"I took off his clothes."

"Then he dug a big hole in the ground, buried him in it, shaved his hair with a razor, and made a slight incision on his scalp."

Ping Zhongdu finally spoke:

"What's this? I'm not scared."

Su Mu smiled softly:

"Then I spread a little honey on the opening, and then put 10,000 African gold-eating ants. The ants with the size of chopstick heads just gnawed and gnawed. It didn't take a day to get a complete skeleton.

And a perfect human skin.”

Ping Zhongdu suddenly felt cold all over.

He only felt that there seemed to be an extra cut on his forehead that was bleeding.

What kind of horrific method is this?

mean!

Obscene!

Shameless!

It is simply an insult to the spirit of bushido.

Su Mu laughed:

"I also have another method. When I was in Europe, I used it several times to deal with white pigs."

"It's the same as stripping people naked, shaving off all the hair on your body, then using warm water to soak your balls, then wrapping them with a rubber band, and then gently tapping them with the head of a chopstick. By the way, you guys here

Do you have chopsticks? An embroidery needle will do, too."

Ping Zhongdu finally collapsed and shouted in horror:

"I said! I said anything, damn, please spare me, I don't want to die! Wuwuwuwu, I really don't want to die."

A trace of sarcasm flashed in Su Mu's eyes.

This kind of thing doesn't seem to be afraid of death.

In fact, it is this kind of person who is most afraid of death.

Being born in the Ping family, his status in Japan was destined to be unattainable.

Everyone in Japan is dead, and they are reluctant to die.
Chapter completed!