Chapter 886 - 886 872 Make her suffer painfully and memorably (1)

Chapter 886: 872, Make her suffer painfully and memorably (1) Chapter 886: 872, Make her suffer painfully and memorably (1) “I committed a great betrayal, but didn’t you also harbor dissatisfaction towards the old master? I simply did what you didn’t dare to do,” Zhao Xuan looked at Zhou Qi with scorn, baring her teeth as she spoke.

“This is utterly unreasonable,” Zhou Qi snorted coldly.

Jian Qing’s lips curved slightly, her eyes flashed with a cold light, “Since you’ve admitted it, let’s settle both old and new scores clearly.”

Zhao Xuan’s eyes turned bloodshot as she looked at her, fear barely concealed deep within. She turned her head towards An Yun and the others to plea for help, “Ayun, save me, save your mother quickly.”

An Yun’s gaze was complex as he looked at her, then he turned to An Chong and with a “thump,” his knees heavily hit the ground.

He bowed his head to An Chong and An Zhonghui, his voice steady, “Grandfather, dad, please save my mom. I know what she did to the great-grandfather and aunt, poisoning them, is unforgivable. I only ask that you spare her life. Even if she has to go to prison in the end, I won’t have the slightest complaint.”

If she fell into Jian Qing’s hands, his mother’s fate would certainly be worse than prison. No matter how much he had done wrong, he couldn’t watch indifferently as she died by Jian Qing’s hand.

An Zhonghui glanced at Jian Qing, then at Mo Xiao, and withdrew his gaze. He spoke in a calm voice, “Zhao Xuan bears the weight of a human life on her shoulders, and your great-grandfather is still lying in a sickbed. If you want to save her, go plead with Jian Qing.”

It was no use pleading with him. In the current situation, Zhao Xuan’s life was already in Jian Qing’s hands, and whatever they said would not matter at all to her.

Upon hearing this, An Yun turned his gaze to An Chong, placing his last shred of hope on him, “Dad, I beg you, for the sake of the many years you spent as husband and wife with mom, save her, please.”

With that, he bowed his head to An Chong.

From a distance, Zhao Xuan watched the scene of her son kneeling and bowing, suddenly echoed in her ears was the low, husky voice of the man in black.

“If you don’t want anything to happen to your son and daughter, you’d better keep your mouth shut, or be prepared to collect their corpses.”

“She’s gone too far. The people you should be pleading with are Jian Qing, Jian Luo, and your great-uncle,” An Chong turned away, blocking the moisture in his eyes, his voice hoarse.

An Yun stiffened, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes extinguished.

His mother had killed the mother of the Jian siblings; now, Jian Qing nearly wished she could hack his mother to pieces, even if he pleaded with her, she would not spare his mother.

“Bai Jue, bring the item over,” Jian Qing toyed with the bloodstained blade, lifting her gaze, the cold light was sharp.

“Here you go.” Bai Jue tossed it casually, the green porcelain bottle traced a beautiful arc through the air, and Jian Qing deftly caught it.

“Jian Qing, what are you trying to do?” Seeing the green porcelain bottle in Jian Qing’s hand, Zhao Xuan struggled to escape, ignoring the pain in her body, her instincts telling her it was nothing good.

“What am I trying to do? You’ll know soon enough.” Jian Qing pulled out the stopper, poured out a red Pill, then pinched her jaw and shoved it directly into her mouth.

Zhao Xuan’s eyes widened, frantic to spit it out, but the pill dissolved upon contact, leaving her no chance to react.

“Let me go, let go…”

Jian Qing released her, picked up a fruit knife and said, “Luoluo, stand back. Don’t let the dirty blood of such people splash on you.”

“Sis, let me do it!”

“Be obedient!” Jian Qing commanded without room for argument.

Jian Luo looked at her, opened his mouth, but swallowed his words and retreated to stand beside Bai Jue.

“Jian Qing, what did you give my mom? Jian Qing, stop, don’t you dare…” An Yu watched as Zhao Xuan’s complexion gradually turned cyanotic, horrified at the bottom of his heart, and the next second, seeing Jian Qing picking up the fruit knife, he became even more desperately anxious.

Jian Qing completely ignored her words, as the cold blade of the knife hovered over Zhao Xuan’s hand, yet hesitated to strike, as if intending to scare Zhao Xuan to death without laying a finger on her.

“It hurts, it hurts so much.” Within minutes, the effects of the Pill took hold, and Zhao Xuan clutched at her chest, her makeup smeared and her face contorted into a knot, with her messy hair making her look like a ghost crawling out of hell.

With a faint smile on her lips, Jian Qing’s wrist flipped and the sharp blade chopped down with a swift and clean motion that was too fast to see clearly.

“Ahh—”

Zhao Xuan’s face turned a ghastly pale, blood seeping from her tightly clenched lips, followed by a hoarse and piercing scream.

On the cold floor, a bloodied little finger lay there.

The thick scent of blood filled the air, assaulting everyone’s senses.

“Jian Qing!” An Yun looked at the small piece of finger, rage boiling in his veins like scalding water, as he roared.

Jian Qing blocked out his voice, shook off the fresh blood from the blade, and then aimed at Zhao Xuan’s second finger.

“No, please no…” Sweat poured from Zhao Xuan’s body, the cold blade pressed against her skin, her body tensed as if she were a drawn bow.

“When you ran over my mother with your car, did you know how much pain she was in, huh?” Her cold voice trailed off, laced with a hint of malice.

“I know I was wrong. Please stop torturing me, I beg you,” Zhao Xuan begged desperately, shaking her head in pain.

Jian Qing glanced at her and scoffed, “Spare you? Ha!”

As if that would be easy, ah!

In the light, the blade gleamed with a chill as it was raised and then brought down again.

“Ahh—”

The harrowing scream rose once more, making one’s scalp tingle.

An Rong saw the two blood-soaked fingers on the floor, quickly closed her eyes, and her hands by her side shook uncontrollably.

“Mom…” An Yu’s eyes were split with rage, and overwhelmed, she fainted.

Bai Jue quickly dodged her falling body, as if avoiding a severe pathogen.

He looked down at An Yu on the ground and clicked his tongue, “Fainted so quickly, how boring.”

Zhou Qi wasn’t the only one to falter; having never seen such a bloody scene before, she went pale, legs gave way, and she would have fallen flat on her face had An Zhonghui not steadied her.

“Jian Qing, you, you…” Zhao Xuan was in so much pain she couldn’t form a complete sentence, her fierce eyes glaring at Jian Qing, but she was powerless to make a sound.

Jian Qing glanced at the severed fingers on the floor, her eyes slightly raised with a hint of coldness, “Do you know what I just fed you, Zhao Xuan?”

Without giving her a chance to respond, Jian Qing continued, “After taking that Pill, no matter how painful it gets, you won’t faint nor will you die from excessive blood loss. Rest assured, I’ll torment you slowly until you’re bled dry.”

Hearing this, beads of sweat formed on Zhao Xuan’s forehead, and her legs shook uncontrollably. She stared hatefully at Jian Qing, regretting not having killed her as well that day.

“Chopping off one finger at a time seems too slow. How about I take off the remaining three all at once?” Jian Qing gripped the handle of the knife, holding down Zhao Xuan’s hand.