The person is wearing a straw hat, and starts with the power of words!

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Suddenly, Emperor Sima seemed to have thought of something.

He suddenly rushed to the door and started banging on it frantically.

"Belial! Belial! Belial!"

"What are you shouting for! What do you want to do!" Awen's furious voice rang out from outside the door.

"Where is Belial? Where is Belial? Where is Belial?"

"What are you looking for him for?"

"Belial! Belial!" Sima Di didn't answer, he just kept banging on the door.

"It's so noisy! That guy went out on an errand!" Awen raised his foot and kicked again. "You gossip! Are you thinking about men again? You keep saying you won't follow Belial's orders, but you miss him after he's only been gone a little while?"

"When will Belial come back? When will he come back?"

“It’ll be back in the evening! Tell me, you bitch, what are you trying to do?” Awen asked.

However, Emperor Sima did not answer or make any sound.

Awen was startled and quickly took out his key to unlock the door. There were three different locks on the door: an electronic lock, a fingerprint lock, and an old-fashioned padlock.

If this guy dies, that would be terrible. Belial will definitely come after me!

However, when Awen opened the door, he found that Sima Di was completely unharmed.

Sima Di, who was squatting on the stool eating silently, turned around, gave him a disdainful look, and continued eating without saying a word.

Arwen was so angry that he wanted to punch him, but he was afraid that Belial would come after him, so he had to give up.

"If you do it again, you're dead!"

Ah Wen made a harsh statement and slammed the door shut.

About fifteen minutes later, Emperor Sima finished his meal.

The plastic bag was completely clean; not a single grain of rice remained.

"I'm being a good girl, I'll listen to you... and finish it all."

107, stop right now!

The feeling of suffocation returned.

That lump was stuck in his throat.

I can't spit it out. I can't swallow it.

Extremely painful.

In the end what happened?

Sima Di opened his eyes and saw the familiar room.

He curled up on the ground in agony, his fingernails leaving long scratches on the floor with his thumbs, making a nasty sound.

Was this...back then?

When someone tries to choke or suffocate by crumpling a plastic bag into a large ball?

Looking back on this method now, it seems utterly foolish. Not only will it not kill me, but it will also bring me endless suffering.

A very, very long time passed before Emperor Sima heard footsteps approaching.

But in fact, only two minutes had passed since Sima Di swallowed the plastic ball.

Belial was the first to enter, followed by Awen.

Belial had a bad feeling about today, so he ended things early and rushed back.

Sure enough, when I looked up at the monitor, I saw that troublesome Tels.

Did she attempt suicide again?

Belial helped Sima Di up.

Sima Di clutched his neck in agony.

"What exactly did you feed him?!" Belial shouted sternly, his eyes fierce.

Awen was somewhat panicked.

"God knows what he ate that he shouldn't have this time! But I swear I only gave him today's food!"

"What did you give him today? Was it something with bones?"

"No...no, it's just ordinary food. Even if I swallowed it all in one gulp, I wouldn't choke...food? That's right! It's food! The plastic bag that held the food! I haven't seen any plastic bags in the past few days!"

"Plastic bags...you really came up with that idea..."

It took Belial and Awen a lot of effort to get the plastic ball out of his throat.

Sima Di lay on the ground, coughing incessantly.

He experienced this painful feeling a second time.

Belial stood up, looking down at him with a cold gaze.

“Teers, are you trying to commit suicide like Sister You Er by swallowing gold? Too bad, you don’t have the right to die here. The only thing you can click is to start the game in front of you,” Belial said.

"That guy chose such a good-for-nothing as his successor? A piece of trash who only thinks about using death to free himself? Tsk tsk, what a pity, I'd be better off doing it. At least my underground prison is better looking than that island." Awen's eyes were filled with disdain.

“Awen…”

"what?"

"I think you've misunderstood. The criteria for choosing spades aren't simply cruelty and madness. Your underground prison proves nothing but your perversion. You're far from meeting the standards of spades..."

"What? What exactly is the standard? Is it someone like this good-for-nothing who's so terrified after killing one person and thinks about dying all the time?"

Belial did not answer Awen's question, but simply gave him a cold look.

With just that one glance, Awen felt a chill seep into his soul, leaving him with no thought of rebellion against Belial.

“I…I understand, I understand.” Awen glanced at Sima Di, who was still coughing painfully. “What about him? He’s already read all the information left by his predecessors, but he hasn’t changed at all…”

“I already have a plan in mind,” Belial said.

After all, Belial's purpose today was to acquire a mental hospital in that Eastern country.

Sima Di didn't know how long he had been coughing, but he felt a little better when the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

"Hehe, Emperor Sima. Hehe... It's Emperor Sima."

Sima Di looked at the opposite side in surprise.

How could he not recognize this guy? He was his roommate for almost a year...

Sima Di suddenly realized something and looked at the person opposite him in horror.

The fact that he's here means...

"I heard you've eaten human flesh?"

"No, no, I've never eaten it before."

Emperor Sima rose and moved toward the door, trembling all over.

However, he still underestimated the speed of a madman.