At the moment of death, Song Lian still wanted to know where he lost and how he lost.
Su Ling looked down at Song Lian, who was eager to know the answer, with a detached and cold expression.
Su Ling was unmoved by Song Lian's request and never considered explaining things to him.
Looking at Song Lian and Wen Shangyin, she wished they would both die a thousand cuts.
The pain of the whip, the agony of flesh and blood, would appease the hatred in her heart.
Seeing Su Ling remain silent, Song Lian knew she looked down on him from the bottom of her heart. He wanted to laugh out loud, but the pain of his wound made him grimace, and he had to give up.
Listening to Wen Shangyin's howling cries, Song Lian looked at Su Ling and said, "In that case, you must have seen a woman who looks exactly like you. Do you know who she is? Do you know—"
Before Song Lian could finish speaking, Shang Qi directly whipped his mouth.
This whip strike tore the flesh from Song Lian's mouth, revealing his white teeth.
Song Lian, in excruciating pain, fainted again, his body going limp and leaning against Wen Shangyin.
Wen Shangyin was covered in whip marks, blood constantly flowing from his body. Not a single part of his skin was intact.
In some places, the wounds were so deep that bone was visible, while in others, large patches of flesh had been peeled away, exposing blood vessels.
Shang Qi, holding the iron-pronged whip dripping with shredded flesh and blood, approached Su Ling. He looked at her tenderly and offered her a clean whip, "Do you want to do it yourself?"
Su Ling glanced at the clean whip Shang Qi offered, then at Shang Qi. Her lips curved slightly, "If I do it, I'll beat them to death, and I won't leave them with a single breath!"
"Beat them to death, beat them into a pulp, and then burn them to ashes," Shang Qi indulged Su Ling without any limits.
Su Ling took the whip and looked at Shang Qi, "Step back."
Shang Qi obediently stepped back a few paces, giving Su Ling plenty of space.
As soon as Su Ling got the whip, she swung it with all her might at Wen Shangyin and Song Lian.
The two men, who had fainted, were awakened by Su Ling's forceful whip strike.
Now, their pain was so intense that they could only groan and wail, completely lacking the strength to struggle or writhe. They endured every lash Su Ling delivered.
They stopped struggling and lay together, enduring whip after whip.
After who knows how long, Su Ling's arms were tired and limp. Yet, Wen Shangyin and Song Lian were still clinging to life.
Su Ling stopped at this point. She suddenly thought that instead of beating Wen Shangyin and Song Lian to death, it would be better to keep them barely alive, let them bleed out from their injuries, and die a slow, agonizing death.
With this thought, Su Ling returned the whip to Shang Qi and looked down at the two men.
"How does it feel?" Su Ling asked, her words enough to make them die of anger.
Wen Shangyin and Song Lian were in too much pain to waste their breath or energy. They glared at Su Ling, wishing she could experience the same agony of flesh and blood!
Seeing that they didn't speak, Su Ling smiled, a wicked and cunning smile, "I have something fun, and I've decided to try it out on you."
As she said this, an iron bucket filled with water appeared out of thin air in Su Ling's hand.
Su Ling looked at Shang Qi and handed him the bucket of water, "Heat it up, but not too hot."
Shang Qi took the iron bucket and used his fire ability to heat the water inside.
Meanwhile, Su Ling continued to retrieve items. She first took out a bag of salt and poured it all into the iron bucket.
After the salt was added, she took out another bag of chili powder and poured that into the iron bucket as well.