Chapter 192: Break the Tendons in His Limbs and Limbs, Let Him Die in Pain
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The vicious kidnapperâs heart trembled. This child was really too extraordinary.
It always shocked him. How old was he? A four-year-old child seemed to have already experienced thousands of sails and was indifferent to life and death.
He accepted death so calmly as if what he was about to experience was not death, but a simple and ordinary thing.
You said that he was naive, but he knew everything. He knew that he was about to die and knew how to think for his mother.
His naivety was terrifying!
He suddenly understood why his employer had repeatedly stressed that he could not treat him as a child.
His eyes were so clear that there were no impurities in them.âGood!â
The Spicy Strip sighed. â Thank you, Uncle. Thatâs enough. Letâs do it! â
He calmly asked the kidnapper to make a move, but it made the kidnapper, who was holding the knife, hesitate for a moment.
The Spicy Strip muttered to itself, âLet me guess how Iâll die. It shouldnât be as simple as killing me with a single slash, right?â Break the tendons in my arms and legs, drain all the blood in my body, and let me die in pain? Was it a curse or a punishment? Is it like this?â
After the Spicy Strip finished speaking, the two kidnappers were shocked.âYou How do you know?â
They hadnât made a move yet, but that was exactly what the employer had said. He wanted the childâs blood to flow through every corner of the cellar and turn it into a hell.
Latiaotian smiled innocently. â BecauseâŠâ
He deliberately dragged out his last syllable. â Ah, forget it. Why would I scare you? Just do it quickly. Itâs almost time! â
The Spicy Strip sighed in its heart. He had been trapped like a dumpling with the red thread. If he didnât want to pick his wrists and ankles, why would he expose his wrists?
â Thatâs right, Big Brother. Itâs time. The employer is waiting for us to reply. Letâs hurry up and do it! â
Spicy Strip glanced at the person who spoke and said to the ferocious kidnapper,âUncle, you shouldnât do it. Let the uncle next to you do it!â âWhy?â the two asked in unison.
The smile on Spicy Stripâs face disappeared and he said seriously, âââBecause youâre a good person. I donât want you to die!â
The cellar instantly fell silent. A rat quickly crawled across the ground.
After a while, the kidnapper gritted his teeth in anger.âWhat nonsense are you talking about, child? Do you mean that whoever kills you will die?â
âYes, whoever kills me will die immediately!â Spicy Strip said calmly. If you kill me, your souls will be branded with the mark of your sins. After death, your souls will suffer the pain of being burned by fire for eternity.â
âBelieve it or not, itâs up to you. If you donât believe me, try it yourself!â
The kidnapper beside him laughed loudly. â Hahaha, Iâm dying of laughter. A little brat really thinks heâs a god. â
The Spicy Strip ignored him and looked at the ferocious kidnapper!
â Your parents died and you were raised by your grandmother. Your life was tough and you were looked down upon by others. When you were young, your grandmother passed away and you entered society early. You suffered many unfairness and bullying, but you were loyal to your friends. UnfortunatelyâŠYou met a bad person, and your friend and your woman set you up. Not only did you lose a finger, but you were also put in prison, right?â
âUncle, you were a good person. Unfortunately, the first half of your life was full of thorns. You didnât meet anyone who could point you in the dark. Therefore, this path became darker and darker!â
The vicious kidnapperâs eyes widened, and his hand that was holding the knife trembled.
âYou ⊠YouâŠ
The Spicy Strip closed its eyes. â I wonât say anything more. Give him the knife and let him do it.. Treat it as me repaying you for that meal before I die!