Amid Hu Hai's screams, he was hacked into scattered pieces.
Ghosts could not die, but they could still feel pain.
It was precisely because he could not die that Ying Zheng made it as gruesome as possible.
Otherwise, killing him in one blow would have let him off far too easily.
Hacking him into pieces was not enough. He also grabbed Hu Hai and tossed him into a vat of boiling oil.
"Aaaah!!! Father, Father, I was wrong! I won't dare do it again!"
Ying Zheng sneered. "Won't dare? We think you've got plenty of nerve!"
A closer look revealed that, besides Hu Hai, there was another person screaming in the huge vat.
Qin Yan did not know them. Blinking her big eyes, she asked her grandmother curiously.
"Grandma, who's that person?"
Wen Boya watched with relish. The entertainment over on the ancient planes really never got old.
"That one? He's a very bad man. He worked hand in glove with the person who just got thrown into the oil. Not only did they ruin the empire the First Emperor had worked so hard to conquer, they also killed lots of good people and caused many deaths in their world."
"Oh," Qin Yan said, then added in her soft little voice, "Then he deserves it!"
"Hahahaha... First Emperor, what good does it do to punish just these two? Not to criticize you, but that boy Fu Su needs a good lesson too. His education left him a complete fool. He didn't even verify that forged edict before acting on it. Meng Tian couldn't stop him from insisting on killing himself."
Not far away, a roguish-looking middle-aged man was pointing and commenting.
At that, the First Emperor's face filled with even more resentment, and the aura around him grew colder.
Heaven