Mo Qianlin soon experienced the sensation of thousands of ants tearing at his flesh. He disregarded the six knives nailed into his body and writhed against the wall, causing the blood that had stopped to flow from his wounds once again. Mo Qianlin had no choice but to endure this, his complexion betraying unbearable pain. He wanted to scream out loud but could not make a sound.
In the end, because of the unbearable itchiness, Mo Qianlin pulled all six knives out from the wall. His arms and legs were disabled; he could only lie on the ground, rolling and struggling.
At this moment, Mo Qianlin wished for a swift death rather than such torture. Mo Yunchen and Qin Qin were simply demons, a husband and wife who were complicit in crime.
Mo Qianlin, enduring the unbearable itchiness, raised his head and shot a fierce gaze at Mo Yunchen and Qin Qin. His mouth, filled with blood, muttered something as if cursing, his eyes brimming with hatred.
