"No, no, no! Master! Master! I, Lu Daolian, did not deceive Master! It's true, I really took Sister Qingyue to fetch the sword! Yes! It was Li Qingyue! It was Li Qingyue from Mo Zhu Mountain who meddled in this! Master, you must believe me!" Lu Daolian said frantically, waving his hands in despair.
The man laughed heartily, "What you're saying, I don't believe. I only believe what I see for myself."
Before Lu Daolian could even grasp what he meant, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in both arms. Looking down, he saw that his arms were gone from the elbows down and immediately screamed in horror, falling to the ground, writhing in a pool of blood. From his limited view, he saw the man stuff his severed arms into his mouth.
Crunch, crunch,
Crunch, crunch,
Chewing them to bits and swallowing them down with the blood and bone.
