Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

"I'm going to do something very dangerous in a little while, could you...?"

"I can use my skills to keep you alive and protect your body without endangering myself, but I want payment."

It's so much easier talking to a smart person, Liang Zaibing felt a little relieved and continued to give her instructions, "I will bring the things back. If I am not able to maintain my senses at the time, you will carry out my original plan..."

"If you are willing to give me the cursed item, I will compensate you with points, the amount is up to you."

“If you’re unwilling, I’m still alive. As long as I’m alive, I can always make a comeback.” At this moment, Liang Zaibing revealed a kind of heroic spirit, like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

Mo Qiuping lowered her voice, "Aren't you afraid I'll take the cursed item and leave you to die in the dungeon?"

Liang Zaibing smiled confidently and firmly, "You won't."

That smug, self-righteous expression that says he knows everything about others is really annoying.

Mo Qiuping placed her chopsticks on the plate. "Deal."

Having eavesdropped for a long time, Feng Peng couldn't hold back any longer and stopped Mo Qiuping, who was getting up to leave, asking, "What are you talking about, some cursed object?"

Mo Qiuping waved his hand away and walked away without paying any attention.

Feng Peng went to stop Liang Zaibing again.

That's a cursed item! Who wouldn't want it? What if it ended up in my hands?

Liang Zaibing didn't run away. Instead, she lazily waved to the cafeteria lady, resting her chin on her hand, "Auntie, come here for a moment."

When Feng Peng saw his suicidal behavior, he was terrified. "Are you crazy?!"

Then, no longer dwelling on the cursed object, I wholeheartedly stayed far away from it.

The person who arrived was the same cafeteria lady he had met at noon. Although her expression was still terrifying, it was somewhat milder than when she was dealing with other players.

"Speak quickly, I'm waiting to be beheaded."

Liang Zaibing picked up a single grain of rice from her plate and displayed it conspicuously in front of the cafeteria worker. "Auntie, I wasted food. Can I be put in solitary confinement?"

The cafeteria lady slammed her cleaver down, and I couldn't believe it.

She had never heard of such a request before; she didn't want a quick death but rather to suffer.

At least the cafeteria lady's cleaver is quite sharp; one cut and she can reopen the wound without pain.

The cafeteria lady held the knife, unsure whether or not to strike.

Just as she figured it out, a dark shadow suddenly appeared.

Before No. 11 even had to lift a finger, Liang Zaibing simply put her hands behind her head and assumed a position, saying, "No need to trouble you, I'll walk by myself."

-----

Number 11 grabbed his right shoulder, and Liang Zaibing's vision blurred as he found himself in a dark room. The only light source was the corridor light leaking in through the loosely closed iron door.

Number 11 quickly stripped off his shirt, tied him to a rack as tall as a person, bound his hands and feet with leather straps, and turned to get the instruments of torture to be used.

A whole set of torture instruments of various shapes, stained with blood, lay on the rusted metal table, perfectly suited for skinning, cutting flesh, gouging out eyes, and cutting off noses.

Those heartless people in the live stream have already started betting on how long he can last.

"Place your bet now! Place your bet now! I'm betting on how long the streamer can last against the Qing Dynasty's number one underage killer."

"I bet 100 points, one minute, no more. I know my son very well; he'll confess everything if I hit him."

"You cold-hearted people, only I feel sorry for my brother, sob sob (I bet 200 points, two minutes).

"Damn it, who do you think you are? Like father, like son. As my son, you can at least last five minutes cooking a pot of 'boil'!"

Liang Zaibing's lips twitched, and her nervousness was greatly relieved.

Thank you so much!

When I become successful, I'll eventually find you guys who make sarcastic remarks and take you down in person.

Number 11 stepped over the tools and took down a short whip hanging on the wall. It was made of fine leather and was about the thickness of a finger.

It seems safer than knives or scissors.

The comments section was still stirring things up, saying, "I know about Singapore's caning punishment. It's very famous. One lash will tear your skin apart. An adult male can only endure a maximum of six lashes at a time."

"Oh no, I overestimated the streamer, what about my points?"

Liang Zaibing didn't have time to curse them for being heartless, because the executioner had already walked up to him with the instruments of torture.

Liang Zaibing gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, intending to tough it out, but the expected whip did not fall.

"Why are you here?"

Because of the tilt of her head, the bangs that usually covered her forehead parted to the sides, and Liang Zaibing saw those clear and bright eyes again.

It's so clear it looks like a child's glass marble.

Even though she was tied up in this disheveled state, Liang Zaibing still smiled broadly, "I told you, I'm going to rescue you."

The boy lowered his head again, and where Liang Zaibing couldn't see, his lips parted slightly, uttering a silent "liar."

Almost instantly, the whip fell without warning, striking his left rib.

After the excruciating pain came a persistent burning pain, like a leech clinging to the bone, which caused the surrounding skin to turn red and hot. The skin that had been whipped quickly swelled up with a welt.

[Attacked, HP -1]

Liang Zaibing couldn't help but frown.

That's really ruthless.

Of course, he also knew that this level of punishment was already the limit for what No. 11 was doing; otherwise, he would have been carried out horizontally like Zhao Hui in less than five minutes.

Unable to recall exactly how many lashes she had received, Liang Zaibing's breathing gradually became rapid, and she occasionally let out a few suppressed groans.

His exposed skin turned red, and hideous whip marks covered his body. The pain gradually intensified, and his upper body became numb with pain.

Liang Zaibing hissed in cold air, but still pretended nothing was wrong and made empty promises to Number 11, "Don't you want to leave here? If your mother knew you were treated like this at the academy, she would be heartbroken too, hiss—"

Why did that blow feel so heavy? Was he taking revenge for someone else?

"She wants you to change, not to blindly and rigidly obey without distinguishing right from wrong, you..."

Liang Zaibing gritted her teeth and swallowed the curse that was about to escape her lips.

This kid is really stubborn. If you talk to him nicely, he gets angry, but if you try to be forceful, he won't even acknowledge you.

It seems we need to start with the numbers from somewhere else. How strange, isn't the pointer supposed to be in the dark room?

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Before he knew it, the discussion in the live stream had veered off course and headed towards the South Pacific.

"Have I been single for too long? Why does cooking boba feel not only painless but also kind of enjoyable?"

"Dude, are you guys playing BDSM by going this light? Are you going to count off and use tally marks?"

"I am blind. Is this study material?"

"@ThrillerGameOfficial, the streamer is cheating. I, Zhao Hui, have filed a formal complaint."

"Step aside, I'll host the livestreamer yhsq first. That rebellious son keeps making some disreputable noises."

"Don't report me, I just took my pants off."

"Damn it, I'm reporting you for being a pervert."