The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

The blood needles were used on the third row of people in the same way, this time starting from the ankles. The moment the silver needles penetrated the flesh, their calves suddenly became limp as if their skeletons were pulled out. Their kneecaps fell to the ground with a click, and the bloody broken bones rolled twice in the mud before stopping steadily at the feet of the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King finally couldn't hold it anymore and vomited bile, but the Shura Guard behind him pulled his hair and forced him to look up: "Look carefully, this is the grace you asked for!"

Su Xiang sat on the execution platform, his fingertips carelessly rolling, and blood needles shuttled back and forth among the crowd. The boy in the fourth row had his tendons cut, and he watched his fingers droop like a puppet with its strings cut, but he couldn't even cry.

The blood needle had already blocked his vocal cords. Someone tried to escape, but was nailed to the bronze tripod by the blood needle as soon as he stood up. The blood flowed along the Shura pattern on the tripod and condensed into a tiny human face in the air, opening and closing its mouth and wailing silently.

"The second punishment is skinning and removing tendons."

Su Xiang's voice was cold and silent, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

The first to suffer was the favorite concubine of the Rakshasa King, Langdu's biological mother. She was nailed to the ground by four blood needles, her skirt was soaked in blood, and she watched helplessly as the skin of her forearms slowly rolled up from the wrists, like a peeled lychee shell, revealing the bluish-white flesh underneath.

The blood needles were extremely thin, moving along the bones, and even the fingernails were completely peeled off. Her nails were still painted with red nail polish, but now they fell to the ground mixed with blood and flesh, and were bright red and dazzling.

Gelsemium felt the devil in his arms trembling, and looked down to see that he had bitten his lower lip, with blood dripping down his chin onto the back of his hand.

"Brother?"

He called softly, but found that the other person had empty eyes, staring at the skinning scene in the center of the execution ground, and muffled whimpers came from his throat.

Gouwen quickly covered his head with his outer robe, leaving only his eyes exposed: "Look at me, don't look at those."

Guiju choked and nodded, but still couldn't help but glance in the direction of the execution ground. At this moment, someone's tendons had been cut and he was wriggling on the ground like a maggot, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

The blood needles were still moving across his back, peeling the entire piece of skin off into the shape of a butterfly, and the bloody wings were still trembling slightly.

"Brother..." Guiju tugged at Gelum's sleeve, "They...are pitiful..."

"They deserve it."

Gouwen replied indifferently, but when he saw the Rakshasa King trembling all over, he suddenly smiled, "Don't be afraid, they can't hurt us anymore."

Su Xiang moved his fingertips slightly, and the Nth wave of blood needles had already pierced into the crowd. This time it was heading for the Dantian. People with higher cultivation could still hold on for a while, but low-level demon cultivators exploded and died directly, their internal organs mixed with blood splattered on their companions, in exchange for screams one after another.

A woman holding a baby had a blood needle pierced through her forehead. The child in her arms cried loudly, his little hands were stained with his mother's blood, and he grabbed her clothes and refused to let go.

Guiju was very close to the woman, and seeing this, he grabbed the baby and hid it in his arms.

The child was only a month old, wrapped in a small jacket embroidered with gold thread, but now it was stained with his mother's blood. Clear mucus hung from the tip of his nose, and his little body twitched from crying.

Su Xiang on the execution platform saw the whole scene. The blood needle on his fingertips hovered in the air for a moment, and finally passed through the child in Guiju's arms.

The Rakshasa King in the front row had fainted, but was awakened by the Shura Guards who splashed him with ice water and forced him to watch his maternal and paternal clans being torn to pieces in the blood mist.

"The final punishment is to grind the bones and scatter the ashes."

Su Xiang finally stood up, the silver lines on his gorgeous clothes glowing coldly in the sun. He raised his hand and waved it, and red flames suddenly ignited in the four corners of the square. It was not a demonic fire, but the unique karma fire of the Shura clan, which specifically burned souls without changing their forms.

The kneeling people were dragged into the flames by iron chains. The ankles that were first touched instantly turned to ashes. As the flames spread upwards, one could clearly see their bones crackling from the burning, but they were not allowed to die immediately.

The karmic fire will first burn away the flesh, then gnaw at the bones inch by inch, and finally even the soul will be burned with thousands of holes.

In the bloody square where the punishment ended, the fire of karma gradually died down, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and rusty blood.

"Crack-!"

The ghost tribe's iron chain suddenly fell at Gulu's feet. The rusty iron ring scraped across the bleeding wound on his calf, causing him to groan in pain.

Guiju had just hidden the baby in the cradle into the gap in the broken wall when he saw his brother staggering forward due to the chains. His knees hit the rubble, causing new bleeding wounds. Dark red blood immediately seeped into the crotch of his coarse cloth trousers.

“Don’t touch him!” Guiju rushed over and hugged Gelsemium’s waist tightly, and used trembling fingertips to pry open the demon guard’s hands that were holding the chain, “My brother is in pain... Don’t pull him... Ah!”

Before he could finish his words, he was pushed away by the demon guard and the back of his head hit the broken wall hard. His ears were buzzing and golden stars flashed before his eyes.

But he didn't care. His knees were rubbed on the gravel and blistered. He still crawled towards Gelsemium, tears falling to the ground:

“Wuwuwu… Don’t take my brother away! It’s all my fault… Take me away… I’ll replace him…”

Goushi's throat tightened, knowing that he was in great danger. He forced a smile and held Goushi's face, which was covered with dust, blood and tears.

"It's okay, we're not afraid. They're just taking me there for questioning, so just hide somewhere, find something to eat if you're hungry, and find water to drink if you're thirsty. Remember not to drink the dirty water in the mud pit, or you'll get diarrhea."

Guiju shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his fingers: "I won't listen... I won't listen! You can't leave! The brother doesn't want the younger brother to leave!"

Gelsemium wiped his tears with its fingertips and said, "Be obedient. I'll bring you some sweet cakes when I come back." He hardened his heart, pried open Gelsemium's fingers, and turned around, not daring to look back, for fear of seeing the fear in his brother's eyes.

"No! Don't leave me!" Guiju cried and chased after him, "Brother, don't leave your brother!"

The demon guard kicked him impatiently, and he crashed into the rock, leaving a bloody wound on his forehead. Warm blood flowed down his cheek and into the corner of his mouth, tasted salty and bitter.

He lay on the ground, watching Gelsemium elegans being carried away by the demon guards. In the end, only his thin figure was left, disappearing in the blood-red atmosphere filled with the smell of burnt fire.

Guiju's crying was interrupted by the sobbing of a baby in the crack of the broken wall. He quickly struggled to get up, pulled the child out and held him in his arms.

“Don’t cry…” He took off his outer robe and clumsily wrapped the baby, “Brother is here, brother is here…”

The night was like a blood-soaked gauze, wrapping the ruins layer by layer. Guiju was holding the child and walking around among the broken walls. The moonlight leaked through the collapsed dome, reflecting tiny lights on the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

The baby suddenly made a gurgling sound and twisted its body in the swaddling clothes. Guiju knew that it was hungry, so he squatted down and finally found a piece of cake in the rubble.

He picked it up carefully and put it to the child's mouth foolishly: "Eat this...it's sweet..."