This sentence,
The burly man felt a bone-chilling cold rush from his tailbone straight up to his crown chakra...
"save......."
Before the burly man could finish speaking, Wang Xianghe had already lightly snapped his fingers.
"Smack!"
"Punishment begins~~"
The crisp snap of fingers echoed through the silent night sky.
The burly man's body trembled violently, his eyes momentarily glazed over, and he slowly tossed aside his leather whip.
Then he stretched out both hands.
He started waving his hand incessantly, mimicking the motions of rock, paper, and scissors.
That side lost.
The hand on its own side would then slap itself hard across the cheek.
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
As a series of crisp slapping sounds rang out,
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The crisp sound of a slap was particularly jarring in the deathly still night.
One sound after another, incessantly.
"That uncle..." Ye Ran was just about to speak when...
But he felt an invisible spiritual force that rendered him speechless.
Wang Xianghe put a finger to his lips, then turned to look at Ye Ran: "Shh... I don't like being disturbed when I'm being punished..."
Then, he added with a smile to Ye Ran:
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
at this time,
The burly man's movements were mechanical and stiff, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings, slapping his own face again and again with all his might.
Each strike was accompanied by the sound of wind, and the trembling of the skin and flesh was clearly visible.
At first, only her cheeks quickly became red and swollen, and blood seeped from the corners of her mouth.
But this "punishment" was far from over.
The strong man's movements became faster and stronger, as if he were tireless and painless.
His face contorted and deformed at a visible speed, his skin tore open, and his flesh became a bloody mess.
His once robust body was now trembling like a sieve, each slap making him sway precariously.
"Crack..."
A faint cracking sound, mixed with the sound of a slap, sent chills down one's spine.
The strong man's cheekbone, after being struck repeatedly, finally shattered under the strain.
Fragments of bone mixed with flesh and blood gushed from the ruptured wound.
But he still didn't stop, one blow after another, as if he wouldn't stop until he smashed his own head.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, long since unfocused; he mechanically waved his arms, carrying out that terrifying "punishment."
"puff……"
With another muffled thud, half of the burly man's cheek was slapped away.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, splattering on the ground like eerie flowers.
The skull, exposed to the air, its stark white bones stained with blood, looked eerie and terrifying under the neon lights.
But this is still not the end.
The burly man's other hand continued.
One, two, three...
His movements became slower and slower, and his strength waned, but each fall was accompanied by a deeper despair.
Finally, after another muffled thud, the burly man's head exploded completely, like a smashed watermelon.
Red and white splashed everywhere.
"Thump..."
The headless body, like a broken wooden stake, crashed to the ground.
The dust kicked up, mixed with the smell of blood, filled the air.
The surroundings were deathly silent...
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