Mo Jialin's face turned deathly pale as well. His legs had not yet been sawed off, but all the color had already drained from him.
He knew all too well how terrifying those seven punishments were, and how cruel.
Because most of those punishments had, in fact, been arranged by his own hands.
Mo Jialin had also personally chosen the site of Meng Jiping's punishment. As another "manifestation" of the Judgment Ghost, he possessed considerable autonomy.
He Qing, Zhai Ziyu, Meng Jiping, and even Wang Xian and Ming Qi after them—the timing, location, and sequence of their punishments had all been designed by him.
The purpose was to sabotage Li Guanqi's rescue efforts as thoroughly as possible.
And now, those spine-chilling punishments would accompany his escape, reenacted on his own body one by one.
Merely letting a few fragments flash through his mind was enough to twist his face horribly with anguish.
Fortunately, Tong Guan's bloody message arrived at just the right moment, in the interval between his recognition of reality and his inability to accept the outcome. He still had the courage and strength to escape.
Almost without thinking, Mo Jialin immediately summoned the desperate courage of a dying man and rushed toward the second room before the stabbing pain in his legs could join into a continuous line.
He was the perfect pawn, because he never thought—or willingly chose not to.
That was why the Mysterious Person had selected him in the first place. Only now, the person controlling him from afar was Tong Guan.
Bang!
The door shook violently, and a figure stumbled into an atmosphere thick with blood, sour stench, and an indescribable foul odor.
The most terrifying death awaited in the second room. It was like drinking poison to quench one's thirst, yet never finding