Apocalyptic Disasters: Carrying a bun and hoarding supplies - Chapter 720

Capítulo 720: Inhumane Torture

“AHHHH!!!”

The people around the men felt their scalps turn numb when they looked at the twisted and mangled bodies in front of them.

“What’s wrong? I thought that you could take my worst.” The little woman raised her finger in the air, and the entire arm of the leader tore open, making the man scream in pain.

“AHHHH!!! Kill me! Just kill me.”

The man screamed in agony as veins popped all over his face. Blood dripped from his eyes, where, in place of pupils, teeth had been stuffed.

Even though the man couldn’t see the woman any longer, he knew that she must be smiling with her eyes turning white. With her veins glowing and hands splitting open, and bones forming the scalpels. It was as if the woman could see through their flesh and skin. Like a 3D model appearing in front of her. That woman didn’t even need to touch their skin, and she could cut through their flesh and stitch their limbs in places where they shouldn’t even exist.

This woman had deliberately kept him alive for the disrespect that he had shown to her and let him watch the deaths of his partners one after another. Even when they begged her to kill them, even when they hoped that she would show some mercy to them, she didn’t. She was like a maniac who would laugh harder than ever if they were to scream in pain. At first, they did try to hold back on their screams, but the pain was too much as their limbs were torn off their bodies, with their bones being pulled apart and their nerve endings being sewn together in a manner where they exploded.

It was the kind of pain that made them cry for their ancestors, and yet there was no relief. No mercy and certainly no kindness involved. It was like they were facing a monster with no human emotion within her heart and soul. She killed like a machine.

The leader begged for mercy, knowing that his end was near, and yet the little woman didn’t give him the reprieve that he was begging for. Realising that begging the little woman was not going to work, the man turned to look at Master Song. “Forgive me. Master Song, please forgive me. Just give me another chance—no, just let me die. I swear that I will never…never even think about snatching anything away from you ever again. Please…please just let me die. JUST LET ME DIE!!”

“I WANT TO DIE. GIVE ME MERCY.”

The man shouted at the top of his lungs, but was it enough for Master Song? No, it was nowhere near enough for him. Master Song asked the woman to continue until the bones of the man were twisted at inhumane angles. With his white bones peeking out of the torn flesh and blood dripping down his mangled skin, the man was breathing more out than in. His fingers were twisted at odd angles, and with his breathing turning shallower, it was clear that he was about to die any second now.

This time around, Master Song’s actions were based on his own grudgeful feelings; thus, he was not the slightest bit merciful toward these men. He was like a hound dog who wanted nothing less than the souls of his enemies. With his own personal feelings mixed in, Master Song tormented the man to his heart’s content. Seeing the man bleeding was like he was watching the thief who had stolen his crystal nuclei bleed dry. So he carried out the torment for as long as possible. He was determined to vent his anger on the man as long as possible.

Thus, Master Song continued the torment until he was done relieving his own anger. It was only when Master Song felt his heart calm down that he let the little woman kill the leader of the team.

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When Bai Meiyue heard the information from the weasel, she was quite surprised. She never expected that the man would be so cruel as to kill an entire group of men just because they tried to ‘steal’ from him. She wondered what that man would do if he were to find out about the group of weasels who were stealing from him. She turned and looked at the leader of the weasels and said to him, “You should be careful these days and try to avoid going to the warehouse of that man for a while. Who knows what he might do if he were to catch you?”

The weasel squeaked at once, and Bai Meiyue turned to look at Ci Yi, who rolled her eyes and translated what the weasel had said to her, “It’s nothing; this little brat is saying that he is too nimble. There is no way that old man would be able to catch him.”

Bai Meiyue: “…”

She turned to look at the confident weasel who was now patting his chest. She praised him with a little clap. “Well, it’s good that you are confident. But you should still pay attention to your safety. After all, it’s good to have confidence, but it’s not good to have overconfidence. You cannot spoil a good thing by taking things too far, you see?”

The weasel chattered for a long time, and Bai Meiyue waited for him to finish before turning to look at Ci Yi, who simply swished her tail to the left and stated in a low voice, “It’s nothing. He says that it’s not his overconfidence speaking; it’s his skills that are speaking. He is confident that he can continue stealing from that old man without being caught.”

When Bai Meiyue heard his response, she knew that he was so confident that she didn’t say anything. She simply patted the little thing on the head and said to him, “Alright, since you are so willing, then I will not ask you to stop. But make sure that you are careful and nothing happens to you, alright?”

“Miss Bai—”