The courtyard inside and out was covered in blood, yet no one made a sound.

Everyone was speechless in shock. Suddenly, I heard a "puff" sound. I turned my head to look in the direction of the sound and saw a white candle emitting green smoke.

The ghost standing next to the candle was the Reincarnation Division expert who had just died with a crushed skull. In front of all of us, he blew out the candle representing a human life. Yet, no one knew when his ghost had appeared behind us.

Han Liangzhe had just opened his mouth when the ghost chuckled, "Don't call my name, and don't reminisce with me. I'm called Pu Yi now, and I only work for my master. I'm also my master's first servant."

"My master said to keep an eye on you all and take you back one by one. I only take the dead!"

"Kill him!" Han Liangzhe ordered, and a wave of spirit talismans covered the ghost.

The firelight erupting from the talismans was like deadly fireworks, beautiful at first glance, but filled with murderous intent upon closer inspection.

The firelight covering the ghost was extremely explosive but dissipated in an instant. The ghost, who called himself Pu Yi, was still standing there, sneering coldly, "It's useless. No one but my master can kill someone who died at his hands a second time. You can continue to fight with my master for your lives, and see if you can escape."

"My master's Three-Tone Drum is about to sound. You'd better figure out who should die!"

I said in a deep voice, "Ignore him, continue."

Cang Tianji pointed to another person, "The next to die is him, death by waist chop."

The Reincarnation Division disciple knelt on the ground, "Director, save me... you must save me! Although I'm not one of your men, I'm loyal to the Reincarnation Division!"

Han Liangzhe's face turned livid with anger.

This was too embarrassing.

Han Liangzhe forcibly suppressed the urge to strangle him, "Director Li, do as you see fit!"

Actually, I was also a little dumbfounded. The art of contending for life was a secret passed down within each faction. Even if there was only a small chance of success, it was still a glimmer of hope in despair. This glimmer of hope was enough to support a sorcerer to gamble for a win.

My masters actually looked down on the secret art of contending for life. They didn't care about other people's lives, let alone their own. In their eyes, if they couldn't avoid death, they would just die. The worst that could happen was a trip to the eighteenth level of hell.

Therefore, they had told me about the art of contending for life, but they had never taught me.

"Does anyone have a white cloth? Give it to me." I took a white cloth from a Reincarnation Division disciple and walked towards the man. I wrapped the white cloth around his waist, bit my index finger, and began to write incantations on the white cloth.

In my opinion, waist chop was nothing more than using a heavy axe to cut a person in two at the waist. Although the position of the waist chop was particular, the executioner would not cut more than half a foot above the waist. Any further than that, and it wouldn't be a waist chop.

If I could protect the other party's waist, maybe I could buy him a chance.

Before I could finish writing the incantation, the sound of the death-urging drum rang out again. The "dong, dong" drum sound was clearly audible, and I moved faster and faster...

At that time, I didn't notice at all that Ye Yang had taken a few drops of blood from that person while I was writing the runes, and had quietly stood aside.

Just as I was finishing the last stroke, the beat of the third urging-death drum began to rise sharply...

Seeing my face turn pale, Feng Ruoxing couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "You didn't put your own life in there too, did you?"

"If you want to contend for life, it's impossible not to pay a price." I responded to Feng Ruoxing, but my eyes were fixed on the man.

"Dong—" The last sound of the urging-death drum rang out, and my heart suddenly trembled.

The Reincarnation Division disciple, who was originally sitting on the ground, was kicked over onto the ground as if he had been kicked. At the same time, he pressed his hands and feet down, pulling them apart, stretching his body into a straight line.

"Ghost Eye, Open—" After a flash of blood in my eyes, four ghostly figures appeared around the Reincarnation Division disciple. Two evil ghosts holding down his hands and feet turned their heads and sneered at me.

Two evil ghosts holding large saws squatted on either side of the man, and the bright saw teeth pressed against the man's waist.

In ancient times, waist chops were performed with axes, guillotines, or beheading swords. However, no matter what kind of instrument was used, it was impossible to cut a person in two at once. This was not because the executioner did not have the strength of a martial arts expert, but only to increase the prisoner's pain. Da Feng Novel

The waist chop that made the prisoner want to live but could not, and want to die but could not, was to saw open the prisoner's body little by little with a large saw.

In the next second, two evil ghosts pulled the saw blades. As the cold saw teeth passed through the man's waist, the Wu Clan incantation I had left behind was activated.

Waves of red light burst out continuously from under the steel saw. The half-foot-wide steel saw was like sawing on an anvil, rubbing back and forth on the man's body with a sharp, ear-piercing sound. Sparks shot out continuously with the saw blade, but the steel saw did not sink down even half an inch.

Defended?

According to the ancient rules of beheading prisoners, if the execution instrument broke during the execution, it meant that the prisoner had been wronged. Heaven allowed him not to die, and the executioner was not allowed to change the knife to continue the execution.

As long as my runes could hold out until the other party's saw blade broke, I would win.

Before I could confirm whether the Wu incantation had worked, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my waist.