"It hurts, it hurts! My lord, spare my life!" Vicas cried out in anguish.

These ordinary stones don't carry Fang Zong's energy, so they can't harm him at all. Even if they're cut into pieces, he can recover, at most losing a little bit of ghost energy.

But it hurts!

Even ghosts feel pain when they're cut into pieces!

"Do you know about slow slicing?" Fang Zong asked softly as he cut, but he didn't wait for Vikas's reply, nor did he want to hear it.

While cutting, he said expressionlessly, "In our Eastern Kingdom, slow slicing is one of the most severe forms of execution. It involves cutting off pieces of flesh from the prisoner's body one by one, so it has a common name: 'a thousand cuts and ten thousand slices.' The phrase 'to suffer a thousand cuts' also refers to slow slicing."

"No, no! Spare me! I'll follow your lead! I'm your little devil!"

"It is said that the number of cuts in the Lingchi punishment is 36,000, but since ancient times, no one has ever been able to withstand 3,600 cuts. The most severe case was the powerful eunuch Liu Jin, who was cut 3,457 times. He was cut 357 times on the first day, and then more later, for a total of 3 days."

"No! I am a seventh-level magic-grade ghost! I am useful!"

"Of course, you're a ghost, you can withstand it, you won't die, so I'm not in a hurry, let's take it slow."

Vicas kept begging for mercy, but Fang Zong ignored him, explained the situation to himself, and slowly began to cut.

Because the stone slab wasn't sharp enough, he cut very slowly. Sometimes, if he cut unevenly, he would press it down and cut again.

I cut from morning until noon, making more than two thousand cuts in total. When the sun was high in the sky, I called Hima and asked her to bring some food.

He tossed the stone blade to Sulpi, shrugged, and said in a clear, unambiguous tone: "You do it?"

Sulbi gritted his teeth and struck even harder than him.

"Hasn't the food arrived yet? I'm starving!" Tiger Tyrant muttered from the side.

Fang Zong laughed and said, "We've been chasing for over two hours. Xima won't be able to deliver the food until at least 4 PM. Hmm, I'm hungry too. Watching this guy being tortured to death and hearing his screams, I'm actually getting a huge appetite."

"You have murderous intent, don't you?"

The little yellow cat retorted, "You're just a chauvinistic and nationalistic 'poop scooper,' don't kick me! I called you 'poop scooper,' not 'poop scooper king.' You should be happy to be in charge now. What were you saying earlier? Eighteen Eastern Kingdom girls and two Eastern Kingdom female ghosts? Don't even mention there are twenty in total; even if there's only one, you'll still kill all the ghosts from both the Eastern Kingdom and India!"

Why? Remember that time you killed the infants? You didn't show any pity for those girls who died or were severely injured.

"Because of this, I have to kick you!"

Fang Zong kicked the little yellow cat into the air.

Why? Do we need to ask why?

The small family and the big country are like one big family. It doesn't matter if the daughter in the family is beaten or hung up and beaten.

But if any outsider dares to lay a finger on my family, I'll make sure they never let it go!

Fang Zong pushed Su Erbi aside, snatched the stone blade without any hesitation, and continued cutting!

At 4:58 PM, Hima and Ruqika arrived, bringing some small food items. Since there were no restaurants in the small village, Hima had prepared them herself. The food was not much, but it was exquisite.

Seeing the blood and flesh of the demons scattered on the ground, Hima was so frightened that she hid in Ruchika's arms.

She couldn't help but look at Suerbi again. Hu Batian had already said that this was her great-grandmother, and at this moment, she also believed what her deceased father had said—

My grandmother was a very beautiful woman when she was young...

"A first love from sixty years ago, an obsession in people's hearts," Fang Zong said while cutting meat. "Although I don't know how the ghosts in the Eastern Kingdom managed to do such a thing, they probably also manipulated people's hearts. Interesting, ghosts are better at manipulating people's hearts than people. No living person is as clever as a dead one."

Upon hearing this, Sulpi gave a bitter smile.

She reached out to Hima: "Hima, my dear Hima, I'm so sorry to you and Sophia."

Only when one is deeply moved by familial affection can one remain indifferent and detached.

The real Vikas is gone, he no longer needs to care about Sulpi, and he can't be bothered with this old woman anymore.

With a sudden burst of force, Vikas was torn in two, and amidst Vikas's painful screams, the ghostly body was pressed back down.

"Alright, I don't have time to keep messing with you."

Fang Zong pulled Vikas up, and as Vikas breathed a sigh of relief, he laughed happily.

Looking at Vikas is like looking at a fish.

Cooked, fragrant fish!