He wanted to speak, but found that even his most basic language ability was suppressed and he couldn't even groan.
Ye Lang leaned closer, and a whisper-like voice sounded in his ear:
"Now, tell me something."
Mao Feiyu's consciousness almost collapsed under the oppression. After feeling a little better, he opened his mouth with difficulty and finally squeezed out a few broken words:
“Near…Xuanwu Lake…Park.
That giant snake...can spit out...a white poisonous mist and can also attack with its tail. As for the rest...I...I don't know."
Frozen Xuanwu Lake
After hearing this, Ye Lang sensed that Mao Feiyu was not lying, so he withdrew his pressure. Mao Feiyu immediately let out a long sigh, gasping for breath, his face as pale as paper.
This near-death experience and the pain from his severed limbs nearly caused him to suffer a mental breakdown, and it was obviously impossible for him to launch a mental attack again.
Ye Lang stood up and nodded to Shi Xinyi who had been waiting for a long time.
Hatred welled up in Shi Xinyi's eyes again, and she stabbed without hesitation with the kitchen knife in hand.
There were more than thirty slashes, each one avoiding the vital parts.
Blood splattered and screams echoed in the empty room.
Sometimes, if he accidentally stabbed a vital point, this kind girl would considerately treat him and then continue to finish him off.
When Mao Feiyu's consciousness was completely blurred, Shi Xinyi stabbed him in the chest with a knife.
Blood slowly flowed out of Mao Feiyu's chest. His eyes gradually became unfocused, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile was the relief from no longer being tortured, as if to say that this time was finally over.
Shi Xinyi cried, tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the blood-stained floor.
She knelt beside Mao Feiyu's body, her heart filled with complicated emotions.
There is both a brief relief after revenge and a deep despair over the depravity of human nature.
After coming to her senses and wiping away her tears, Shi Xinyi stood up, tightly gripping the kitchen knife.
Ai Qin and Ye Lang had already cooperated with each other. They not only detoxified the remaining twenty people, but also released pressure to crush their spirits and will.
Shi Xinyi looked at her classmates wailing and begging for mercy all over the floor, and an indescribable sense of comfort and pleasure welled up in her heart.
She slowly looked around, her eyes cold and firm.
"It's almost time. We have to come one by one."
She was standing in front of a trembling girl who had collapsed on the ground, mumbling for mercy.
Shi Xinyi looked at her coldly, the kitchen knife in her hand reflecting an icy light under the light.
She didn't say much, just smiled gently, the knife flashed, and the screams of pain broke the silence again.
Next came the boy next to him. As the knife rose and fell, blood splattered everywhere, and the boy's wailing stopped abruptly.
The third, the fourth, the fourth...
Finally, when the last boy fell, the kitchen knife with a rolled blade in Shi Xinyi's hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Then she collapsed to the ground, looking at the mess in the room and the pools of blood everywhere, and began to retch in pain.
Ai Qin looked at Shi Xinyi with some distress, walked over to her, patted her on the back, and said softly:
"Congratulations on your rebirth. From now on, you are no longer bound by fear, nor do you have to be trapped by the shadows of the past."
Ai Qin's voice was soft but firm, as if pulling Shi Xinyi out of the endless bloody abyss.
However, Ye Lang next to him didn't feel that Ai Qin had interrupted him and was about to speak.
Because as the knife fell, Shi Xinyi's favorability had soared by 91 points.
With this attitude, simply comforting with words is no longer enough to easily improve the favorability, and drastic measures must be taken.
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