll be trapped in this place forever, waiting for the next destined person."

The stall owner looked at the dead man on the cross with pity.

Obviously, in the Ghost City, legs are not just a literal meaning, but a more abstract concept.

Otherwise, how could a pair of legs be sold at a high price of 100?

Even if you sell your entire body to a starving ghost, you can't get this price.

What the stall owner took away was not only the other person's legs, but also his freedom. This is a curse more terrible than the earthbound spirit.

After all, the earthbound spirits are only trapped by resentment. After eliminating the resentment, they can become Buddhas or be reincarnated.

However, selling one's legs in the ghost market is equivalent to being trapped there forever, unable to leave, and even the King of Hell cannot take them away.

All this is because this is Gui City, a special space.

The stall owner put a pair of newly removed legs on his own broken legs. During this period, he made mistakes several times due to his excitement and had to saw off and re-attach them.

After the installation was completed, he stood up and took two steps.

The original owner of these legs was about 1.9 meters tall, and the legs were particularly long. The stall owner was supposed to be less than 1.7 meters tall, so his upper body and long legs looked a bit out of place, like a child on stilts.

But he himself seemed not to care about these details. A happy expression appeared on his face as he walked back and forth on the small street with great vigor.

Finally, he looked at the man who had lost his legs in the stall and said with pity:

"You are dead now, so you don't have to pretend to be dead anymore."

These words were like a switch. The next second, the man's body suddenly moved. He raised his head in horror and found that his body was still alive.

"What's going on...why am I not going to heaven?"

"What is heaven?" The stall owner scratched his head.

"Never mind. I'm free now and can go on to reincarnate. This stall is yours. The money is in the drawer. Finally... I wish you a prosperous business. See you in the next life."

"No, don't go, tell me, what happened!?"

The man on the cross was filled with panic and helplessness. He was clearly dead.

Shouldn't he appear in a world of white light, and then a kind old man with white hair, white beard and white clothes come over, say "follow me", and then take him away?

Why, why am I back to this hell again?

However, the stall owner walked out a few steps and his figure turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared, without paying any attention to him.

"Kai, what a joke!" The man with the cross turned pale.

Most of the blood had already drained from his body, and the hole on his neck was extremely hideous. It was obvious that he was not alive. The only explanation was...

His soul was trapped in this body.

This means that he will become a walking corpse in the true sense of the word.