That was why you should never offend the invigilator during an exam, the cook serving your meal, or, above all, the surgeon operating on you. Any of those could cost you your life.
So, the moment old Weiss heard Ji Juechen's words, a vicious gleam flashed in his eyes, and his old teeth ground together with an audible crunch. He stripped the clothes from Zhou Shu's upper body, trussed him up, and lashed him tightly to a wooden post on the platform.
Zhou Shu howled in terror through his gag, thrashing desperately to break free. But with a full twelve Soul-Sealing Locks sealing the meridians throughout his body, even a Titled Douluo would have been reduced to an ordinary person, let alone Zhou Shu.
With a cold chuckle, old Weiss shook out a fishing net, wrapped Zhou Shu inside it, and twisted it tight behind him with a wooden stick. Though Zhou Shu was not fat, lumps of flesh bulged through the mesh, and the constriction flushed his face red.
Weiss raised his paper-thin knife, displaying consummate skill. With two swift strokes, he sliced off Zhou Shu's eyelids, leaving him unable to close his eyes.
Zhou Shu's eyes widened in agony, but there were no longer any lids to cover them. Blood poured out, drowning everything he could see in crimson. Unable to cry out properly or see anything, he truly seemed to have fallen into Blood Pool Hell, his piercing screams filled with pain so unbearable that he longed for death.
One cut!
Two cuts!
Ten cuts!
Other apprentices adjusted the tension of the fishing net. Lingchi required more than three thousand cuts; if they tightened it too much and shaved away all the flesh at once, leaving only a skeleton, there would be nothing left to cut.
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