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Chapter 863 Torment
Shen Xiuran said with a blank expression: "14 years ago, the person who saved me was Song Anhao, but she just pretended to be her favor! Now——do you understand?"

The guess was confirmed.

Xue Wanqing's originally bloodless little face was even uglier.

She froze instantly like a deflated balloon, shaking her head gently with disbelief on her face.

"Impossible, how is it possible, why is she? How could it be her? Why is it Song Anhao? It can't be Song Anhao, it can't..."

Shen Xiuran stared at her coldly: "I could have let you live, but if you don't know how to cherish it, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As he said, he waved his hand lightly.

A burly man came out of the darkness, holding a foot-long fruit knife in his hand.

Seeing the fruit knife, Xue Wanqing's body began to shake.

Like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

The days and nights of torment had already given her a deep sense of fear of knives.

Every time she saw the fruit knife, it reminded her of the feeling of the knife being inserted into her body.

The pain can no longer be described in words.

I really would rather die than suffer such pain.

"No, don't...I don't want...Please, either let me go, or give me a good time, don't torture me like this again..."

Xue Wanqing wanted to escape, to retreat.

However, she doesn't even have the strength to speak now, so she can't move.

For the past four days, she hasn't had a drop of water, let alone a meal.

One life is hanging on by nourishing water.

Unfortunately, no matter how much she begged for mercy, the man with the knife turned a deaf ear to her, approached her, and raised the fruit knife in his hand...

A silver light flashed.

In the next second, the fruit knife was inserted into Xue Wanqing's stomach.

It was the same wound as before.

He was stabbed again.

"Uh……"

Xue Wanqing snorted, the pain was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to shout, he closed his eyes and passed out.

Shen Xiuran showed no pity in his eyes, and said coldly, "Wash her awake with salt water."

The subordinate took the order, brought a bucket of salt water, and poured it on Xue Wanqing's body.

"what……"

Heart-piercing screams pierced the sky.

The salt water penetrated through the clothes and flowed into Xue Wanqing's wound.

She curled up on the ground and shivered in pain.

Tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

She hates it so much.

Hate myself for not being able to kill Song Anhao.

If Song Anhao is killed, she doesn't care even if she is tortured to death by Shen Xiuran.

However, Song Anhao did not die.

And she ended up in this field.

She is not reconciled.

She was so unwilling that she couldn't take Song Anhao to be buried with her.

Seeing the deep hatred in her eyes, Shen Xiuran narrowed his eyes dangerously, and a low air pressure filled his whole body.

"Until now, you still haven't repented."

Then, he gave the order again: "Continue..."

The man with the knife raised the blood-stained fruit knife again.

Xue Wanqing looked at the fruit knife in horror.

Then, he watched helplessly as the fruit knife was inserted into his stomach again.

She didn't even have a chance to shout, and passed out again.

A strong smell of blood permeated the entire dark room.

The ground was bloody red, all covered with blood.

Seeing that the blood was about to flow to Shen Xiuran's feet, someone came over immediately and wiped the blood away.

Shen Xiuran was like a demon from hell, cold-blooded and ruthless: "Wake up, continue..."

According to Shen Xiuran's instructions, his subordinates brought another splash of salt water and poured it heavily on Xue Wanqing's body.

Xue Wanqing was awakened by the pain again.

The blood is still flowing.

The body has been soaked in ice-cold salt water for a long time, the bone marrow has been frozen, and he has lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)