Xi Zijin's dagger traced a circle on the man's chest, slowly and meticulously slicing open his flesh.
"First, I'll carve a hole in your chest. From there, I'll be able to see your beating heart..." Xi Zijin said nonchalantly, her dagger never ceasing its movement.
"AAGH... Stop! Stop! I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you anything you want to know!" he screamed incessantly. This was no longer just physical pain. Xi Zijin's actions were more than his mind could bear; he had completely broken down.
Hearing the man's pleas for mercy, Xi Zijin stopped what she was doing and slowly stood up, but the dagger remained embedded in his chest.
Looking at Lin Yun, Xi Zijin revealed a faint smile. "He's ready. You can ask him now."
At Xi Zijin's words, Lin Yun glanced at the Monk and Daoist. A chill ran down their spines. This quiet, beautiful woman was terrifyingly ruthless.
