You act stupid and I act crazy, let's be ancestors together

Jiang Si turned around, glanced at Zhou Xiaoyuan who was hesitating beside her, then looked at the disgusting Ma Xianglian, and immediately understood something.

So, while everyone's attention was focused on the gushing hemp lotus, Jiang Si quietly disappeared into the darkness and took out a forty-meter-long sword from space.

This is not an exaggeration, it literally means a forty-meter-long sword.

Well, that may be a bit exaggerated. It’s not forty meters, but definitely ten meters.

From where she stood, it stretched all the way to the center of the dungeon.

Seeing the suddenly extended sword emitting a cold light, Tingfeng and his companions thought that some criminals were trying to break into the prison. They all became alert and tightly grasped the swords at their waists.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, it's me, it's me."

Seeing how nervous they were, Jiang Si was afraid that if she didn't speak up, Ting Feng would chop her with a knife the next second.

Hearing the familiar voice, everyone looked in the direction of Jiang Si, only to see her struggling to hold up the big knife, veins bulging on her hands, and her face flushed red from the effort.

Seeing the big knife in Jiang Si's hand, everyone was dumbfounded. Where did she pull it out from? Did she make it out of thin air?

"Xiao Yuan, here I come, use my big knife."

Jiang Si said "I'll give it to you", but she couldn't move even a step.

Zhou Xiaoyuan had no choice but to walk over by himself. Looking at the knife handle in Jiang Si's hand, which was almost as thick as his arm, he was stunned for a moment and didn't know where to start.

"Here, here you go, you won't touch those dirty things with this."

Jiang Si looked at Zhou Xiaoyuan for a long time without moving, then she spoke with gritted teeth. After saying this, she closed her mouth and could no longer make any sound.

With such a big knife, are you planning to cut the Ma Xianglian in half?

At that moment, Tingfeng and the others had the same idea in their minds.

Because of her personality, Zhou Xiaoyuan didn't know how to refuse others, especially when the person who asked her was someone she admired.

Zhou Xiaoyuan could only reach out and take the long knife held by Jiang Si.

The moment Jiang Si let go, Zhou Xiaoyuan staggered and almost lost her grip on the long sword. The sword slipped from the air and she bent down as well. The backs of her fingers holding the handle could rub against the ground.

The difference between this and the big sword placed on the ground is probably that there is an extra pair of hands holding the handle.

From the other end of the knife, there was a loud explosion and a woman's scream.

Everyone looked back and realized that Ma Xianglian's clothes had been cut into a cardigan by a sword at some point, revealing a large red bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks.

"You stupid girl, you should have died long ago. If you want to kill me, just do it. Why humiliate me like this?"

Hearing what Ma Xianglian said, Zhou Xiaoyuan smiled, then dropped the big knife and walked towards her quickly. On the way, he picked up the red-hot iron in the brazier.

Facing her enemy, she no longer cared about the disgust. She stepped on the dirt on the ground and pressed the word "cheap" in her hand directly on Ma Xianglian's face, which did not have a single piece of good skin.

In an instant, a scent of meat broke through the dungeon filled with all kinds of stench and entered everyone's nostrils.

"Humiliation, is this considered humiliation to you?" Zhou Xiaoyuan said, increasing the strength of her hands, "Then what is the suffering my parents endured? Auntie, this is just the beginning, you have to bear it well."

The stinging pain from the iron didn't make Ma Xianglian utter a single sound, but after her clothes were cut, she reacted so strongly that Jiang Si smelled something unusual.

Zhou Xiaoyuan put down the branding iron, and a burnt word "cheap" appeared on Ma Xianglian's face. The face, which was not pretty to begin with, became even more hideous.

Ma Xianglian didn't care about the wound on her face at all. She just stared at Zhou Xiaoyuan with a vicious look.

Zhou Xiaoyuan threw the branding iron back into the brazier. The bright red on the iron made a crackling sound when it came into contact with the flames. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet cell.

"Is this all you have?" Ma Xianglian looked at Zhou Xiaoyuan provocatively, with a mocking expression on her face.

Zhou Xiaoyuan was not affected by her words and continued with her own work. She took out a cylindrical leather bag from her small bag.

The briefcase was opened, revealing a variety of exquisite knives. Zhou Xiaoyuan moved the things on one of the tables away, then pulled out two thin knives from the briefcase and turned to face Ma Xianglian.

To Jiang Si, this scene looked very much like a doctor preparing to perform surgery.

Zhou Xiaoyuan was quick and nimble. He cut Ma Xianglian's left arm with the first cut, and with the coordination of his left and right hands, he took out a small square piece in the blink of an eye.

Bright red blood gushed out from the hole where some skin and flesh had been lost, drop by drop flowing down Ma Xianglian's arm and into the cracks in the bricks on the ground.

"Don't worry, my hands are steady. I won't let you die before I cut off as much meat as I want." Zhou Xiaoyuan placed the cut piece of meat on the cleared table and continued his movements.

Five years ago, the bright red on the snowy ground was deeply imprinted in Zhou Xiaoyuan's mind. She had been dreaming of the day when she could slice the hemp lotus into pieces with her own hands to avenge her parents.

Zhou Xiaoyuan didn't say much. She just continued with her actions in silence. No matter what Ma Xianglian said, she didn't respond.

Jiang Si sat on a chair nearby, watching everything quietly without saying anything, waiting for Zhou Xiaoyuan to take revenge.

The prisoners in the cell, like Tingfeng and the others, stared at Zhou Xiaoyuan's movements intently.

They all grimaced at the sight, and although Ma Xianglian didn't cry out in pain, it was painful for them just watching her.

Just as Zhou Xiaoyuan said, her hands were very steady, and in a short while, there were several bloody holes of varying sizes on Ma Xianglian's body.

The ground was covered with blood, a bright red color, which matched the bright red bellyband on Ma Xianglian.

The loss of a large amount of blood made Ma Xianglian's face pale as paper. Her eyes rolled back and she felt drowsy.

Seeing that Ma Xianglian was about to faint, Zhou Xiaoyuan took out a small white porcelain bottle from her other medicine bag, poured out the pills inside, and stuffed them into Ma Xianglian's mouth.

Not long after taking the pill, the dying man suddenly came back to life, with clear eyes and looked much more awake.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Si was shocked and couldn't help but sigh: Chinese medicine is indeed profound.

A person who had lost too much blood and was on the verge of death could be saved by just one pill. It's really amazing.

"Wow, this is quite lively!"

Suddenly, a charming voice was heard at the entrance of the dungeon.

Following the sound, Jiang Si saw a familiar figure.

The person walked slowly from the dungeon entrance, twisting her waist. Her charming fox eyes swept around and finally landed on Ma Xianglian, who was covered in blood.

"Hiss, Senior Sister, you are so miserable. Look at that hand, the bones are almost visible. It's really scary."