Zhao Cheng and Ling Yue were taken back to the beach and thrown on the ground like dead dogs.
Zhao Cheng clutched his reopened wound, his lips trembling as he asked, "What are you going to do? I am a prince, if you dare... ah..."
Lingyue pounced and bit Zhao Cheng hard.
Both were injured and lay on the ground unable to get up; their strength was now roughly equal.
"You crazy woman, let go..."
Zhao Cheng's face contorted in pain as he grabbed Lingyue's hair and kicked and thrashed her, trying to get her off him.
Qi An and the merfolk stood aside watching the scumbag and the bitch fight like dogs.
Zhao Cheng ripped off a chunk of Lingyue's hair, along with her scalp, before Lingyue finally let go.
Her mouth was full of blood, and she chewed the piece of flesh she had bitten off with a ferocious expression before swallowing it.
Ata curled her lip in disgust: "Ugh, that's disgusting..."
The merfolk watched this scene with indifference, feeling only pleasure as they watched the culprits kill each other.
Zhao Cheng's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably; he was terrified by Ling Yue's crazed state.
"You bitch, you lunatic."
Lingyue laughed loudly: "I'm crazy? Have you forgotten? That's how I died in my previous life, being devoured by your good dogs."
She crawled toward Zhao Cheng, who pushed off the ground with both feet and retreated repeatedly.
The two wrestled together again, with Lingyue turning into a dog, relentlessly biting Zhao Cheng, one bite after another.
Zhao Cheng had a lot of flesh torn off by Ling Yue, and with the ruptured wound on his chest, he was practically covered in blood.
Zhao Cheng screamed and wildly hit and pinched her, tearing off half of her scalp, which bled profusely.
Both men were covered in blood, their clothes were tattered, and their hair was dirty and messy. They looked like two mad dogs tearing at each other.
The scene was somewhat... comical for a moment.
Qi An, having watched the spectacle to his heart's content, waved his hand to separate the two.
Without saying a word, he snapped Zhao Cheng's limbs in a few quick movements, and Zhao Cheng screamed and fainted.
Qi An looked at Ling Yue and smiled, which made Ling Yue think that Qi An had forgiven her.
She wasn't crazy; what she just did was to kill Zhao Cheng at her hands.
On one hand, he genuinely hated him and wanted to kill him with his own hands, but on the other hand, he wanted to use this to gain the forgiveness of his tribe.
Look, I really know I was wrong. I killed the enemy who harmed us with my own hands.
Lingyue knelt at Qi An's feet, grabbing the hem of his robe and kowtowing repeatedly.
"Clan leader, I was wrong. It's all Lingyue's fault. Please punish me. I'm willing to accept any punishment as long as you can forgive me."
Qi An looked down at her and asked, "You can accept anything?"
Lingyue looked at her hopefully and said happily, "Yes."
She knew her actions were inhuman, but she genuinely realized her mistake, and thankfully everyone was alright.
She was willing to accept punishment as long as she could go home.
Qi An pulled out a dagger and handed it down: "Oh, then you should commit suicide to atone for your sins."
Lingyue's smile froze on her face: "..."
She stammered, "I...I really know I was wrong..."
Qi An asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you'd do anything as long as I forgive you? I don't want to punish you, I just want you dead."
Lingyue shook her head frantically: "No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
Qi An: "Oh, so your so-called remorse and willingness to accept punishment is just empty talk, and you have no intention of paying the price."
Tongtong's mother sneered, "You don't want to die, so you tricked us into going to our deaths. Do you think we deserve to die?"
Lingyue turned around and saw that the clansmen who used to dote on her were now staring at her with hatred.
Qi An smiled and said, "How about this, you go and ask them. If even one person thinks you don't have to die, I'll spare you."
Lingyue crawled to the merfolk and kowtowed repeatedly, pleading and crying:
"It's all Lingyue's fault. I kowtow to you and apologize. Please forgive me for our past relationship. I really know I was wrong... Please..."
Soon, blood appeared on her forehead, mixed with tears and her injuries, making her look pitiful and miserable.
Qi An watched with his arms crossed, inspecting the results of his training.
Fortunately, the merfolk did not disappoint him. Even after Lingyue kowtowed until her forehead was bruised, not a single merfolk pleaded for her life.
They watched indifferently as Lingyue kowtowed and begged for mercy, remaining silent for a long time before finally speaking.
“I will not forgive, otherwise I will feel that all the suffering we have endured is deserved.”
"I won't forgive you either. What did we do wrong that we deserve to die a horrible death and have our entire clan wiped out because of you?"
"Why should I forgive you? You caused everyone to die a horrible death, why should you live?"
"We're being lenient by not killing you with our own hands, how dare you ask for our forgiveness?"
"If you had even a shred of guilt towards us, you would have committed suicide long ago to atone for your sins."
"Do it yourself."
"Go to hell."
"..."
Lingyue watched in despair as her clansmen verbally attacked her and told her to hurry up and die.
She was still unwilling to give up, looking at each one in turn, hoping to find one who didn't hate her so much.
Upon seeing a spot, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she exclaimed urgently:
"Tongtong, you've always loved Aunt Lingyue the most since you were little. You'll forgive your aunt, right? Tell me?"
Tongtong's mother's heart pounded.
She was afraid that Tongtong was too young to understand, so she actually said she forgave her. The clan chief said that if someone spoke up, he would spare her life.
She was determined to kill Lingyue.
She was about to remind Tongtong when she saw the child, who usually adored Lingyue, shaking her head with red eyes:
"If Tongtong doesn't tell me, I hate you..."
Being eaten by a great white shark is very painful.
The tribespeople were relieved, and Lingyue collapsed to the ground.
A soft laugh came from behind; Qi An had walked over without anyone noticing.
He pinched Tongtong's chubby cheeks, put a piece of candy in his mouth, and praised him, "Good boy."
He threw the dagger at Lingyue: "Now you've given up. Do it yourself. At least let someone respect you for once."
Seeing that pleading was useless, Lingyue raised her head and shouted frantically:
"Why should I die? In my previous life, it was Zhao Cheng who killed you, not me. I died too, and my death was even more tragic than yours."
She was filled with indignation: "Why should I die? Aren't you all standing here perfectly fine? Aren't you all alright?"
Ata's eyes widened: "This...this is so shameless!"
The merfolk were also shocked by Lingyue's words, not expecting that she didn't feel even a little bit guilty towards them.
Qi An said coldly, "You deserve to die because you're an idiot. I was going to give you a more dignified way to die, but you're a moron who doesn't deserve dignity."
Qi An raised his hand, and Ling Yue, seeing this, grabbed a dagger and tried to stab him.
Then she was horrified to find that her arm was no longer under her control.
The knife that was originally thrust out turned back and stabbed her herself.
What followed was a very strange scene.
Lingyue screamed and slashed herself repeatedly, flesh and blood falling to the ground, all the while she cried out:
"Stop, please stop, I don't want to die..."
Ata clapped his hands: "Originally, it would have been a simple matter of killing yourself with one stroke, but you had to make yourself suffer the death by a thousand cuts."
Lingyue was like a water-filled balloon that had been punctured countless times from the outside, leaking water everywhere.
The overwhelming pain made her wish she could die immediately; she regretted not having committed suicide earlier.
She screamed frantically in her mind, "Why isn't she dead yet? How come she's still alive?"
After dozens of cuts, she sculpted herself into a monster, exposing her bones.
Then, she realized in despair that even dying was a luxury for her.
Because none of the dozens of cuts she inflicted on herself during the slow slicing were fatal.
She broke down and cried out, "Kill me, please kill me!"
Nobody paid any attention to her.
Lingyue endured 108 cuts of slow slicing, reducing her to a skeleton, before finally collapsing and dying.
The dangling finger bones were still gripping the knife and slashing at themselves, a bizarre and eerie sight.
When Zhao Cheng opened his eyes, this bizarre scene greeted him. He screamed, nearly going crazy with fright.
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