"I stripped his clothes."

"Then I dug a big hole in the ground, buried him in, shaved his hair with a razor, and gently made a hole in his scalp."

Ping Zhongdu finally spoke:

"What's there? I'm not scared."

Su Mu smiled lightly:

"Then I applied a little honey to that hole and put 10,000 African gold-eating ants. The ants as big as the chopstick head were gnawing, and they could get a complete skeleton and a perfect human skin in less than a day."

Ping Zhongdu suddenly became cold all over his body.

He only felt that there seemed to be an extra hole in his forehead bleeding.

What kind of horrible means is this?

mean!

Vague!

Shameless!

It is simply a disgrace to the spirit of Bushido.

Su Mu laughed:

"I have another way. When I was in Europe, I used it several times to deal with white-skinned pigs."

"I took off all the people, scraped off all the hairs on my body, then used warm water to soak the eggs, then wrapped them with rubber bands, and then gently tapped them with the head of the chopsticks. By the way, do you have chopsticks here? Embroidery needles are OK."

Ping Zhongdu finally collapsed, and he shouted in horror:

"I said! I said everything, damn it, let me go, I don't want to die! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

A trace of sarcasm flashed in Su Mu's eyes.

This guy doesn't look afraid of death.

In fact, this kind of person is the one who is most afraid of death.

The Ping family was born, and his identity was destined to be unattainable in Japan.

All the people in Japan were dead, and they were reluctant to die.
Chapter completed!