Soon, the sand buried them up to their necks.

After doing all this,

Several figures hurriedly came from outside the villa. They were members of the Kunsa Group, accompanied by an old man in his seventies or eighties.

"Master, we've found the man you want! This old man's family has been doing this business. His grandfather and father were both criminal lawyers in the Great Xia Dynasty..."

Chen Fan nodded, then looked at the old man in the gorgeous robe.

"Old man, I'm sorry to bother you by making you come all the way from the United States!"

The old man looked bitter and helpless.

“No problem, no problem…”

"It's just that when I first learned this skill, it was already the Ming Dynasty. I only practiced it briefly on pigs and dogs, so I never really put it into practice. Decades have passed, and I haven't practiced for a long time. I don't know if I've become rusty..."

"It's okay, old man, just treat it like a pig or a dog..."

Chen Fan smiled and shook his head.

Old man: “............”

"Okay, then I'll do my best. However, this kind of torture is against the harmony of nature and may even ruin my fortune. Master Chen, do you really want to..."

"Is it against the will of Heaven? Do you think we in this line of work still care about this?"

"Too!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Then let's get started!!"

The old man opened the toolbox he was carrying.

He took out a tool from inside. The tool had a long handle and a slanted sharp blade at the head, similar to the knives used to castrate pigs in the countryside of Daxia in the past.

He took out the knife.

He closed his eyes and silently recited a few words, then took out three incense sticks, lit them, and stuck them on the ground in front of Bata.

After doing all this, he walked behind Bata with a knife.

With a light stroke of the knife in his hand, Bata's scalp was cut open.

Then another knife,

The wound got bigger. After doing all this, he stretched out his fingers, gently hooked a part of Bata's scalp, and gently rotated the knife in a circle to separate the scalp and skull.

"ah!!!"

At this moment, Bata screamed again, and the others who were watching couldn't help but shudder.

So cruel!

But the old man remained calm.

He continued to use force with the knife in his hand, and finally, one of his palms had reached into Bata's scalp and propped it up.

Only then did the old man stop and turn to look at Chen Fan: "Bring the mercury!"

Chen Fan nodded, and Luosha quickly walked up with the mercury.

The old man held the two sides of the bag with his hands and shouted, "Pour! Hold your breath, pour!"

The next moment,

Rakshasa poured mercury into Bata's scalp;

"ah!!!"

The moment the mercury was poured into his scalp, the dying Bata screamed again.

The old man held his breath, and when Luosha finished pouring the mercury, he turned his head and took a deep breath of fresh air. Then he held Bata's scalp.

over time,

Mercury slowly seeped downwards, slowly separating Bata's skin and flesh. Bata was dying again, and the medical staff hurried over to give him another injection.

More than half an hour later,

As Bata screamed, everyone gradually realized that Bata was being squeezed out of the pit inch by inch.

But his skin was left in the sand.

Another half hour,

laugh!

There was only a slippery sound, and Bata was squeezed out instantly, bloody.

Countless people at the scene couldn't help but shiver, feeling a creepy feeling rising from the coccyx and then rising to the top of the head, making their scalps tingle.

"Amitabha, sins, sins, every wrong has its perpetrator, don't come looking for me when you die!"

The old man quickly closed his eyes and kept chanting Amitabha.

And Chen Fan still looked at him coldly.

It's not that he's hard-hearted,

But he has experienced so much and seen all kinds of cruelty, and he has become accustomed to it.

When he held the rotten heads of his comrades dug out from the black monkey's back garden, he had gradually adapted to it.

When Bai Luo and Dabao and Erbao died,

His heart has grown cold.

Bata lay on the ground,

His pupils were slightly dilated, he was sometimes conscious and sometimes unconscious, as if he was in the hell in Daxia mythology and was being tortured.

“Hahahahaha!!”

Suddenly, Bata laughed, using his last bit of strength to laugh. If there really is a hell, Chen Bufan, you will be ten thousand times more miserable than me in the future.

Slowly, Bata's laughter became quieter and quieter, then his head tilted and he died.

Black Emperor walked up and put his middle finger under Bata's nose.

He turned to look at Chen Fan: "Brother, he's dead!"

Chen Fan was slightly disappointed: "Throw it to the dogs!"

"yes!"

Hei Huang quickly carried Bata's body out and threw it into the wilderness to feed wild dogs.

After doing all this, Chen Fan turned his gaze to look at other people.

Although the others were blind and could not see, Bata's agonizing screams for nearly several hours had frightened them half to death. Some were even frightened to the point of vomiting feces and urine. They all knew that Bata was suffering from extreme pain and torture.

They were terrified at the thought of the pain that was about to be inflicted on them.

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