sjar Chapter 565 Torture
Chapter 565 Torture
Cheng Wangxun smiled dismissively, picked up the honey and walked forward. Suddenly he remembered something, stopped, turned to look at Cheng Yeqing, and said, "She is my wife, she already is. When she reaches the legal age, I will take her to get our marriage certificate."
He slowly picked up the jar of amber honey, tapping his knuckles lightly on the smooth glass jar, producing a dull sound.
I took two more steps forward, my running shoes making a clear but subdued echo on the cold cement floor.
"Brother Cheng is so confident. What a pity, that's my wife."
Lu Jingyan's laughter rang out lightly, carrying a hint of playful laziness.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Wangxun's expression changed drastically, and the honey slipped from his hand.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, Cheng Wangxun swung his arm and the jar of honey, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed into Lu Jingyan.
"Get the hell away from me! You piece of shit! Fuck!"
The glass bottle shattered with a crash, and golden honey mixed with glass shards flew everywhere. The cloyingly sweet aroma instantly filled the cold air, carrying an eerie sweetness.
Cheng Wangxun's chest heaved violently as he turned and glared fiercely at Cheng Yeqing.
If it weren't for Cheng Yeqing, that little fool of his would never have had the chance to get close to this slut!
The thought of my precious child being bullied by this thing makes me angry.
Lu Jingyan simply turned to the side and dodged the glass bottle without even raising an eyebrow.
She simply looked down with regret at the precious medicinal herbs that had been smashed and were soaking in honey, then calmly turned around and took new materials from the shelf, her movements as elegant as if she were tending her own garden.
Cheng Wangxun was furious but helpless. He took out his phone and sent a message to Cheng Zi, asking him to bring another jar of honey.
Recently, Bai Yisha has been enjoying drinking honey water, so he bought a ton of it to stock up.
After sending the message, Cheng Wangxun looked at Song Yumi, who was sharpening his knife, and said impatiently, "Stinky corn, is your knife sharpened yet?"
He originally intended to buy a few sharp knives to cut Ji Jiaxu and Jiang Fan, but Song Yumi insisted on using rusty knives. I don't know where he found the knives, but he spent most of the day sharpening them.
When it comes to perversion, he's number one.
He wouldn't have bothered waiting for him if he wasn't worried that the knife was too dull to cut him.
In the corner, the scratching sound of the whetstone abruptly stopped.
Song Yumi stopped what she was doing, did not respond, and simply straightened up slowly.
His gloomy face was expressionless, and the knife in his hand, worn smooth and rusty, reflected a cold light in the dim lamplight.
Without saying a word, he walked toward the two people hanging in mid-air.
As Ji Jiaxu watched him approach step by step, his eyes like unfathomable, icy pools, her heart trembled slightly. Her Adam's apple bobbed, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "What...what are you going to do?"
Jiang Fan, who was standing to the side, slowly raised his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently for a couple of seconds, and then closed them again.
He should have known long ago that the people around her were no good at all.
But he still went ahead and did that deal without hesitation.
"Wow--"
The sound of the fabric being torn was crisp and piercing.
"hiss…"
"What the hell are you doing?! This is murder, this is illegal!!" Ji Jiaxu's scream shattered the silence.
Without hesitation, Song Yumi made a long cut on his arm.
The lacerated skin instantly burst open, like a deformed red flower, and bright red liquid gushed out eagerly.
"what!!!"
In Song Yumi's hands, that rusty knife seemed to be the subject of some kind of artistic creation.
He worked slowly and deliberately, one cut after another, his expression so focused as if he were carving a flower; his appearance was strangely alluring.
Upon hearing this, Song Yumi finally raised his eyelids. His eyes were devoid of any warmth. He stopped what he was doing, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Breaking the law? You actually know those two words."
After saying that, he transferred the knife to Jiang Fan and made several clean cuts with the same efficiency.
Unlike Ji Jiaxu, Jiang Fan didn't cry out. His body was tense, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. If it weren't for this, Song Yumi would have thought he was incapable of feeling pain.
Lu Jingyan then lazily glanced at the two bloodied and mangled figures, then picked up the freshly made medicinal powder, walked over to them, and sprinkled it on their wounds.
When the powder came into contact with the wound, it was like salt grains sprinkled on boiling oil, making a slight "sizzling" sound and producing a layer of white smoke.
He said slowly, "Song Yumi doesn't know her own strength. If she loses too much blood, she might die. This medicine powder may work slowly and cause redness, swelling, and even pain, but it stops the bleeding. No need to thank me, it's what I should do."
"Hiss—Ah!!! You bunch of scoundrels!! Sending me to the orange stand! I deserve to be punished by law! Ah!!! Madmen, a bunch of madmen!!!"
Ji Jiaxu's screams became shrill and distorted.
"Shut up." Cheng Wangxun growled impatiently and kicked him mercilessly in the stomach.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and Cheng Zi walked in, carrying a jar of ants in her left hand and a jar of honey in her right.
He immediately noticed the bloody and chaotic scene and froze on the spot, instinctively looking at Cheng Yeqing standing to the side.
Cheng Yeqing pinched the bridge of his nose, his face showing undisguised helplessness, and he sighed heavily.
His younger brother was already lawless, and Lu Jingyan was a ruthless person who hid a knife behind his smile. He didn't know much about Song Yumi, but now it seemed... she was not a good person at all, and even had a somewhat morbid and perverted side.
The three of them together are really...
A super-perverted trio.
Cheng Yeqing waved to Cheng Zi, who was in a daze, his voice languid with a hint of weariness: "Chengzi, go out and buy me a few supernatural novels."
We need to get him out of the way. He's rarely seen such bloody scenes, and we don't want to scare this clueless butler. He's already like a human machine; if he gets scared and crashes on the spot, who will want to work for him?
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He put down the two cans, turned around, and went out the door again.
But they ran right into Tsuru Chishu, who was returning.
"Hello, Mr. He. Goodbye, Mr. He." Cheng Zi greeted him and then left.
He Zhizhou frowned. When he came back, he didn't see the others. After settling Grandma He in, he checked the surveillance footage and saw these people leading a group of people carrying sacks towards him.
It took a while to find their location after checking the surveillance footage.
"You're not human!! Aaaaaah!!"
At this moment, Cheng Wangxun was pouring honey onto the two of them, one hand pouring honey and the other hand pouring ants.
He Zhizhou: "..."
"What are you doing?!"
He strode over, grabbed Cheng Wangxun's hand, snatched the honey from his hand, and said coldly.