Yun Shuhe felt a surge of hatred and fear when she thought about what had just happened.

Those people didn't treat her like a human being at all; if that's considered kindness, then so be it.

Just how twisted must the remaining people be?

Without thinking, Yun Shuhe staggered to her feet, leaning against the wall, and walked toward Liu Boda with a dagger in her hand.

Liu Boda's eyes were bloodshot, and he kept pulling himself back, begging for mercy.

"Shuhe, no, no, it's me!"

I am Boda, I am the man you love most, I…

But he didn't get a chance to say the next word.

Yun Shuhe's first cut severed his tongue.

Yun Shuhe's eyes held hatred and fear, but no remorse.

She hated Liu Boda; it was all because Liu Boda was such a useless piece of trash.

If Liu Boda is more capable than Liu Chen, how could she have ended up in such a predicament?

No matter what, she had to live.

Even if death was inevitable, Yun Shuhe did not want to die in a tragic way.

"Don't blame me, I don't want to suffer that kind of pain again."

You wouldn't want to see it with your own eyes, would you? Me being played with by other men, wouldn't you?

For the next hour, screams echoed continuously from inside the dungeon.

Liu Bo reached his limit and no longer had the strength to shout.

Each time a piece of flesh was cut off, he could only tremble symbolically.

After 1008 cuts, Yun Shuhe threw away the dagger and looked at Liu Chen with anticipation.

"I did what you asked me to do, and now can you let me go?"

Liu Chen was still smiling gently, and he held up two fingers.

“I only gave you two choices, but I never said that if you obeyed me I would let you go.”

With a soft thud, the sound of flesh and blood breaking rang out.

Yun Shuhe's chest was pierced by a sharp blade, and her heart was shredded into minced meat.

A sweet taste came from my throat, and blood foam spilled from the corner of my mouth.

"You...you're not keeping your word?"