506 [Great Vehicle Buddha: "I want to write a big, big word: tragedy."]

As the saying went, the fingers were linked to the heart. The pain of a high-speed Electric Drill bit boring into a finger was not something Bamboo Slips, iron needles, or nails could compare to. Caught off guard, the Great Vehicle Buddha was struck by a piercing agony that forced Him to leap up with a howl, His right hand clamped tightly around the index finger of His left.

He Zhao truly was a Divine Doctor. Earlier, He had been breathing as faintly as a thread, looking like someone who might kick the bucket at any moment, yet he had actually been cured by the great therapeutic method of pain until he was lively and kicking.

"Don't rush. There are still nine more!"

Of course, he himself had to endure the suffering along with Him. The problem was, he had been through too much. To him, a drill bit stabbing into a finger was not much different from a mosquito bite.

"Bzzzz."

His ruined, mangled finger, full of shredded flesh, recovered completely in the span of a breath. Immediately afterward, the high-speed Electric Drill in his right hand aimed at the other fingers and drove down.

Today, he absolutely had to entertain the Great Vehicle Buddha properly, and let Him properly feel the warmth of an enemy's hospitality.

"Awooo!" "Awooo!" "Awooo!"

One had to say, after all ten fingers had been done in turn, His whole body looked as if He had Parkinson's. Both hands kept trembling and shaking, quivering so hard that even some men who had practiced their ancestral craft to the point of perfection would feel ashamed of their inferiority.

"Comfortable?"

Faced with the question from someone who looked human but was, in truth, a demon wearing Human Skin, the Great Vehicle Buddha displayed the spirit of