Seeing the thieves’ growing expression of endurance, Mo Yan watched coldly without a word, nor did she reveal what the pill was. Before long, their expressions turned extrely painful, as they writhed on the ground non-stop, itching to scratch their increasingly itchy abdons only to find their hands were all tied behind their backs, utterly unable to reach.
The ceaseless wailing of these thieves was even worse than when they were bitten by centipedes. They finally realized that the pills they had just swallowed were not dicines but deadly poisons designed to claim their lives.
They took the job for silver, but they didn’t have the courage to give up their lives. A few of them mustered the strength to roll over and kneel before Mo Yan, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for rcy, whimpering and unable to utter a complete sentence.
Many couldn’t bear it anymore, continuously rubbing their bellies against the ground beneath them, only to find it was a futile attempt to quench a thirst with poison; it just made the itching worse, and they wished they had a knife to pierce their bellies open and scratch out all the internal organs that itched so badly.
Towards those who had been abetting evil and attempting to harm her, Mo Yan felt not a shred of sympathy. She was already being rciful by not crippling them with substantial injuries.
When the ti seed about right, Mo Yan waved her hand to signal Red Python to step forward and remove the gags from the mouths of the thieves, who were now too tornted to even close their lips for such a simple task.
Mo Yan took out a packet of powder and poured so into the mouth of each thief. By the ti she finished with the last one, those in the front had gradually stopped their painful groans, regaining so sense, and looking at Mo Yan with eyes filled with fear.
Mo Yan smiled coldly, "I know exactly what you wanted to do tonight and who sent you. If you had the guts to commit misdeeds, then you should be prepared to face my revenge. What you’ve just experienced is rely an appetizer. If any of you are tough enough, we can continue."
After speaking, she weighed another vial in her hand, looking indifferently at the dozen or so thieves kneeling and begging for rcy, racked with pain.
"County Lord, I beg you, I beg you for your imnse rcy, please spare my insignificant life. I dare not do it again, I dare not..."
"County Lord, as long as you are willing to spare , I am willing to serve you before and after the saddle. Whatever you command to do, I am willing, I beg you!"
"County Lord, it is the sa for . As long as you are willing to spare this ti, even if you command to die another day, I will not hesitate, please spare !"
"..."
The thieves, tornted by the pill they took earlier, were already frightened out of their wits. Finally free from the unbearable itch, they lacked the courage and will to endure another form of extre torture.
Mo Yan, however, ignored their pleas, shaking the vial in her hand as she said, "The poison you took earlier is called ’Hundred Claws Heart Scratcher.’ The antidote I just gave you would only temporarily alleviate your pain. Without the real antidote, every day at this ti you will experience such hellish suffering again! Of course, apart from getting the real antidote, you could choose death, which would save you from the agony of the Hundred Claws Heart Scratcher."
"No, no, County Lord, I dare not, I will not dare again. I beg of you to show rcy and spare my lowly life, grant the antidote, and I shall repay your great kindness as an ox or a horse in my future service."
"County Lord, I have elderly parents and young children at ho, I cannot die, I beg you, I beg you for the dicine, ..."
"..."
These n were all still young, with good days ahead of them, and far from ready to die. Seeing that Mo Yan still had even more potent poison in her hand, they were already so frightened that they could do nothing but beg for rcy, wishing they could crawl before Mo Yan and plead for their lives if Red Python were not holding them back.
Seeing that they were sufficiently frightened, Mo Yan finally revealed her true intent: "It’s not impossible to spare you, as long as you do one thing for this County Lord to redeem your cris, I will naturally provide you with the real antidote!"
Upon hearing this, the dozen thieves exchanged glances, not daring to agree hastily; what if the County Lord commanded them to commit arson or murder, or sothing equally impossible? Wouldn’t they still be unable to escape torture?
A few who considered themselves clever were already planning to pretend to agree, and once they escaped from the Mo Family, they would seek a doctor at a dical hall to help cure the poison.
Seeing their reaction, Mo Yan knew they had yet to give up hope completely. She said coldly, "Don’t think about going to a dical hall to find a doctor to cure the poison. If the doctors out there could cure it, do you think this County Lord would use it against you?"
Upon hearing this, the thieves finally despaired. The cleverest among them quickly began knocking their heads on the ground, swearing to show their sincerity: "County Lord, you command, and even if I have to lay down my liver and brains, I will do it for you."
"Sa here, sa here..." the others, not being foolish, rushed to agree in turn.
Seeing they were completely subdued, Mo Yan nodded in satisfaction and laid out what they had to do next...
After those thieves had been thrown out one by one by Red Python from the Mo Family’s courtyard, clutching the three days’ supply of temporary antidote given by Mo Yan with tearful gratitude, Mo Yan turned to ask Xiao Ruiyuan, who had been silent the whole ti, "Do you think I’m vicious for doing this, not at all like the person you imagined?"
She had hesitated to let this man know because of this worry. Every girl hopes to be seen as kind and gentle in the eyes of soone she likes, even if such a side does not exist and is a re illusion. She was no exception.
If it were not for Fan ijiao’s excessive bullying, she wouldn’t have wanted to use such a vicious thod to destroy Fan ijiao’s second half of life. But with Fan ijiao’s narrow-mindedness capable of devising such a vicious plan against her, Mo Yan could not let it go. If she had succeeded this ti, should she still suffer from the woman’s next plot?
Yet, Mo Yan didn’t want the man she liked to know about her revenge against Fan ijiao...
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