Luo Fengming's face was skewed sideways due to the whipping, he spat out a mouthful of blood and closed his eyes.
On his young, tender face, an intense bloodstain was left.
Even with his eyes closed, Xie Jinfei could still feel the hatred and despair in his heart.
Xiang Bingzhi whipped Luo Fengming a few more times, apparently found it uninteresting, dropped the whip, and picked up a string of bells from the rack nearby.
The tail of the bells were long silver needles.
Xiang Bingzhi held the bells, pinched Luo Fengming's flesh, and brought down the needles.
The long silver needles slowly pierced through Luo Fengming's flesh. Blood slid down the silver bells and dripped onto the ground.
Finally, Luo Fengming couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a loud scream.
Xiang Bingzhi laughed out loud, flicking the bells hanging from Luo Fengming's chest.
