Since he had promised Wang Ya and Liu Hui, Li Biao first brought Wang Hai to the fourth floor.
On the way, they passed by the fifth floor. Li Biao could already smell the rotten smell of zombie meat. It was really unpleasant.
Of course, Wang Hai also smelled it. He tried his best to look inside, wanting to see the situation inside.
However, how could Li Biao let him have his way? He wanted him to fall into the fear of death, so he kicked Wang Hai's butt and said,"Hurry up and go. Do you want to know what kind of pain you're about to suffer? Don't even think about it."
Wang Hai was pushed to the fourth floor by Li Biao.
Wang Hai was tied to the balcony on the fourth floor by Li Biao, and then he went up to transport the zombies.
It took Li Biao a lot of effort to untie the zombies from the iron gate and bring them to the fourth floor. Therefore, it took him almost twenty minutes to deal with one zombie.
Listening to the sounds coming from the corridor, Wang Hai felt the torment of being about to embrace death, especially when he did not know how he was about to die.
Humans were like this. They were filled with fear when faced with the unknown. Now, Wang Hai was facing the highest level of fear-death!
In fact, many people were not afraid of death, but they were not afraid of the method of rapid death. They thought that three to five seconds would pass, so they were not afraid.
However, it was different when faced with the unknown pain of death. At least Li Biao was afraid of that kind of death, and of course, Wang Hai was also afraid.
And death was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was the period of waiting for death. People would subconsciously imagine the process of their own death. This process was so terrifying.
Especially when they were waiting for an unknown method of death.
Even if there was only a slight movement in the corridor, and they only heard half of the conversation, it would provoke their sensitive nerves.
They would unconsciously imagine that everything they heard was related to their own death.
"Dong dong dong…"
The noise from the corridor finally became louder. As a bound zombie smashed into the door, Wang Hai collapsed. He was defeated by the time he waited for death.
"Wen Yi, you bastard. If you have the ability, kill me now.”
"You idiot, you…"
Wang Hai burst into tears as he cursed Li Biao, from his own person to his entire family.
However, Li Biao's nonchalant attitude provoked Wang Hai. As he cursed, he began to beg for mercy,"Can you please kill me now? Wen Yi, please don't make me wait, I'm going crazy…"
Unfortunately, Li Biao was not a good person to talk to. He was very stingy. He hated Wang Hai for spitting on his face in the morning.
Wang Hai watched as Li Biao turned around and left. The thought of death was shattered. He broke down again and cursed Li Biao and his family again.
In fact, Li Biao really didn't care about Wang Hai's insults because this body wasn't his. If he wanted to scold him, he could do so. Anyway, he didn't care!
The more Wang Hai scolded him, the happier he became as he began to move the zombies!
When Wang Hai saw that his insults were futile, his desire to live exploded. He struggled and sought death, but in the end, he failed.
Unfortunately, the rope was too strong, and there were too many ropes tied up. He couldn't even exert strength, let alone struggle, so Wang Hai cursed again.
In fact, Li Biao didn't learn this psychology. He only saw it when he watched TV dramas.
This set of punishments tested one's mental strength, which was also a test of one's willpower and faith.
Ordinary people would collapse after 30 minutes of this torture, but for people with strong willpower like Yue Fei, Yang Yanzhao, and Dian Wei, this was a piece of cake.
The curses from downstairs spread to the zombies downstairs through the air, and of course, to the sixth floor.
"Aren't you going to plead for your husband?”
"Why don't you go?"
"He's not my husband. Why should I beg?”
"…Yes, I know, but I'm afraid. Aren't you afraid?”
Hearing this, the other person could not help but fall silent. After a long while, the awkward atmosphere was broken."Afraid? How could I not be afraid? I was so scared that I almost peed my pants.”
The room fell silent again.
It was almost nine o'clock when Li Biao finally finished preparing everything. At this moment, Wang Hai's head was lowered as he looked at the ground. No one knew what he was thinking.
In fact, if Li Biao turned his head over, he would find that Wang Hai's face was pale and his eyes were dull. He was completely immersed in his mind and could not sense anything in the outside world.
Of course, it was easier said than done to come out of this state. As long as you knew what he was thinking and interrupted the topic at the right time, you could bring him back to reality. Otherwise, no matter what you said, he wouldn't feel anything. Even if his wife was f * cked by you and kept shouting, it wouldn't interrupt his thoughts.
Li Biao began to put on his gloves and said,"Wang Hai, are you dead?"”
The word 'death' brought Wang Hai back to reality. However, his expression was not good. He looked at Li Biao listlessly.
"Hehe, you've been tormented by waiting for an unknown death. You're really useless."”
"Now do you know the consequences of provoking me?”Seeing Wang Hai struggling again, Li Biao continued,"What's the hurry? Now, I can be merciful and tell you how I will kill you.”
"Bah!"
"Why are you making me unhappy? You've really never been afraid. But this time, I won't argue with you because I won't argue with a dead person.”
"I believe that you must know that our country had ten tortures in ancient times. Today, you will be able to experience the cruelest and strictest way of dying.”
"That's a thousand cuts!"
"How long has it been since the era of peace? You might not know what a thousand cuts is, but I'll say an idiom and you should understand.”
Looking at Wang Hai reminiscing, Li Biao continued unhurriedly,"This kind of punishment first appeared in the Qin and Han Dynasties. At the beginning, there were only eight blades, but as time passed, the number increased in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. However, the exact number of cuts would depend on the executioner's skill.”
"But I know that the highest number was during the Ming Dynasty. At that time, there was almost no one who did not exceed 1,000 knives. A typical example was the eunuch Liu Jin who committed all kinds of evil during the Ming Dynasty. He was cut for three days and had a total of 4,700 knives.”
"Of course, I definitely can't do that, and I don't have that professional equipment, but I can definitely cut it with one or two hundred knives.”
"By the way, you still don't know what I did on the fifth floor, right? If I tell you about my elective, you might understand. I chose Western anatomy.”
"I chose anatomy as a course for excitement. This subject hasn't been established in the country yet. You might not know what it's for.”
"Maybe it's because of this course. I'm very interested in this punishment, but it's really hard to find someone who has this skill. There's no one who has passed down this skill, so I came up with this by myself based on Western medicine.”
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