Mo Wuming's face was as cold as frost, deathly pale.
He was afraid.
Goudan'er said coldly, "Those who kill will eventually be killed."
I knew how Goudan'er felt about Mo Zhu. To him, Mo Zhu was like a father.
Although he was a mechanical person, he was different from the others. He possessed the most basic and purest human emotions. That probably had something to do with his experiences. He had not grown up in the underground city. By the time I met him, he was already no different from an ordinary human being.
So much so that I hadn't realized at first that he was a mechanical person.
I figured that also had something to do with Mo Zhu's modifications to him.
That was why no one else could understand the feelings he had for Mo Zhu.
Mo Wuming included.
If Mo Wuming had understood, he should not have provoked Goudan'er so badly at a time like this.
Mo Wuming had killed Mo Zhu, and he had done it by Lingchi.
Then Goudan'er would kill him the same way. He had promised 3,357 cuts, and he definitely would not be short by even one.
Goudan'er was a mechanical person with an immense store of knowledge. He knew about Lingchi and knew it required 3,357 cuts. That meant he surely knew where the first cut should begin and where the last should end.
I observed a moment of silence for Mo Wuming. Earlier, he had been brimming with confidence. He had not even taken Yan Rou seriously and believed victory was already in his grasp. But he had not realized that all this accomplished was delivering the Qing Yi and red-clad people into Goudan'er's hands. It had no other practical meaning.
Mo Wuming was taken by Goudan'er to the room