"No, Shen Muzhi, no..." Xiang Zhilan watched as he held the knife, the tip getting closer and closer to his eyes, and her heart had never been so panicked.

The knife tip had already pierced the eyelid, and blood was slowly flowing down. If any more force was applied, that eye would be ruined.

Shen Muzhi gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, the veins on his wrist bulging, ready to plunge it down, when Li Rui suddenly called out to stop: "Gouging out eyes right from the start seems a bit too stimulating, how about we have some appetizers first?"

Xiang Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the knife being removed from her eyes, but her heart tightened again at Li Rui's next words.

"Stab your left leg first, make sure it goes all the way through so I can see the tip." Li Rui leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped on the dragon head of his cane, one finger lightly tapping the back of his other hand, and said in a tone of schadenfreude, "You can start now. I'm reminding you, hurry up, or that candle will burn through the rope."

Shen Muzhi gripped the hilt of the knife, and with a flick of his wrist, plunged it into the calf. The speed was so fast that Xiang Zhilan didn't even have time to shout. All she saw was the bloody tip of the knife piercing through the trouser leg.

Xiang Zhilan's pupils constricted in shock. Li Rui clapped his hands and laughed, "Indeed, decisive. Now let's move on to the other leg, this time the thigh."

"Shen Muzhi, no!" Xiang Zhilan cried out in alarm. Shen Muzhi had already plunged the knife into his right thigh, the hilt embedded, blood gushing out. Tears welled in her eyes, struggling to spill over: "Shen Muzhi, are you crazy! Why did you come here! Why did you let him threaten you!"

"Don't move, I'll save you." Shen Muzhi's face was already pale, cold sweat poured from his forehead, and he said in a cold, hoarse voice.

"I don't want you to save me, just go!" Xiang Zhilan shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

Shen Muzhi looked up at her, his dark, indifferent eyes softening with a touch of warmth. But when he turned back to Li Rui, his gaze sharpened like a knife, and he said in a deep voice, "What else do you want me to do?"

"That's really touching. Let's poke the left shoulder next." Li Rui yawned, as if he was tired of watching the show, and said, "The abdomen and the arm are also options. These are all I can think of for now. You can do them in any order you like."

“Shen Muzhi, no…” Xiang Zhilan cried and shook her head desperately.

"Don't cry," Shen Muzhi said softly, then plunged the knife into his left shoulder.

His movements were incredibly fast; he stabbed in and immediately pulled out, then plunged it into the lower abdomen, causing blood to gush out.

"No!" Xiang Zhilan cried out in anguish, "Shen Muzhi, I hate you! No matter what you do, it's useless! Go away!"

Shen Muzhi was already kneeling on one knee. Excessive blood loss had left him weak. He pulled the knife out of his abdomen, panting, his voice low but impossible to miss: "But, I like you."

Xiang Zhilan was so shocked that her tears stopped and her eyes widened.

"What a touching confession! To make the play even more exciting, it seems we should invite a female supporting actress to appear." Li Rui clapped his hands twice, and someone brought one in.

Only when she stepped under the light could one see clearly that it was Su Yan.

No, it's Su Yan who has the same face as Su Yan!

The subordinates brought Su Yan to Li Rui's side and handed him the knife that was pressed against her neck.

Li Rui held Su Yan's shoulders tightly, looked up at Shen Muzhi, and said, "How about we play a game? Look over there, my men have already untied the rope from the pillar. As soon as he lets go, Xiang Zhilan will fall to the ground with a thud."