Chapter 8 Special Training School: Sinful Humanity 8
The school's warehouse had a lot of food, and during this period, everyone did nothing but eat, sleep, and torture these instructors, so they harbored deep hatred for them.
I wish I could kill them.
Ji Huaizhi let them go their own way, and if someone was accidentally killed, he didn't ask any questions.
This is to tell them: Here, the main focus is on revenge, and these people are not worth mourning for. But if you leave with such a strong sense of malice, it will harm you.
Pan Xiang has been having a lot of bad luck lately; his house caught fire and he lost his job.
Now that Ji Huaizhi is gone, Tang Guilan has become his punching bag.
The family of three lives in a cramped little house, and Pan Li has been afraid to lose his temper lately.
Pan Xiang planned to get a good night's sleep after drinking tonight, so he could look for a job the next day.
But unexpectedly, after waking up in a dark room, he didn't know where he was. He tentatively stood up, waving his hands around, his voice filled with panic:
"Gui Lan! Tang Gui Lan?"
"Xiao Li! Tang Guilan! Where is this?"
"Damn it! Tang Guilan!" Pan Xiang could only hear his own voice. The darkness made him feel very unsafe: "Where am I? Is anyone here?"
Pan Xiang shouted at the top of his lungs in the dark room, then suddenly wondered if he was dreaming.
Just as he was about to slap himself, the door to the dark room suddenly opened, and Pan Xiang was blinded by the sudden light.
After my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked up and realized that the child in the backlight looked somewhat familiar.
Just then, his pupils suddenly dilated, and Pan Xiang's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Are you Ji Huaizhi?"
Ji Huaizhi suddenly smiled warmly: "Uncle Pan, it's been a long time."
Pan Xiang was no longer afraid, but his expression turned somewhat grim: "What happened? Did you bring me here?"
Ji Huaizhi tilted his head and thought for a while: "Right? It's been so long since we last met, I missed you a bit, so you came here."
Pan Xiang: "Are you sick? Did you get stupid from being beaten?"
"You brat, you want to get beaten up again? Didn't you get enough beatings at the special training school?" Pan Xiang didn't want to stay in this room; he always felt a gloomy atmosphere.
"Send me back! When I get back, I'll call your school and tell them to discipline you more."
"You little bastard, you and your mother are both deserving of a beating."
Ji Huaizhi just watched him curse quietly without interrupting him.
Pan Xiang went out and pushed him away, saying that if he stayed inside any longer, he wouldn't be able to breathe.
The blinding light outside made him raise his hand to shield his forehead, and after his eyes adjusted, he looked around and asked, "Where am I?"
Pan Xiang looked around. It was a large open space surrounded by high walls with broken glass and electric fences. Yellowed weeds covered the open space, which looked like a training area. There were many small houses like the one behind him, as if it were isolated from the world.
"Where is this?" Pan Xiang asked softly.
There were quite a few children ahead, gathered together cheering, as if they had seen something interesting.
Pan Xiang took two steps forward and looked around.
Because I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, I tripped over something and fell flat on my face.
The students turned around when they heard the noise and stared at him intently.
The excitement in his eyes made Pan Xiang somewhat uneasy.
He tentatively called out to them, "Hey! Where is this? What place is this?"
They didn't answer. Pan Xiang frowned and muttered "bastard" under his breath, but unexpectedly he suddenly saw the scene behind these students.
Several grown men knelt on the ground, looking somewhat disheveled and covered in sweat.
Because of the distance, Pan Xiang did not notice the thumbtacks under the men's knees.
"This is the special training school you sent me to." Ji Huaizhi suddenly appeared behind Pan Xiang.
"Ah!" Pan Xiang screamed in fright and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Ji Huaizhi! Do you want to die?" Pan Xiang cursed incessantly at Ji Huaizhi out of unease: "You bastard, are you up to something?"
"It must be you, right?"
Ji Huaizhi still smiled and said, "Yes, I just wanted you to experience it too."
Pan Xiang grabbed Ji Huaizhi by the collar in anger, and as he raised his right hand, he suddenly felt a chill from the soles of his feet.
That sudden fear made my heart feel numb and tight.
He stared blankly at Ji Huaizhi's smile, his left hand trembling as he released Ji Huaizhi's collar: "You...you...why are you so cold?"
Pan Xiang's heart pounded: "What's wrong with you?"
Suddenly I remembered that Ji Huaizhi was very timid, and he was usually so quiet that you could barely get a word out of him.
"Uncle Pan, what's wrong?"
Pan Xiang mustered his courage and touched Ji Huaizhi's neck, only to find that he not only had no pulse but was also ice-cold, as if he were not a living person.
She looked at Ji Huaizhi in shock and found him smiling at her in a very strange way.
Pan Xiang was so frightened that he took a few steps back and sat down on the ground: "Are you a human or a ghost?"
Ji Huaizhi was still smiling: "Does it matter? I just think you're a good fit for this place, that's why I brought you here."
Pan Xiang looked at him, his lips twitching slightly: "You... this school is for you students, I'm an adult."
He spoke somewhat incoherently, and his words were somewhat unclear.
The students ran over and dragged Pan Xiang towards the "teaching building": "We have a new student. Take him to the instructor after class."
"Let go! You little brats!"
"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!"
Pan Xiang felt a burning sensation on his back, and his head kept hitting the steps as they dragged him along.
Pan Xiang was dragged into a room, where he saw them place something on his head: "Let me go! What are you doing?"
"Get out of my way!"
None of the children listened to him; they just laughed and pressed the switch.
Pan Xiang felt as if he had suddenly ascended to heaven.
His eyes rolled back, and he trembled, screaming, "Ah!... Ah!..."
"Stop...!"
Cheng Yang recorded his appearance, and Zhou Chuan stood in front of the machine and slowly turned the power up to the maximum.
Pan Xiang's trembling became more and more severe, and he was no longer able to open his mouth to speak. His painful convulsions were recorded.
Tang Guilan watched the video.
After being electrocuted, Pan Xiang was forced to kneel on thumbtacks. If he didn't move, someone would whip him. He was covered in injuries, and there was even a video of him being beaten.
His entire body was covered in so much flesh that if Tang Guilan hadn't been so familiar with him, she wouldn't have recognized the pig-headed man in the video as Pan Xiang.
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