Yang Yifan pulled the centipede scar in front of him and looked at him with pity. Although he once said that he would not pity the enemy, but what he will do next, there is nothing to pity him.

Holding the Pak knife in his hand, he grabbed Centipede Scar's left hand and placed it in front of the Pak knife. "If I ask you one last time, do you say it or not, once I start you have no chance of regretting it. ”

"Hahaha, how can I say that Wu Gong is also a good man with iron bones, how can I be that traitor and seek glory to live in the world! Come on! If I don't scream loudly, I will be your son." ”

Obviously, Wu Gong also understood what was going on, and that kind of possible pain would make him a little unbearable, so he didn't dare to pretend to say "Labor and management are your sons", such cruel words.

The sharp knife slashed through Centipede Scar's fingers before he could speak, and five severed fingers fell to the ground in response. Ten fingers connected to the heart, five fingers were broken, the pain of drilling the heart was unbearable, and the mouth was open and he was about to scream out to relieve his pain.

Yang Yifan saw his mouth wide open next to him, and quickly pulled a piece of broken sheet and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking the screams behind him, and for a while the centipede scar was about to split, his face was flushed, and the green tendons on his face were bulging one by one, like disgusting earthworms.

"Son, if you don't call me out, call me a father, as long as you call me a father, I will let you go." Yang Yifan patted the face of the centipede scar and said proudly. The sheet in his mouth was not taken out, which made the family want to ask his father to beg for his life.

Yang Yifan cut off the five fingers of his other hand again, then looked at his bare two arms, and found a roll of tape to stop the bleeding.

After all, there is a show later, and it won't be fun to let him bleed to death now. So he wrapped his blood-spraying hands layer by layer with duct tape.

Looking at his work, Yang Yifan nodded with satisfaction. As long as there is no bleeding, as for the muscle necrosis and atrophy of the muscles and veins caused by such a package, do you think Yang Yifan will care?

"I just ordered an appetizer just now, but now it's time to serve the main dish, I don't know if you're ready?" Yang Yifan glanced at the centipede scar, and reached out to take out the sheet from his mouth. Now I'm not afraid of him screaming, because he can't even scream.

"As the saying goes: ten fingers to the heart. I don't know what kind of method it is? Now that you don't have any fingers, I don't know what will happen to your heart? Brother Wu Gong, let me take a look?" Although the tone of his mouth was inquiring, his hand had already moved without waiting for his answer.

I saw him raise the Pu knife in his hand, carefully aimed the tip of the Pu knife at Centipede Scar's chest, and then slowly stabbed him in the heart.

Centipede Scar watched Yang Yifan's movements, but he couldn't make any resistance, the moment Yang Yifan stabbed him, his eyes were about to burst out of his sockets, what is ten fingers and a heart, this is called drilling the heart, the authentic drill that the knife drills into the heart is distressing!

Yang Yifan carefully slashed Wu Gong's heart, and then used the Pu knife to separate the muscles on both sides, and then he saw a bright red thing that kept jumping.

The unbearable color in Yang Yifan's eyes flashed, and the movements in his hands also hesitated. He used to feel distressed for a long time when he stepped on an ant, but now he has to do the work of this autopsy doctor, which is really a little difficult for him, and the kindness in his heart makes him unable to continue.

Forget it, let's investigate the mastermind behind the scenes slowly in the future. It's really not your own style to torture people like this, so give him a good time. Thinking of this, Yang Yifan was ready to stab Wu Gong's heart with a knife, so that he could reach Bliss early.

At this moment, the internal qi in Yang Yifan's body was running uncontrollably, frantically roaming around his body, absorbing anything that could be absorbed. Food energy, free energy, body energy... Even emotional energy!

In an instant, Yang Yifan's milky white internal qi, which was originally as hazy as mist, suddenly turned into a color as black as ink. The black internal qi became even more violent, and the speed of its movement on the body doubled.

Suddenly, the emotional energy in Yang Yifan's body was also swept away by it! These emotional energies include joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, surprise, fear, and thought.

Then, Yang Yifan's action of stabbing Wu Gong's heart with a knife also stopped. Because, the emotions that were sucked away were "mourning" and "fear".

Mourning includes grief, sorrow, pity, sorrow, and grief, and fear includes panic, fear, fear, worry, and fear.

Once these emotions are sucked away, Yang Yifan becomes a robot-like existence without the slightest emotion. If there is no fear, there will be no fear of dripping blood, and without mercy, there will be no more thoughts of giving Wu Gong a happy heart!

Yang Yifan opened the eyes that he had closed because he couldn't bear it before, and the eyes that opened this time no longer had any feelings. At this time, Yang Yifan had a thought in his mind----- asked who was behind the scenes. As for how to ask it, he doesn't care what he uses for this process and means...

I saw Yang Yifan stretch out his right hand, slammed it into Wu Gong's heart, grabbed a fluttering thing, and pulled it out!

Wu Gong looked at the thing in Yang Yifan's hand in shock, was that still beating his heart? He looked down at his heart, where there was only a bloody bloody hole left.

It really hurts... Wu Gong couldn't find the words to describe the pain of being pulled out of his heart like this. Then he watched his heart being thrown to the ground by Yang Yifan, and then stepped on it, and it only took two seconds, and the heart that was beating alive before turned into a mess of minced meat.

Wu Gong looked at the minced flesh of his heart, and stretched out his arms weakly, as if he wanted to knead them together and stuff them back into his chest, but he couldn't do it anymore. He had no strength, and death had befallen him.

Now, I'm going to be free! Wu Gong's last consciousness flashed a trace of happiness, I said! Death won't tell you the answer! Fortunately, I will also die, otherwise I really can't support this kind of pain... Finally, Wu Gong closed his eyes weakly.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like a century was in Wu Gong's consciousness. I'm dead, right? Where is Hell now? Wu Gong opened his eyes in confusion.

The devil appeared in front of him, the demon he never wanted to see again! Could it be that he was also dead? God has eyes! Haha, let this demon come down to accompany him!

Wu Gong opened his eyes and saw Yang Yifan, thinking that Yang Yifan was also dead like him. was about to laugh heartily at him, but saw Yang Yifan still looking at him coldly, and he was still holding something in his hand, which seemed to be two kidneys?

Could it be that he brought them down from the yang world and was about to sell them for love? Hey, why do these two kidneys have a sense of familiarity?

Wu Gong lowered his head suspiciously, wanting to think about it properly, but he saw a big hole in his heart, Wu Gong was shocked! His eyes looked down, and two big holes appeared in his waist at some point!

Wu Gong's heart, oh no, he has no heart anymore. It set off a storm in Wu Gong's mind, and it was obvious that his heart had been torn out and his two kidneys had been dug out, but why didn't he die? Why didn't he get free!! Why is he still in the hands of this demon!!