"Ah, you bastard, ah, you scoundrel, you, you, let go, ah..."
Once again, a blood-curdling scream echoed, following the withdrawal of the short knife, its razor-sharp blade scraping against bone nearly drove Shao Yang to the brink of collapse.
This scene filled everyone else with extreme fear. People, it turns out, are much scarier than ghosts.
"You're really noisy."
'Whoosh.'
The knife plunged back in again.
"Ah."
This time, the location was just two centimeters away from the previous wound, and it pierced through once more.
"Too noisy."
'Whoosh.' It was pulled out.
'Whoosh.' And stabbed back in.
"Ah... Yea, ah." Shao Yang wanted to resist, but as soon as he extended his other hand, Xiaofan stabbed it into his intact hand.
"Stop yelling, stop making noise, won't listen, huh? Let's see you not listen..."
With each word, Xiaofan would fiercely stab once.
