635. Smile When You're Happy

Cassinar was placed at the center of the ritual like a lamb waiting for slaughter.

He raised his eyes, looked at the Blood Clan traitor standing across the ritual, and asked, "What... kind of ritual is this?"

Before Piggy could answer, Yellow Book eagerly began explaining to him how, in a little while, the essence of his blood would be ripped alive from his body, and how he would then die in extreme agony.

It looked forward to it, waiting to taste the sweet emotion of fear from this Blood Clan member.

However, in Cassinar's sunken eye sockets, there was only a flicker of understanding.

Being hung at the Gate of Cries for months on end had meant not only being scorched by the sun, but also being treated like an exhibit, criticized and judged by those tribespeople whom he once would have felt dirtied his eyes just by glancing at. To a Blood Clan Marquis who prided himself on his noble birth, that humiliation was torment no less severe than being exposed to the sun.

Cassinar's body and mind were already utterly exhausted. Now he wanted only to die.

As for the pain before death, could it possibly compare to the torment of being scorched by the sun for months on end?

"Aaaaaaaah!" A shriek so miserable it had completely changed pitch burst from Cassinar's wide-open mouth.

As the ritual began, dark-red light rose from the runic array on the ground, enveloping Cassinar's entire body.

There were no visible wounds, but beneath his pale skin, countless tiny blood snakes seemed to be writhing madly, trying to break out of his body.

Immediately after, wisps of scarlet blood mist were truly drawn out, little by little, from the pores all over his body and from his seven orifices!

These strands