"Save me! Please, save me!!!" The man's face was buried in the ground, he was crying and sobbing, "Help me! I beg you!!!"
Bai Youwei looked at him, "How can we help you?"
After a two-second pause, she asked again in a quiet, expressionless voice, "Do you want us to cut open your face?"
The man looked at her crying.
"Won't that hurt too?" Bai Youwei continued calmly, attempting to reason with him, "Also, if the wound gets worse, wouldn't that be even more painful? Anyway, you've already lost your legs, there's no use keeping your face. You were...already dead..."
The man finally broke down!
His outburst came as a reaction to her words or perhaps out of fear, crying bitterly, yelling and cursing: "You all will meet a bad end! Sooner or later, you will end up just like me! Just like me!!!"
Shen Mo frowned and grabbed his wheelchair handles to take a turn, pushing Bai Youwei out.
Bai Youwei widened her eyes: "I was not finished talking to him!"
