At this moment, Wei Xin's entire body was covered by Taotie's palms, with only his head exposed, his eyes filled with terror.
His pupils reflected Yang Ming's approaching figure.
"No...no, don't come any closer!"
Yang Ming walked slowly to Wei Xin without saying a word, staring at him indifferently with his eyes.
"It's not my fault, it's her..."
Bang!
Yang Ming's fist slammed into Wei Xin's face, breaking his nose and causing blood to gush out.
The intense pain stimulated him.
"asshole......."
Bang!
Another punch knocked out several of Wei Xin's teeth.
However, as expected of someone with a zombie body, his injuries are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bang bang bang!
Yang Ming's punches became faster and faster, and he kept hitting Wei Xin's face with one punch after another without any expression.
Wei Xin's face quickly became distorted, and blood flowed freely.
"Go ahead and kill me!"
The only response he received was a continuous barrage of punches.
Soon, Wei Xin lost all his teeth, his nose was completely sunken in, one of his eyeballs was blown out, and even his skull was cracked, but he still did not die.
Yang Ming continued to beat Wei Xin for a full minute, during which he threw at least a thousand punches, as if he wanted to smash Wei Xin into a pulp.
Even so, Yang Ming has no intention of stopping.
"Yang Ming, that's enough."
"Yes, that's about enough, we should go."
Everyone looked at Yang Ming with worry, fearing that he might lose control of his spirituality as a result.
Moreover, the surrounding gray fog was getting thicker and thicker, and there were more and more strange occurrences. We really couldn't delay any longer.
But Yang Ming seemed not to hear, continuing to punch like a machine.
At that moment, he was patted on the shoulder.
Yang Ming stopped and turned to look; it was Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu stood to the side, his tall figure casting a shadow over Yang Ming, but it couldn't conceal the indifferent look in Yang Ming's eyes.
"Brother Hugh, you don't need to try to persuade me. You guys go first."
Yang Ming's voice was somewhat hoarse, clearly indicating that his anger had not yet been fully vented; he wanted to continue hitting Wei Xin, to beat him to death.
However, Fang Xiu said calmly, "Make way, it's almost my turn."
Yang Ming was taken aback, staring intently at Fang Xiu for one second, two seconds, three seconds, before finally slowly standing up and giving up his seat.
In just a short while, Wei Xin's deformed head was slowly recovering.
He seemed to know he was going to die, so he decided to throw caution to the wind and provoke the crowd in order to hasten his demise.
"Ha... You're all just a bunch of hypocrites. You feel sorry for her because you haven't lived in the burial ground for many years. If you had my experience, you would understand that everything I did was just to survive!"
Yang Ming nearly lost his temper upon hearing this.
"Does living mean treating others like playthings? Is she preventing you from living?!"
A twisted smile appeared on Wei Xin's distorted face: "She didn't affect my survival, but she can make my life better!"
boom!
Yang Ming's killing intent exploded instantly, but just as he was about to step forward, Fang Xiu gently stopped him.
Then, Fang Xiu squatted down and calmly gazed at Wei Xin's distorted face.
Wei Xin seemed to know what he was about to encounter, and sneered: "You are nothing but a bunch of trash born in a peaceful and prosperous era. After you spend a few years in the burial ground and experience the pain I have gone through, you will understand that justice and morality are all bullshit."
She was just a woman; her death is no big deal, since we'd already ruined her anyway…”
"Judging from your profound understanding, you should be able to endure a lot of pain," Fang Xiu's calm voice interrupted Wei Xin.
Wei Xin grinned maliciously: "What? You want to torture me? You want revenge for that poor woman? Come on, if I utter a sound, I'll be your grandson!"
Fang Xiu shook his head: "I have no interest in avenging others. I just want to have some fun for a while."
Pleasure?
Before Wei Xin could react, Fang Xiu's slender fingers gently gripped the scalpel and brought it down.
He made a small cut on the other person's face, then casually infused it with the pain he had just received from the woman.
In an instant, all the abuse and despair the woman had suffered over the years flooded into Wei Xin's mind.
"ah!!!!!!"
A piercing and inhuman scream rang out, sending chills down one's spine.
Wei Xin's zombie-like, stiff face suddenly came to life, veins bulging on his face and eyes bulging as if they were about to explode.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly: "Is this all? You, who suffered so much in the burial ground, can only bring me this little bit of pleasure?"
"What...what did you do to me?!" Wei Xin screamed in agony.
"It's just to let you experience the pain of others."
Whoosh!
With another stab, Fang Xiu inflicted more pain, thus enriching Wei Xin's life experience.
That single, brief stab allowed him to experience the pain of at least dozens of different ways of dying.
"ah!!!!!"
"Please, kill me now!"
"Don't rush, this is just the beginning. I have hundreds of different kinds of pain waiting for you."
As Fang Xiu continued to swing his knife, Wei Xin's screams rang out, each one higher than the last, until his vocal cords tore and he gradually became hoarse.
He fainted and then woke up; the short minute felt like an eternity.
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