"Yun Jingchu, do you still remember what you did to me half a year ago?" Yun Xiyao said coldly with a sinister smile on her lips.
"Yun Xiyao..." Yun Jingchu gritted his teeth and looked at her.
"It's me." Yun Xiyao stood up, walked down the steps slowly, walked towards Yun Jingchu step by step, then stopped in front of Yun Jingchu, stretched out her hand, held Yun Jingchu's chin, and lifted it fiercely, "Yun Jingchu
Jingchu, you didn’t expect that you would be here today, right? Everything Yun Jingshu and you did to me before, I will repay you ten times a hundred times.”
"What do you want?" Yun Jingchu glared at Yun Xiyao fiercely.
"You will know soon. Just wait until the pain makes you go crazy." Yun Xiyao smiled sinisterly, then turned to face the wall on one side and said, "Come on, let those three people out."
"Yes, madam." A man in black standing by the wall responded, and then he pulled a lamp on the wall hard. Hearing a rumbling sound, the huge stone wall began to crack.
A huge stone door began to rotate, and the scene behind the stone door gradually emerged.
It was a small stone room. There was a blazing charcoal fire in the stone room. When it was opened, heat rushed out.
There are various torture instruments on the walls and on the floor of the stone chamber. Some torture instruments are still stained with fresh blood and fresh flesh. It looks like they have just been used...
This was not what shocked Yun Jingchu the most. What shocked Yun Jingchu the most was the three people hanging on the wall in large letters, covered in blood and flesh, staring with painful and angry expressions...
Those are his three brothers.
Yun Jingchu's eyes instantly stung and burned, his heart suddenly hit his chest violently, the blood in his body began to boil, and his chest and blood vessels swelled as if they were about to explode...
She wasn't sure whether the surge of happiness, anger, heartache, or hatred...
She felt a rumbling in her head, as if there was a blank, and as if thousands of thoughts were rolling through...
"Jingchu..." The people in the room also noticed Yun Jingchu, and the three of them almost made a hoarse and weak voice in unison.
"..." Yun Jingchu opened his lips without making a sound, but his eyes were blurred by hot tears.
It's great that they are still alive.
"Yun Jingchu, do you know why I want to keep the three of them alive?" Yun Xiyao's cold and twisted voice came from his ears.
"..." Yun Jingchu seemed not to have heard anything. He blinked the tears from his eyes and looked at his three brothers greedily and carefully. He was afraid that all this was an illusion and that they would disappear in the next moment.
Great! They were still in front of her and she wasn't dreaming!
While Yun Jingchu felt happy, a sharp pain hit her heart.
They must have suffered a lot. Their bloody bodies made her heart feel as if she was being stabbed; those damn bastards, she would not let them go...
"Because I want to let them be tortured to death one by one in front of you. Not only your three brothers, but also the six people around you. I want you to taste the feeling of losing your relatives and friends.
It's like pain." Yun Xiyao's long nails scratched menacingly along Yun Jingchu's pale cheek.
"Is it better to have one or two a day? It's really distressing." Yun Xiyao tilted her head, looking very troubled, "Should I cut off their flesh piece by piece? Or let them go bit by bit?
Which one is better? Or is it better to burn off their flesh and blood inch by inch? Yun Jingchu, tell me, what should I do?"