"Killing you would be too messy. This drug will make you live in a waking nightmare, constantly feeling the pain of being torn apart by a hundred ghouls. You won't even have the strength to commit suicide. Of course, I won't let you die. I'll make sure you live a long, long life." The youthful voice was especially pleasant.
A chill ran down Sang Zhi's spine. He leaned against Ye Qianning, gripping her hand tightly.
In the past, he would have found her ruthless. But now… he knew this was the way of survival.
He only felt heartache for this cold and cruel version of Ye Qianning.
Qin Huai heard every word, and his trembling grew more violent.
His vision turned a sea of blood-red, with terrifying ghouls flickering before him.
Under the two-fold torment of physical pain and mental anguish, the time it took for an incense stick to burn felt like years.
"I… I'll talk… I…"
Qin Huai used all his strength to raise a hand.
