"It's only gentle and sweet girls who are easily fooled. I'll be a shrew in my next life," Little Pink Butterfly said cheerfully.

By dawn, the night was dark, and the little pink butterfly's form had floated away like a thin veil, completely invisible.

"Goodbye, Little Pink Butterfly Sister." Lin Wanyue waved her little hand at the ethereal figure. "Goodbye, Sister Meng!"

Goodbye, Little Pink Butterfly; this name will never exist again.

Seeing Meng Lanxin again is the only way to truly say goodbye.

...

Shortly after they fell asleep, the firing squad, accompanied by jailers, opened the cell door. Upon entering the dungeon, they were overwhelmed by the extremely strong stench of blood, which made them want to vomit.

"Something's wrong!" One of the guards reacted quickly, grabbing the key and running down into the dungeon. The others followed behind him, also worried.

Everyone was worried that someone might be trying to break them out of prison, otherwise why would there be such a strong smell of blood?

However, when they reached Lu Renjia's cell, the place where the smell of blood was strongest, everyone was dumbfounded.

Lu Renjia, who was supposed to be beheaded at noon today, is already dead.

And the manner of his death was extremely gruesome!

The most horrific way to die was to be torn to pieces. His flesh and blood covered the entire cell, his bones were also torn to pieces, every part of the cell was stained with blood, and his internal organs and intestines were spread all over the floor.

A dozen or so enormous rats were devouring his flesh with relish.

Those who witnessed this scene from outside the cell couldn't help but cover their mouths and vomit.