Screen transition——

Another scene.

It was still presented so realistically in front of Wei Lai, allowing him to be there and witness it with his own eyes.

The executioner used a sharp knife to pierce the victim's cheek, starting from the head and ending at the toes. The skin was peeled off piece by piece. The executioner was very slow and the victim was in agony. This was a form of torture that lasted for a long time. The victim's muscles, ligaments and bones were all exposed, only the skin on the face was intact.

Afterwards, the skinned victim was roasted under a headlight, and then placed in a large pot from the head down, and separated with boiling water...

Wei Lai clearly and truly felt the skin on his body slowly separating from his body. He truly felt the pain of being skinned and cramped. As the scalding water poured over him, his body felt like it was being boiled in a cauldron...

'Bang!'

After a loud bang, Wei Lai rolled to the ground and all the screens on all sides went out.

"vomit."

"vomit."

"vomit."

Crash——

Wei Lai lay on the ground and vomited so hard that he was dizzy and questioning his life.

When he spoke again, his throat seemed to be burned and hoarse, "Help... Help me... Boss, help me..."

He slapped the ground with his hands, his whole body shaking like a sieve, "Let me out, let me out..."

"Let me out..."

The cold mechanical voice suddenly rang out: [It starts with me, and ends with you.]

It started with him and ended with him...

Hiss, hiss, hiss.

The rustling sound rang out again, so dense that it broke Wei Lai's last line of defense.

His spirit was treated extremely cruelly. He didn't know that it was not his body that was abused, but his spirit and soul that were abused, which made him lose the ability to bear it.

If it gets more serious, he may become mentally retarded.

He thought that he had really endured those punishments.

The pain of skinning and cramping was so real that he could feel it. When the pain spread throughout his body and his eyeballs burst, every scene seemed to be happening to him.

He was no longer a spectator, but was experiencing it firsthand.

Wei Lai's legs and hands were weak, and his whole body was almost paralyzed.

After being dragged out, Wei Lai couldn't stand up for a while and could only lie on the ground, his hands and legs trembling. He tried to get up, but couldn't. His mind was full of those images, and he couldn't stop trembling.

He tried to look up and see what was happening around him.

He only knew that he was still alive. He didn't dare look at his body, for fear of seeing himself covered in red and without skin.

When his hand touched his other hand, it was all wet with sweat.

He touched his face with trembling hands, and then he realized that it was all fake. He had not experienced those cruel punishments, he was still fine, he was fine...

Directly in front of him was a high-backed chair in red lacquer with a gold border.

A man was sitting on a high-back chair. Wei Lai's gaze slowly moved upwards and finally landed on the man's face.

Wei Lai's pupils dilated little by little.

Seeing the face of the man on the throne was like being forced to witness those cruel punishments in the dark.

Familiar... too familiar face...

"you……"

Wei Lai raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at the man sitting on the throne.

It’s him. It’s him.

Teng Qingdu raised his hand.

Immediately, a man in black stepped forward and lifted up Wei Lai, who was lying on the ground.

"Any punishment for you is revenge."