Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

Before Wang Dazhuang could say anything, Mrs. Zhang started to curse: "You monster, you will not die well, I will kill you..."

Mrs. Zhang's words were too harsh to hear, so Xie Lang simply turned a deaf ear to them and looked at Wang Dazhuang who was still cowering. He said, "My patience is limited. You should make a choice quickly, whether you want to die or your mother should die. If you don't choose, I will help you choose."

"No... You can't force my son like this, you can't..." Mrs. Zhang continued angrily: "Come at me if you dare. My son will be a high official in the future. You monster will die a horrible death..."

"Shut up." Xie Lang no longer hesitated. A white blade flashed and one of Mrs. Zhang's arms was cut off by Xie Lang. Blood splattered everywhere and Mrs. Zhang also screamed.

The yamen runners who imprisoned Mrs. Zhang were also shocked.

"You have three seconds." Xie Lang, who had cut off one of Zhang Po's arms, looked calm. He looked at Wang Dazhuang who was still hesitating and said with a chuckle.

Except for Wang Dazhuang, everyone else didn't dare to breathe and looked at everything in front of them in panic.

"3, 2..."

Just as Xie Lang was about to spit out the '1', Wang Dazhuang immediately picked up the long sword on the ground and cried, "I choose to kill my mother, can you let me go?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

They could not imagine that Wang Dazhuang would actually kill his own mother in order to survive.

Xie Lang had expected this, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "If that's the case, then let's do it."

Mrs. Zhang was still in pain from a broken arm, but Wang Dazhuang had already picked up the sword from the ground and walked tremblingly to Mrs. Zhang.

"Mother, you said I was your golden son that you had found with great difficulty. Even if I wanted the moon in the sky, you would pick it for me. I wanted to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and you sold my eldest sister to buy it for me without saying a word. I wanted to eat meat, and you sold my second sister to a brothel despite her crying. My second sister had a good figure, and she was sold for a full twenty taels!

I spent all the money in my family on drinking and prostitution. You didn't blame me, and sold my third and fourth sisters to an old man in the next village as concubines. The old man was very generous with the money and gave 50 taels of silver. A month later, the third and fourth sisters were announced to have died of illness, but in fact you knew that they were tortured to death by the old man.

But you smiled happily, and the next day you went to the old man to ask for justice, and got a hundred taels of silver as compensation. In this way, you sold all my seven sisters. You said it was what they should do.

Since my sisters are willing to die for me, please help your son this time. You love me so much, you will not blame me, right? "

Wang Dazhuang cried and told Mrs. Zhang his true feelings. If you ignore the content of his words, he really looks like a filial son.

"Mom, I promise you that I will study hard from now on, pass the imperial examination, and build a big tomb for you to commemorate your spirit in heaven." Wang Dazhuang said while making a big circle, his tone was very sincere and honest.

"Son, I don't blame you. I really don't blame you."

Mrs. Zhang shook her head and said in pain, "As long as you are fine, what does my life mean to me?"

Then the sword pierced into Mrs. Zhang's stomach, and soon Mrs. Zhang showed a painful expression.

Everyone around was shocked.

What a wonderful picture of a loving mother and a filial son!

"Monster, my son killed me, you are not allowed to kill my son, or I will turn into a ghost and spare you."

Perhaps because she loved her son so much, even though Mrs. Zhang was about to die at her son's hands, she had no complaints at all. Instead, she roared at Xie Lang.

Is this maternal love?

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise." Xie Lang watched the scene calmly, revealing a cruel and weird smile.

Next, since Wang Dazhuang had never used a sword and the stabbing point was not the fatal heart, he stabbed his mother a dozen more times in order to let her rest in peace.

It was not until his face was covered with blood that Mrs. Zhang died completely.

After Mrs. Zhang died, Wang Dazhuang burst into laughter.

"I killed my mother, you should keep your promise and let me go."

Wang Dazhuang wanted to escape from this hellish place as he spoke, but the moment he was about to leave, he was pulled back by Xie Lang's magic.

"You are a liar!! You are not trustworthy! Didn't you say that you would not kill me as long as I kill my mother?" Wang Dazhuang roared at Xie Lang. He had clearly done what Xie Lang said, so why didn't Xie Lang let him go.

"I only said I wouldn't kill you, but that's all."

Xie Lang's expression was extremely cold, and he said word by word: "I will tell you that sometimes, death is also a kind of relief."

This Wang Dazhuang is such a beast!

His seven sisters can kill Mrs. Zhang, and those who are killed by Mrs. Zhang can also kill her.

But only Wang Dazhuang can't do it.

So he used magic, and Wang Dazhuang seemed to be lifted into the air by a pair of invisible hands. Invisible sharp blades burst out from Xie Lang's hands, constantly cutting Wang Dazhuang's flesh.

Then his flesh and blood fell to the ground piece by piece, as if he was being tortured to death.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

The shrill screams echoed throughout the courtroom, making those who heard it feel slightly uncomfortable.

But no one begged for mercy for him. Firstly, begging for mercy was useless, and secondly, this was what he deserved.

"I said I would not kill you, but I never said I would make you live a life worse than death. I have cast a spell on you. From now on, you will be tortured to death every three hours. This punishment will accompany you for the rest of your life, and you will neither be able to live nor die."

"And you can't die by suicide. You will only continue to sink and float in the endless sea of ​​suffering, waking up in pain and fainting in pain, until the moment when life disappears."

After hearing what Xie Lang said, the people at the scene shuddered even though they had not experienced this kind of pain.

This is really a life worse than death.

There are twelve hours in a day, and if one torture occurs every three hours, that means he would be tortured four times every day, without even having time to sleep.

Just thinking about it makes me feel desperate. I might as well die.

“No!!!” Wang Dazhuang screamed in despair, but his skin and flesh continued to separate, and soon he became a bloody man. Despite the pain, he was still conscious, “Kill me, kill me…”

His screams gradually became hoarse, and his plea for life turned into plea for death.

Xie Lang simply said: "This is the price you pay for surviving."