Right now, the trough is stuffed with severed stalks, and the donkey is munching away, making "Aa-ah, aa-ah" noises, clearly pleased.
"Lao Yun, why didn't you keep watching Fifth Senior Brother's Lingchi execution?"
"Couldn't stomach it anymore, makes me nauseous."
Yun Ziliang hit his psychological threshold. Watching any longer wasn't thrilling—it turned his stomach and guaranteed nightmares.
"I wonder how many cuts Fifth Senior Brother has managed by now." Zhou Xuan seemed concerned about Lv Mingkun's progress.
"Seventeen hundred cuts so far."
Lv Mingkun walked down the stairs.
Zhou Xuan turned his head and asked, "Seventeen hundred cuts and he's already dead?"
"Not dead yet, I took a break. Time for a meal." Lv Mingkun wiped the filthy blood off his hands with a handkerchief.
"Let's go, to East River Restaurant, my treat." Zhou Xuan was always generous—even Zhao Wuya was invited along.
"Big Black, I'm heading out to eat first."
