[Cruise Ship Carnival] Putting It into Practice

The man cried out in alarm, looking at the severed hand dangling in midair, his face full of anguish. "Sister Cheng!" he screamed.

Sister Cheng let out a series of screams and fell to her knees, her features contorting as tears welled up and spilled from her eyes. The physical agony was too much. She simply could not bear it; never in all her years had she suffered such intense pain.

The man struggled to his feet, his gaze filled with fury as he looked at Si Yehan, having completely forgotten that he was no match for him even in a single exchange. He tried to slam into Si Yehan's lower body, but a kick caught him in the chest. He staggered backward and crashed heavily into Sister Cheng.

Sister Cheng's hand came clean off, blood gushing from the wound. Her screams grew even more intense, and her hair fell loose, veiling the side of her face. Poisonous killing intent rose in her eyes as she looked at Si Yehan, her heart now full of resentment. Choking on sobs, she cried, "Why did you have to be so cruel to me? We've never done you any harm. Why..."

Her words came out haltingly, her voice full of anguish, hatred and bewilderment.

The man struggled to roll off her. The searing pain in his chest made even his heart feel constricted. Fear filled his eyes as he looked at Si Yehan!

Si Yehan toyed with the dagger as he walked slowly over to Sister Cheng. He used the blade to lift her eyelid, leaving a cut and letting blood seep from it. He paid no heed to her intense pain or her writhing body. "That look in your eyes really makes me want to laugh."

The man beside them could only scream his heart out from the floor, his face full of bitterness and resentment, as well as guilt toward the woman he loved. His face was ashen, as though his mind were being subjected to death by a thousand cuts.

He actually began kowtowing, begging Si Yehan like a dog at the roadside desperate for food. Breaking down in tears, he cried, "Please, let go and stop hurting her. I'll be your dog, I'll be your dog. Stab me instead. Don't hurt her anymore..."

Si Yehan looked at the man, who resembled a dog with its backbone pulled out. He idly turned the dagger in his hand and held it three inches from Sister Cheng's eye socket; the slightest slip could send it plunging straight in. He said to the man, "To think you'd stoop so low for love. Gouge out your own eyes now, and I won't gouge out this woman's."

Seeing signs that Si Yehan might stop hurting Sister Cheng, the man was overjoyed. He endured the terrible pain in his body and kowtowed frantically. Staggering, he raised his hand. Though he was terrified, he finally plunged it into his eye and dug at the eyeball with his fingers, covering them in blood.

The man let out a piercing scream. Watching this, Sister Cheng also cried out, "Aci, don't do this, don't do this... He's a devil, a beast. He might not keep his promise. Don't do this. I'm not worth it."

The resentment in Sister Cheng's eyes vanished, replaced by love and gratitude for Aci. She cried even harder and even tried to throw herself onto the blade.

The man had already gouged out one eye, but when he saw what Sister Cheng was doing with the other, he fought back the pain and tears and shouted, "Don't do that! If you do, I won't acknowledge you even in death!"

Only then did the woman resist the urge to throw herself onto the blade. Just then, the man gouged out both eyes. Now blind, with agony written across his face, he forced a smile and said, "Please keep your word. Don't hurt Sister Cheng anymore."

Si Yehan moved his fingers and drove the dagger into Sister Cheng's eye. He then gently turned the handle, piercing straight through to her other eye from within the socket. The sound of bone breaking rang out.

Sister Cheng let out a piercing scream, her body convulsing. The smell of blood and incontinence filled the air. Her consciousness gradually began to fade, but she desperately tried to reach out and take Aci's hand.

Unfortunately, she could not reach him, and there was nothing left where her hand had been.

Hearing the scream, the now-blind man immediately panicked. He roared frantically and groped about wildly in his sightless world. "You promised me! Don't hurt her anymore... You beast, may you die a horrible death! May your whole family drop dead!"

Si Yehan chuckled softly. "Why would you expect me to keep my promise? Besides, I didn't gouge out this woman's eyes; I only sent her to her death. And as for my family, everyone except me is already dead, and their deaths were all closely connected to me."

Faced with Si Yehan's attitude, the man fell into utter despair. He could no longer hear Sister Cheng's voice, nor could he see her horribly disfigured corpse. Like someone who had been abandoned, he wept his heart out, even seeming to forget his physical pain for a moment.

Not until the icy blade sliced through his muscle and blood spurted out did the pain return. His screams echoed through the corridor.

He screamed in agony and swung his head around, trying to bite Si Yehan, but instead bit Sister Cheng's corpse, which had been kicked in front of him.

Thinking he had bitten Si Yehan, the man tore at it frantically. Pain and grief had shredded his reason, leaving him unable to think about why the leg was so uneven, or why there was a rotten, bloody smell.

Sister Cheng's face was quickly mangled beyond recognition by his gnawing. He spat out the flesh and blood with a look of utter disgust, a vengeful smile of satisfaction spreading across his face. "You beast, I finally bit a chunk of your flesh off!"

Si Yehan could not help laughing. Today's hunt had been highly entertaining. He promptly interrupted the fantasy playing out in the man's head. "What you bit was actually your girlfriend's face. How did it taste? Why are you so disgusted?"

The man shook his head frantically, his face full of disbelief as bloody tears streamed down. "You're lying to me... You beast, you're still lying to me..."

Blood continued to flow from his body, and the man actually died of rage on the spot. The expression on his face froze, his eye sockets black and empty, his eyeballs crushed in his hands.

Si Yehan looked at the two corpses before him, a broad smile on his face that was no less pronounced than when he had massacred a city before.

Just then, a series of measured footsteps approached. Si Yehan looked up toward the bend not far away. The sound was very familiar: it was the same group that had been clearing away the corpses earlier. What annoyingly ubiquitous flies they were.

With that thought, Si Yehan stepped into the darkness and vanished from sight.

That little game of killing had been truly delightful, and it was time to sleep for the night. In his eyes, these dungeon natives were no different from people in the outside world. Given the same reactions, they brought him the same pleasure.

Developing new methods from time to time really could relieve stress and add more enjoyment.

The idea arose in Si Yehan's mind to turn every kind of fictional torture and killing method into reality. Once he unlocked supernatural powers in the outside world, he could put them into practice more effectively.