He placed his soul into a tree by the door and made his flesh into nutrients for him to absorb. He tortured and killed him every day so that he could taste the pain of being tortured.
Song Yiyan's patience was running out. "Don't think that I'll let you off just because you tell me how pitiful you are. Tell me what's with the ghost fetus?"
This old man wanted to make up these stories to gain her sympathy and let him off, but he had killed so many people. Even if he was taking revenge and killing bad people, he still killed people.
Even if those people wanted to be punished, they would have to go to hell and be judged by the judge. When did it become up to malicious ghosts like them to decide?
"Like me, he was born with a disability and was abandoned by his parents." The monster looked at Song Yiyan. "He came to me and asked me to give him a way to rebuild his body."
"So you helped him harm people?" Song Yiyan sneered, her eyes murderous.
