A sea of blood filled my sight, crimson waves churning.
This was the interior of Fang Qing's sea of blood.
More than forty figures were tightly bound to beds formed from solidified blood, each person's eyes filled with terror.
Everyone involved in the incident back then, along with their families, were here.
Aside from Luo Sen, the others were all ordinary people, so capturing them hadn't required much effort. Once the Ghost Domain opened, they were pulled directly into the sea of blood.
Faced with the crowd's pleas and curses, Fang Qing remained indifferent. She casually selected one person, condensed a scalpel from the blood, and cut through the man's skin.
As a journalist, Fang Qing didn't know how to torture someone, but she could learn, she could practice. With so many subjects here, she could use each one multiple times. She believed that with enough practice, she would surely become a qualified torturer.
Instantly, agonizing screams echoed throughout the sea of blood.
