"Ah...! Ah...!"
"Kill me, kill me! Ah...! Ah...! Let me die! Let me die!"
"National Teacher! National Teacher, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything! Spare me, please spare me! Ah... ah...!"
"Stop! Don't... don't... ah...! Mercy, have mercy! National Teacher!"
The shrill screams, like those of an evil ghost, sent goosebumps continuously rising all over the bodies of everyone nearby who heard them!
The trafficker who had been so stubborn just moments ago was now weeping and begging bitterly. Yellow, foul-smelling unknown liquid also kept dripping from his crotch!
Qing Mo remained expressionless and unmoved as he watched the trafficker desperately plead before him!
It turned out that when Qing Mo saw this trafficker daring to be so defiant in front of him, he had thought of a punishment that seemed gentle, yet was in fact even crueler than death by a thousand cuts!
Qing Mo had someone firmly bind the trafficker to a tree with hemp rope. Then, after lightly tapping several points in the air toward his body!
He had several fans brought over and ordered people to keep fanning him from both sides!
At first, the trafficker had thought this immortal National Teacher would inflict some unimaginable punishment upon him, leaving him deeply uneasy and terrified!
He had never expected that this famed immortal National Teacher would merely have him tied to a tree and then have people fan him!
What kind of punishment was that?
But what the trafficker never could have imagined was that the gentle breeze which, in his understanding, could only make people feel cool, the instant it touched his body!
It was like countless incomparably sharp razors, slicing through the flesh on his body inch by inch!
Those few taps Qing Mo had made through the air had amplified this trafficker's pain