The girl giggled softly, her chest puffing as she placed the skull on the table. With a sudden force from her other hand, she slashed the knife she was holding tightly as An Youxuan struggled violently, cutting a long gash along his ribs and the flesh at his heart.
The white flesh turned to the sides like a zipper, and blood gushed out from the cut aorta like rushing sea water.
The hot blood splattered all over Tang Xili's face and hair, and An Youxuan, who was under the knife, was in so much pain that his screams were not like those of a human.
He struggled hard, but several armed soldiers held him down with expressionless faces, preventing him from escaping and forcing him to endure it.
"Ahhh——" Gu Yuqing screamed at the top of her lungs as she watched this scene. At this moment, she could no longer say anything. She could only scream like this, screaming in despair like a trapped beast.
The pain is so deep that it hurts the soul as if it is torn apart. It is beyond words.
An Minghe was also screaming madly in the hands of the armed soldiers, "Stop, stop, ah ah——"
Mr. An's face turned pale, his whole body trembling, and he was unable to struggle. "Stop it—"
At this moment, they truly understood the meaning of the saying: "If hell doesn't accept you, then I will be your hell."
There is nothing more terrifying than watching your loved ones being killed in front of your eyes. It is more painful than killing them yourself.
Regret and hatred are not enough to describe the feelings of everyone in the An family.
If they were given a knife, they would kill Tang Xili without hesitation, cut her a thousand times or ten thousand times, and throw her into the oil pan and fry her a thousand times or ten thousand times.
But sadly, they can't kill it.
This deep feeling of powerlessness is like a series of man-eating vines that drag them into the bottomless abyss. It is like all kinds of torture being inflicted on their bodies, leaving them heartbroken and making life worse than death.
Tang Xili laughed even crazier, "You guys, do you understand how painful it was for me when I lost my mom? Yes, you should also feel the same way..."
She said it lightly, but felt it was still not enough.
Suddenly, amidst An Youxuan's cries of extreme pain, amidst the An family's despair of finding no way out, and amidst everyone's shocked and terrified gazes, she reached her hand into the warm cut wound.
Then, he used both hands to break the ribs that were in the way and pulled out the beating heart with his bare hands.
"Ah--" An Youxuan's eyes suddenly widened and he let out a scream that pierced the sky. Then his body went limp and he lost his life.
Die with eyes open.
"Hahaha……"
The girl held the knife, cut the connecting blood vessels, held the still beating heart high up, and laughed wildly like a madman beside An Youxuan's body, which was still conscious.
Her body, hair, face, and hands were all covered in glaring blood.
Shrouded in light, she looked like a ghost or evil spirit that had walked out of the Shura purgatory in a sea of blood and corpses. Her whole body was filled with cruel and evil spirit, grotesque, hideous and terrifying.
This horrifying scene made the Nanyang people present sweat profusely and tremble in fear.
This guy is the craziest of the crazies, a walking devil.
They no longer had the heart to watch the fun. They just wanted to leave here as quickly as possible and stay away from this tyrant who would rip people's hearts out with his bare hands if they disagreed with him.
Jiang Wenqing got goosebumps all over his body, and his heart felt like it was covered by something. He was horrified and shocked. This... this... is so scary!
He has never been so crazy in his entire life as the ruler of the Chinese underworld. This is simply extremely cruel.
No wonder, no wonder he could become the overlord of Nanyang at such a young age. Under such extreme cruelty, who would dare to disobey, who would dare to say no?
I have seen it, I have seen it.
There was only one person in the audience who looked at the crazy woman. He felt no fear but only heartache.
His Yangyang should have been a carefree little girl. It's all the An family's fault. They deserve to die.
"Ahhh——" A scream that pierced the eardrums rang out in the banquet hall. Gu Yuqing could not bear the fatal stimulation. She held her head and screamed like crazy. After screaming for a while, she fainted.
"Uh uh uh——" The paralyzed Mrs. An saw her grandson die in front of her eyes. Her eyes widened and she twitched and shook in her wheelchair, tears and saliva streaming down her face. She hated the thought of life and death.
The moment his son's heart was removed, An Minghe felt as if his heart and soul were hollowed out, and the pain was beyond words.
"Ah, ah—" He screamed heart-wrenchingly. Under the hands of the armed soldiers, he was like an uncontrollable demon. His pupils were about to burst and his face was unrecognizable. He wanted to tear the Tangxi pear into pieces and chop it into mud.
An Minghui had tears in his eyes and was terrified. He couldn't believe what he saw.
"Youxuan, Youxuan..." His voice trembled and he was frightened out of his wits.
As for Mr. An, his face was as pale as paper and he was about to collapse. “Youxuan—ah…”
He choked and cried bitterly. The overwhelming pain was like a heart-wrenching pain that made it almost impossible for him to sit still.
Gone, his last grandson is gone...
In the banquet hall, the hysterical crying of the An family and the girl's hearty laughter intertwined.
The more painfully they cried, the more happily the girl laughed.
The crazier the girl's laughter became, the more frightened everyone in the banquet hall became.
Fear and weirdness spread like a mountain torrent and tsunami. All the ethnic groups in Southeast Asia were in danger, trembling with fear, sitting on pins and needles, and dared not even breathe.
They were afraid that this capricious and crazy woman would use the knife on them.
I have finally experienced the feeling that serving the king is like serving a tiger.
The servants continued serving the dishes as usual with expressionless faces, oblivious to all this, like intelligent robots.
But the big beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads betrayed them.
It’s not that I’m not afraid, but that I dare not be afraid.
Finally, as everyone was worried, Tang Xili's laughter gradually stopped.
She tilted her head, her eyes emitting an abnormal light as she slowly scanned the banquet hall. She smiled and said, "Why aren't you eating? Is my entertainment not exciting enough?"
The next second, the smiling face suddenly turned cold, filled with cruelty and slight anger, "Today is the day I find my lost sister, so let me eat it all. If anyone refuses, I'll chop off their hand."
Before he could finish his words, everyone's heart trembled, and they all picked up their chopsticks and started eating with cold all over.
At this moment, all the delicacies from land and sea seemed like chewing wax, tasteless, but one dared not not eat them.
Because they know that this madman can do what he says.
Seeing that they were all eating obediently, Tang Xili threw down the knife, picked the blood-stained white camellia on her chest, put it to her lips and kissed it gently.
The bloodthirsty look in his eyes faded, revealing a rare tenderness.
The slaughtering demon seemed to have transformed into a compassionate god in a second, and even his voice became unnaturally soft.
"Look, Mom, another person in the An family has died. I'm very happy. Are you happy too?"
A white handkerchief, held by a slender hand wearing Buddhist beads, was gently placed on Tang Xili's face to wipe the blood off her face.
The man's voice was like the gentle breeze and reached her ears. "She will definitely be proud of you."
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