"You should be ashamed of your behavior." Wang Aoshuang said bluntly.
Zuo An's eyes narrowed, and a dark light appeared in his eyes, "I, Zuo An, am just a woman. I never pay attention to being aboveboard in doing things, as long as I achieve my goal."
"Zuo An, your behavior is really unbelievable. You keep talking about Aian, but after his death, you still make him uneasy. You are so inhumane."
An indifferent smile overflowed from Zuo An's lips, "Yes, I am so inhumane, what can you do to me?"
Wang Aoshuang gritted her teeth in anger and asked loudly, "Zuo An, where is Ang?"
Zuo An calmly turned his gaze to the table nearby, looked at a jar, and said lightly: "Ang's ashes are here."
Wang Aoshuang's eyes narrowed and she immediately wanted to run over.
As soon as Zuo An winked, the person in the palm of his hand stopped her.
She asked anxiously: "Zuo An, why are you willing to give Ang back to me?"
Zuo An's eyes darkened and he stared at her closely, with a trace of cruelty in his eyes, "Today I want you to choose one of the two people you love most, so that you can experience all the pain in the world."
She said and asked her men to bring a glass of liquid, "This is a cup of abortion medicine. If you want to take it back, drink this cup of medicine."
"Impossible." Wang Aoshuang said angrily, "How can I knock off Ang's flesh and bones?"
"If it's impossible, then you will never be able to get Ling Ang back, and..." Zuo An paused and smiled viciously, "I want him to suffer even after death."
Wang Aoshuang looked at her steadily, somewhat confused about the meaning of her words.
Zuo An stood up from the chair, picked up the urn, and walked to the boiler, "Do you know what is in this pot?"
Wang Aoshuang looked at the pot of objects in confusion and was speechless.
There was a gloomy cold look in Zuo An's eyes, and he said word by word: "This is a pot of boiling molten steel, reaching a temperature of a thousand degrees. I want to put Ling Ang's ashes in it, so that even if he is dead,
, the soul was also devastated."
Wang Aoshuang's eyes widened heavily, and she blurted out, "Zuo An, you are such a vicious woman, you won't even spare the dead, you will not die well!"
"Haha, I didn't deserve a good death? You should know by now who didn't deserve a good death...it was Ling Ang who didn't deserve a good death."
"Zuo An, you are the most vicious witch in the world. I curse you to die in the most cruel torture method in the world. Even after death, you will have to endure a punishment that is 100 times more severe than what you used to treat others..."
"Go ahead and scold me. You can scold me while you can. Otherwise, you will be too sad to curse in a while."
Zuo An said, taking the urn and tilting it toward the boiling slurry in the pot.
Wang Aoshuang's face suddenly turned pale, and she screamed heartbreakingly: "No..."
Zuo An's smile was full of hellish darkness, and the powder was poured into the steaming pot piece by piece, and mixed with the molten liquid.
"Don't... don't do this to Ang..." Wang Aoshuang struggled wildly, feeling as if she was being poured into molten lava, and every cell in her body was burning.
She burst into tears and her whole body trembled, as if she saw Ling Ang's whole body being melted into a pot.
Why did Anglian suffer hell-like torture after his death? Why did his soul have to endure such torture?