875 Knife into four points
His lips trembled, as if even breathing had become difficult. He gripped his clothes tightly with both hands, trying to calm himself down. The next moment, his good upbringing calmed him down, and he quickly got off the carriage and carefully ran back.
I ran, ran as fast as I could, my mind was completely focused on how to run.
At this moment, the young master was only thinking about how to escape, and he couldn't care less about anything else.
Suddenly, he stumbled, and an inconspicuous stone on the ground caused the young master to fall forward on all fours, landing face-first in the dirt.
His fair and clean face was instantly covered in dust, and he even got a cut on his forehead. It hurt terribly, as he had never had a single scrape on his skin before.
"Ah—!" The young master let out a terrified scream. He had never suffered before; he had only used knives and sticks to beat and kill servants and common people, watching others break their limbs or poking holes in them.
Hearing others' heart-wrenching cries and seeing their tears streaming down their faces, I still couldn't believe they were truly in pain. I even cursed them, "You lowly people, you can't even handle this little bit of pain? You're utterly despicable!"
At this moment, they knelt on the ground, performing the traditional New Year's Day kneeling ceremony, their voices ringing out loudly.
The young master cried out in pain, no longer caring about the vicious knife-wielding thugs not far away.
He shouted loudly, "It hurts so much! You lowly people, it's all your fault! You're the ones who caused this pain! I'm going back to have my father cut you into human sticks, make you wail for three days and three nights, and then let you live for another year!"
On the ground, the Sixth Elder had resisted too fiercely, killing many people who blocked his way. Perhaps he still had a trace of consciousness left. The remaining people hacked at the Sixth Elder, leaving only bloodied flesh and bones.
Hearing the young master's angry roar seemed to awaken them; their fierce and brutal eyes turned bloodshot, and they rushed over quickly.
At that moment, sunlight, like a barrage of arrows, suddenly pierced through the clouds, illuminating this shadowy corner and instantly dispelling all gloom. Perhaps it was to assassinate this darkness, to gain a moment of peace and tranquility!
The young master was so frightened by the sudden sound that he wet his pants again. He looked up sharply, and the blinding sunlight made him squint. But then his face turned pale, probably because he was scared out of his wits!
A powerful will to survive surged forth like a tidal wave. With a sudden effort, he leaped to his feet, but just as he was about to stand, an excruciating pain shot through his left foot, as if a thousand steel needles were piercing his bone marrow, or as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on his leg. He froze instantly, unable to move.
His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and cold sweat poured down his forehead, mixing with the sweat and tears from before, forming winding trails that were both oily and salty.
With a heart-wrenching scream, filled with terror and despair, he looked down and saw his left foot twisted at an unbelievable angle, clearly broken.
"It hurts so much! It hurts so much! Father, save me! Father, save me!" The young master was truly terrified at this moment. He didn't want to die! He really didn't want to die!
There were also beautiful maids in the house, who were obedient to him and would do whatever he wanted; a pretty young lady from a modest family who secretly flirted with him; and his cousin who had been secretly having sex with him for a long time. It was enough to make his adrenaline surge.
With each step he took, he felt excruciating pain. Sweat and tears mingled and rolled down his forehead like beads from a broken string, instantly soaking his clothes.
At this moment, I feel as if I am experiencing the pain of the people whose legs he has wantonly broken. It is so painful, so excruciating!
At this moment, his face was contorted with pain, his eyes wide open as if they were about to burst out of their sockets, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bright red blood vessels, making him look like a vengeful ghost that had escaped from hell.
In excruciating pain, the young master abandoned all dignity, using all four limbs to struggle desperately on the ground, like a wounded beast. Every inch of movement was accompanied by excruciating pain and sweat. Disregarding his image, he only wanted to escape, crawling forward inch by inch with great difficulty.
If you don't crawl, you'll die. Crawl like you used to see those short-legged people. Don't be fooled, they really look alike, exactly the same.
His ten fingers dug deep into the soil, as if grasping at a sliver of hope for life. His body twisted, each forward movement accompanied by heavy breathing and low groans.
Sweat and tears mingled, blurring his vision, but they could not obscure his yearning for survival.
A voice inside me cried out, 'Crawl out, and you'll be free! Crawl out, and you'll live!'
The young master shouted in response, "I'll crawl, I'll crawl, please let me live!"
Then he turned around and shouted, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I am the prefect's son, the prefect's most beloved son! I can give you silver and beautiful women, please don't kill them all!"
I was wrong, I was wrong, please, please don't kill me!
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, seemingly passing before his eyes. The young master's heart tightened, and he cried out, "I don't want to die! Father, save me!"
The slash seemed to carry the force of a thousand pounds, smashing down from above onto the dog-like lump on the ground!
The newcomer gripped the knife tightly in both hands, as if concentrating all his strength in his hands, or perhaps recognizing the little devil on the ground, the damned little devil.
He should be chopped into a pile of mud.
A tremendous force descended, as if the space itself were being bombarded, and slashed at the young master's buttocks. The slash was ruthless and merciless, instantly splitting his buttocks open, and blood mixed with excrement and urine gushed out.
This strike was extremely heavy and fast, gathering all the power of the body. It seemed to be driven by a deep-seated hatred, as if the person was someone they knew, an enemy from ancient times. Now, seeing this mortal foe, they were about to strike him down fiercely!
One cut, four inches into the flesh!
"Ah! Ouch..." A loud scream of pain, like a thunderclap in the dead of winter, echoed for miles around. It really hurt!
The pain was excruciating, like my liver and intestines were being torn apart, my heart was being ripped apart, and the pain was so deep that it pierced my very bones and soul!
The young master trembled all over, and apart from shouting, his lips turned purple, and he could not utter any other words.
Trembling all over, 'You, you, I, I…'
It was as if it were saying, "You wait, if I don't die, I'll make you experience my pain."
But at that moment, the blade suddenly lashed out, and with a sharp "whoosh" sound, it sliced through the air, leaving a shocking trail of blood that danced in the air before slowly dripping down!
The knife was pulled out, a line of blood flew up, and another trembling voice cried out, "Ah! Ah!"
The pain is excruciating, it pierces to the very soul! Just hearing about it hurts!
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