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The hook was accurately inserted into a carbon block. Moyou held the hook and handed it to Zhuang Wei's mouth, "Come on, ah, open your mouth."

Zhuang Wei was naturally unwilling and stubbornly turned his head.

But after all, this was not a real drama about grandma coaxing her grandson to eat. He was unwilling to open his mouth, so Moyou pressed charcoal on his face.

Soon, the smell of burnt flesh and blood wafted out.

Accompanied by his screams.

"You like hearing this sound very much, right?" Moyou half-squinted his eyes intoxicated and spoke to Zhuang Wei.

Obviously, Zhuang Wei couldn't respond to her now, but Mo You didn't mind either.

She put down the piece of charcoal that had cooled down a bit, picked another one from the basin, and pressed it on Zhuang Wei's mouth, who had just taken a breath.

"Actually, you and I should be the same kind of people." She said slowly, and the strength in her hands gradually increased.

"How interesting, I like it too."

The pain in his mouth made Zhuang Wei couldn't help but open his mouth and moan, but when he opened his mouth, the piece of carbon was inserted accurately by Mo You.

"It's just that you are born with it, and I am probably crazy."

As Moyou spoke, he fiddled with the iron hook to push the carbon block down. When the iron hook was pounded up and down, it would inevitably arouse the flesh in Zhuang Wei's mouth.

"Why are you forcing us?"

"No one wants this! We all just want to live each day normally."

"Why?" Her last words sounded like a lament.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Wei swallowed the carbon with a gulp. The burning sensation spread from his throat to his stomach, causing him to roll on the ground in pain.

Moyou swept away the sadness before and raised the corners of his mouth happily. It was really funny.

They really are the same kind of people.

So she picked up another piece of charcoal, pressed it on his face as before, and then stuffed it into his mouth when he couldn't stand it anymore.

Xiao Yuzhen couldn't bear the torture of the child she had loved since childhood, so she buried herself in Zhuang Lan and cried. Zhuang Lan also wanted to comfort his wife, but he was tied up tightly.

Seeing Zhuang Wei's belly getting bigger, Mo You knocked the pottery pot with an iron hook in disinterest, announcing the end of this "meal".

Zhuang Wei had already changed beyond recognition, his face was covered with black and red flesh that had been burnt.

The tips of her toes gently lifted his chin. Moyou looked into those dull eyes and asked him with a smile, "Do you still remember what the next step is?"

His eyes, which were soaked with tears and were glazed over, turned around. He thought of what was behind him, and he was so frightened that he wanted to speak.

It's just that my throat has been burned for a long time, and it's very difficult to even say a word "no".

"Let me come, let me come, I will bear it for him!" Zhuang Lan suddenly said loudly, his body was still trembling, but his expression was very determined.

Xiao Yuzhen still cried sadly but did not stop her.

Zhuang Wei's eyes sparkled for a moment, but soon he shook his head at Zhuang Lan.

"No." Mo You dusted himself off, stood up and went to get the gasoline he had put aside.

"You are not a fool and you shouldn't need me to repeat it a second time. I have the right to explain the rules."

Zhuang Lan's shoulders slumped. At this moment, he seemed to have fallen into the same situation as those who came to his house to ask for an explanation.

But at that time, he thought that he had been busy for half his life just to make his wife and children happy. Of course he should protect her if he could.

But now, in the face of life and death, all the wealth he had accumulated seemed to be of no use.

This old lady doesn't care for money or power. What she wants is life, and they can't give it to her.

Before being kidnapped, he had a brief conversation with the old lady. He told the old lady that as long as they could let them go, they would do their best to satisfy the old lady with whatever compensation she wanted.

I still remember that the old lady stared at him with her sharp eyes for a long time, and finally said slowly, "Then can you give my granddaughter back?"

He was speechless. He couldn't do it. How could he bring a dead person back to life?

From that moment he knew that everything the old lady did was to make them die in pain.

He took a bucket of oil and finally poured it on Zhuang Wei. His legs were disabled, so naturally he couldn't "dance" like the girl.

However, the way he rolled on the ground desperately to protect himself still pleased Mo You.

She clapped her hands and laughed, not only laughing to herself but forcing others to laugh with her.

Everyone was so scared that they didn't have time to laugh, but according to her, those who couldn't laugh would use needles to sew the corners of their mouths to their cheeks, and squeeze out one.

Except for one person, He Tao.

His expression didn't change at all. Even if Mo You really used a needle and thread to sew the corner of his mouth, although it hurt, there was no fear in his eyes.

This made Moyou very unhappy, and it took Zhuang Wei a while to calm down his anger.

Since the fire started later than previously planned, Zhuang Wei's injuries were naturally more serious than expected.

But Moyou still gave him medicine hastily and threw it back.

The fuzzy flesh and blood were glued together with the new strip of cloth that Moyou gave him.

Mo You did it on purpose. She was waiting for the flesh and blood to stick to the cloth. Then it would be so satisfying to tear it off.

When she returned to her phone, she discovered that No. 59 had gone offline at some point.

Mo You recalled the quiet and rickety old man. She probably couldn't stand it, so she might as well just live her life guarding her granddaughter.

The lottery tube kept shaking, and one note after another fell out of it, and one victim after another came forward to complain.

"She asked those people to break my legs, and I want her to break them too!"

"Let him kowtow, just like me, until his head is broken!"

"He said that my eyes were beautiful and he kept them, so can you also give me his eyes for my collection?"

"Break off his hand! I don't see how he can hit someone without his hand."

"In order to prevent me from taking the exam, he asked someone to stab me with a knife. You can stab him a few times too, as long as you don't kill him."

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The bucket became increasingly empty, with only a few scattered paper balls inside. Slowly, the remaining paper balls slowly disappeared, turning into scars that appeared on the bodies of the group of people.

Mo You pinched the last paper ball.

It's almost over.

"No. 25." Her voice was a little dry and hoarse from talking a lot.

"Here we come." It was a shy female voice, and she also didn't change her voice.

"Well, in fact, the people before have almost taken revenge, and I can't think of anything, so, so..." She was a little hesitant, as if it was difficult to say the next words.

Everyone who had become a group of bloody people breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the last one was about to end.

"So can I give it to someone else?" the girl said.

Moyou was quiet for a while and asked more, "Who do you want to give it to?"

She couldn't let others interfere at will, especially those who had no involvement with these five.