The four elderly enforcement women produced a rusty iron chain from who knew where and locked the girl up tight. Then they picked up the large ladle Yao Shunyu had thrown away, filled it to the brim with boiling water, and poured it over the girl's head as she wailed in despair.
In an instant, the girl let out a scream that was anything but human. The boiling water melted her hair and scalp, and even burned through her skull. After a few violent struggles, her legs straightened and she went still.
She was dead. Half her head had melted into a disgusting puddle of pus that continued to stink. She couldn't have been more dead.
At the sight, Huang Jun's expression shifted from shock and fear to hope and delight. He had to admit that Yao Shunyu was incredible. He had found a way to survive!
As long as—as long as next time he did the same and poured boiling water over his own head. No, perhaps he wouldn't even need to pour it on his head. Judging by how afraid those things were of water, he'd be fine as long as he poured it over his body. Those damn monsters would be done for!
Yao Shunyu didn't look much better. After all that torment, and now the ladle of boiling water, he was barely half alive.
Seeing this, Huang Jun felt a flicker of relief. Compared with Luan Lihui and Yao Shunyu, he was undoubtedly the lucky one.
With his competitor dead, Yao Shunyu had naturally won the wager, and the dead infant in his arms had been allowed to stay.
But just as Huang Jun wondered when his own wager would begin again, the procession—which should have started moving—came to an eerie halt. The girl's body was