Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 77 The fun has just begun

Yan Ciwan desperately turned his head, trying to shake off the other person's hand, his body shaking violently with fear.

Her pitiful appearance of being at the mercy of others seemed to please Qi Ming, and he laughed even more happily.

"Don't be impatient, the fun has just begun."

Yan Ciwan felt his jaw being released, and the strong smell of alcohol faded away. Qi Ming should have left temporarily.

She continued to whimper in panic, and quietly pressed the silver ring with her right hand. A blade popped out from the front of the ring, and the sharp blade pressed against the rope, quickly cutting it.

The broken rope fell to the ground, but she did not get up immediately. Instead, she pretended that her hands were still tied behind her back.

The sound of light footsteps approached, it should be Qi Ming coming back.

"Look what good stuff I brought you? Oh, by the way, you can't see it now, so just guess."

A hard object with a rough texture pressed against Yan Ciwan's chin.

She smelled a sickening odor of blood.

"Guess what this is?" Qi Ming asked and then remembered that her mouth was blocked and she couldn't speak, so he reached out and pulled the cloth out of her mouth.

Yan Ciwan felt the hard object scraping against his face, causing pain on his cheeks.

She yelled at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help!"

Unexpectedly, Qi Ming burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, you can yell as much as you want. I like to hear your yelling. Let me kindly remind you that there is no one else here except you and me. Even if you yell until your voice is hoarse, no one outside can hear you."

Yan Ci Wan was secretly relieved, this was great.

She seemed to have been frightened to the point of losing her mind and cried out in disarray.

"Please don't kill me! I don't want to die!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just want to play with you."

Yan Ciwan kept sobbing: "Wuwuwu, but Lan Ying is dead, those women are all dead, they were all killed by you!"

Qi Ming stopped laughing: "Their deaths have nothing to do with me."

"Impossible! You lied to me! Even if you killed them, I would be suffocated to death by you just like them!"

She wanted to get more clues from the other person, but the next moment her mouth was blocked by a hard object and she could no longer speak.

She smelled leather through the smell of blood.

This thing should be a whip.

I don’t know how many people have been whipped by this whip, leaving behind a bloody smell that cannot be washed away.

Qi Ming slapped her cheek hard, his voice full of malice.

"Look at how you look now, you really are like a bitch wagging its tail to beg for mercy. Think about how arrogant and complacent you were in Xueyue Tower the day before yesterday. Did you ever think that you would end up like this, huh?"

Yan Ciwan begged tremblingly: "I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, please let me go."

"Don't apologize, because it's no use. Now you just need to tell me what I'm holding in my hand. Guess what it is?"

Yan Ciwan uttered two words with difficulty: "Whip."

"Haha, you guessed it right. This is my favorite horse whip. I used to like to whip horses with it, but later I found that it is more fun to use it to whip people, especially a tender girl like you who likes to cry. One whip can immediately tear your skin and flesh apart. It's very interesting! Now let's play with it. I guarantee that you will feel very comfortable."

Amid his excited words, Yan Ci Wan keenly caught the sound of the whip breaking through the air.

She rolled on the ground nimbly and avoided the whip.

The horse whip hit the ground firmly, making a crisp sound. At the same time, Yan Ciwan tore off the black cloth covering her eyes, knelt on one knee, rolled up her right sleeve, revealing the crossbow tied to her forearm.

Qi Ming had drunk a lot of alcohol, so his reaction was much slower than usual.

At this moment, he still maintained the posture of whipping someone, and glanced to the side, and saw Yan Ciwan pointing the crossbow at him.

His pupils suddenly constricted, his heart beat wildly, and driven by the instinct to survive, he subconsciously hunched his shoulders and bent his waist, trying to protect his vital parts.

A thin crossbow arrow flew out and hit his shoulder.

The severe pain made him scream, and he staggered backwards until he reached the corner of the wall.

While he raised the whip and pointed it at Yan Ciwan, warning her in a stern manner not to mess around, he used his other hand to touch the sword hanging on the wall.

Yan Ciwan looked at him expressionlessly.

Qi Ming touched the sword, immediately pulled it out and tried to fight back.

But he soon discovered something was wrong. He could not use any strength in his hands, and even the wound on his shoulder gradually lost its pain.

He could no longer stand, his body slid down the wall and he fell to the ground helplessly.

He was terrified and wanted to shout, but he had lost the feeling in his throat and couldn't make any sound.

At this time he had already guessed that the crossbow arrow was coated with poison and he was poisoned, which was why this happened.

But even if he knew it was of no use. He could only watch Yan Ciwan approach him step by step.

Yan Ciwan bent down and picked up the sword. The sword had been sharpened and was extremely sharp.

She stood up, lifted Qi Ming's chin with the tip of her sword, and smiled slightly.

"Don't be afraid, the fun has just begun."

Same words, similar tone, but the person speaking has changed, and their situations are also completely reversed.

Qi Ming, who had just been self-satisfied as a hunter, now had fear in his eyes and cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

He wanted to scream, to curse, to beg.

But he could only sit on the ground motionless, like a puddle of mud, waiting for the guillotine of fate to fall on him.

Yan Ci Wan swung his sword horizontally, and the sharp blade swept past Qi Ming's forehead, cutting off the bun on his head.

Strands of hair fluttered down, and the top of the head felt cold.

Qi Ming's face turned pale as paper. He almost lost his head just by one step.

Yan Ciwan turned the sword in a circle, with the tip of the sword pointing downward, and inserted it exactly between Qi Ming's legs, less than an inch away from the man's vital parts.

Qi Ming was so frightened that his heart almost stopped and he lost control of his urine on the spot.

The feeling of shame and anger did not last long before he saw Yan Ci Wan bring a small piece of candle.

The candlelight flickered, and her smile flickered with it.

Qi Ming felt creepy.

He opened his mouth desperately and wanted to scream, but it was all in vain. His whole body was paralyzed and he couldn't move at all. He could only watch Yan Ci reach out and put the small piece of candle on his head.

Yan Ci looked at him in the evening and was obviously quite satisfied with his human-shaped candlestick.

She smiled and said, "I know you like playing games, but I'm busy now and don't have time to accompany you for the time being. You can only play with yourself for a while. Don't worry, this candle can still burn for at least a quarter of an hour."

Qi Ming wanted to scream, what would happen after that hour?
If the candle burns out, will it burn his scalp?

Will he be burned alive?
(End of this chapter)