The "Clever Tongue Hook" ensured that his partner would not lose her mind and bite off her tongue to kill herself.
Throughout the process, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly heated. The gamblers eagerly placed their bets, with the stakes climbing from twenty-seven hundred cuts to thirty-two hundred.
When he took out a uniquely shaped blade called "Thousand-Layer Snow," every gambler leaned forward in excitement.
The reason was simple: a single stroke sent more than a dozen pieces of milky-white fat, thin as cicada wings, falling onto the table.
Cui Jiuyang raised his hand. "This blade produces over a dozen slices at once. How do you count that?"
The attendant responsible for counting explained, "Honored guest, after discussion among our predecessors, it was decided that each use of this blade counts as ten cuts."
Cui Jiuyang was not entirely satisfied with this answer. "I think you should count the actual number of slices."
The old man explained mildly, "I've used this blade for over two hundred years, and the number of slices varies every time. Besides, it's only used on certain areas and has a limited effect on my partner. Counting it as ten cuts is the most suitable compromise."
Cui Jiuyang was not actually trying to argue. He simply could not bear to watch anymore. At first, he had merely been enjoying the spectacle, figuring that since it was demons killing demons, he might as well watch.
But the longer he watched, the more wrong it felt.
Humans were born of human mothers, and demons were born of demon mothers.
They all had mothers. Even an execution should end with a head hitting the ground. Wasn't torturing a demon like this going a little too far?
Even demons ought to have some demon rights, shouldn't they?
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