About ten minutes later, the flesh on his chest was stripped clean, leaving only a thin, translucent layer of pleura.
Beneath the pleura lay the ribs, and under the ribs was the heart.
Because the pleura was so thin, even the pulsing beat of the heart could be clearly seen.
"Lao Wu's knife is ruthless. With the heart exposed, it becomes easier to track whether Lao Dao Bazi is still alive. If his heart beats strongly, it means he's full of life, and the cuts can be made faster. If his heart weakens, it indicates his vitality is fading, and the pace must slow accordingly."
Yun Ziliang was commenting on Lv Mingkun's knife work with the ease of a glutton reviewing a gourmet meal.
"Lao Yun, I didn't peg you as this kind of freak. Your mental fortitude is staggering."
Truth be told, Zhou Xuan was already overwhelmed. This method of execution, "lingchi," was something he truly struggled to stomach.
"You think lingchi is already twisted?" Yun Ziliang asked.
