The jailer stepped forward again, holding a saw dripping with blood.
"No, no! No!"
This scene scared Fan Yitong almost to death.
At this moment, he finally understood why he lost an arm and a leg.
"Mother, mother, help me! I am your biological son, you must save me!"
Fan Yitong screamed in horror.
Although he didn't quite understand what had happened, he seemed to have heard his mother calling him Xiaobao.
His mother is his last straw.
"Xiaobao! Xiaobao!" Xu Shilin, who was dying, could hardly speak.
"Wen, Wenxiu, I order you to save, save my Xiaobao quickly!" Xu Shilin's voice was very small, as soft as a mosquito or fly.
Wenxiu was imprisoned in the prison together with her.
After being brought in, Wenxiu successfully merged into the wall.
Unfortunately, Wenxiu’s ability is limited and she is unable to lead her people to escape from the wall.
In desperation, Xu Shilin let her escape and look for an opportunity to save herself.
But she never expected it.
What awaits her is witnessing her own children being tortured to death.
"Swish! Hiss!" The sharp cutting sound of the saw was heard.
"Ah! No! No!" Fan Yitong screamed in shock.
"Please, please, no matter who you are, please kill me, kill me!"
Fan Yitong pleaded with bloodshot eyes and a painful look on his face.
At this moment, his eyes were blood red.
Through the blood-red mist, he seemed to see the countless resentful souls who had been bullied and tortured by him.
They were dancing and rushing towards him, tearing every inch of his skin and gnawing at every inch of his flesh.
"No, no, don't, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Fan Yitong was so scared that he was mentally confused. He waved his hands desperately to beg for mercy.
The next moment, with a "hiss", his last arm was cut off neatly, leaving blood all over the ground.
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