You know, Ye Fan just said that he would increase his pain ten times, but what was the result? He didn't feel anything except that he felt bitten by an ant.
Could it be that these two guys were deliberately trying to scare me?
Well, that must be the case!
Thinking of this, Wang Guodong felt relieved.
He said provocatively to Ye Fan with an arrogant look on his face: "Is the one named Ye? Didn't you say that I'm in pain? Why didn't I have any trouble? You are burning newspapers at the grave and fooling me?"
"hehe--"
At this time, Ye Fan did not respond to his words, but took out a cigarette from his pocket calmly and lit it slowly.
Ye Fan sniffed the clouds and squinted his eyes and glanced at Wang Guodong. A strange and playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, slowly spitting out the smoke rings, and asked lightly: "What are you anxious about? I'm afraid that you won't even have time to cry by then.
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"Cry? Man! She cries but not bleeding! If I cry, I will take your surname!" Wang Guodong cursed, his face becoming a little ferocious.
"Okay! Remember what you said, don't cry at that time!"
Ye Fan still had a smile on his face and was smoking leisurely, as if everything was under control.
This made Wang Guodong even more annoyed. He glared at Ye Fan, gritted his teeth, his eyes fiercely, and he roared resentfully like a wild dog:
"Damn it! You don't pretend to be a fool! If you have sex, kill me. I will still be a hero in 18 years!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Guodong suddenly felt like he was under an electric shock. A severe pain hit his whole body, making him scream.
"Ah...ah...help...help!ah!ah!"
He wailed heart-wrenchingly.
At this moment, the blue veins on his forehead surged, and blue veins burst out on his arms and neck. He curled up in a ball, hugged his head, rolling constantly, and a shrill wail resounded throughout the scene.
Wang Guodong felt as if he had fallen into hell at this moment, and his whole body was shrouded in a strong and severe pain. The pain was like lingchi, which made him feel in pain and wanted to die immediately.
He even doubted whether what Ye Fan did just now could really increase the pain ten times. According to the pain now, it would have to increase the pain hundreds of times.
This level of pain definitely exceeds the limits of human beings.
"Doctor Ye, is this ten times the pain?"
The ghost hand beside him couldn't help but take a breath when he saw Wang Guodong in such pain.
Ye Fan shook his head, then said lightly: "Not ten times, but thousands of times!"
"What? Thousands of times?"
At this moment, the ghost hand couldn't help but exclaim in a daze. He widened his eyes and looked at Ye Fan, with an incredible expression on his face.
Although he has lived for decades, he has never seen such an incredible and bizarre needle technique.
This kind of acupuncture technique is truly unheard of.
"Not bad, thousands of times!"
Ye Fan nodded slightly and said lightly while smoking a cigarette.
The ghost hand took a breath of cold air again, his cheeks filled with horror.
At this time, when Wang Guodong heard this, he was so angry that he almost wanted to curse people.
Just now, he felt that Ye Fan's hundreds of times pain was already too much, but what he never expected was that Ye Fan actually increased the pain to a thousand times, which was obviously torture him to death.