"To be turned into a 'ren zhi,' means to have both your hands and feet chopped off," Ye Fei said, ignoring the screams of terror from the Yitian Venerate. "Then you'll be placed into an appropriate jar with alcohol and salt to preserve you."
"Soaked like this year after year, and with daily food rationing controlled, not only will you not die, but you'll also live quite comfortably!"
"You..." The Yitian Venerate, terrified out of his wits, shouted angrily, "Ye Fei, you're fucking sick..."
"The downside of 'ren zhi' is quite apparent," Ye Fei interrupted the Yitian Venerate once again. "You'll have to defecate and urinate in the jar."
"Over time, it will be a mix of alcohol, salt, feces, and urine soaking together, the smell, tsk tsk..."
"Stop fucking talking, just stop," the Yitian Venerate suddenly broke down.
Just thinking about that image was unbearable for him.
