Chapter 550

And the bloody man on the ground, Shangguan Lingqi also recognized.

It's crazy knife.

He was not brought back to a city by Huo Tingchen, but was imprisoned here by Rong Yan.

There are still many wounds on his body, all of which are bleeding. But the magic thing is that crazy knife has not died until now. In the quiet and strange atmosphere, his heavy breathing and painful voice can still be heard.

The pain of despair.

Shangguan Lingqi knows that now he must hope that Rongyan will give him a happy life, rather than let him live like death.

Rong Yan raised the scalpel, wiped it on his white sleeve, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "don't worry, it won't be very slow. You still have the last 15 minutes. I'll accompany you and enjoy it. According to your current blood flow rate, you will feel hollowed out in five minutes, and your brain will start to lack oxygen in ten minutes, In the five minutes from anoxia to anoxia, your body will suddenly draw air, but it can't breathe any fresh air. The exhaust gas in your body will block your meridians, making you feel like your whole body is going to expand and burst. When you feel that you have exploded, the last milliliter of blood in your body should be drained away. In that ten seconds, you will see the reflection of your past life, After that, your brain is dead. "

Let the whole body's blood dry, let the brain in a state of hypoxia, vitality a little bit disappear, this is the most cruel way to die in the world.

Compared with the ancient punishment of lingchi, it will block the brain from birth to death, and finally it will be painful. This method is more in line with the practice of Rong Yan, an excellent surgeon.

"Ah... Ah..."

People on the ground can only make such an obscure voice, as if they are asking, and as if they have reached the stage Rong Yan said, the brain is lack of oxygen, and the spirit begins to blur.

Shangguan Lingqi holds the door handle and covers his mouth hard so that he doesn't make a sound.

She never thought that Rong Yan... Rong Yan would do such a thing!

In the hospital, he is an excellent doctor with strict behavior. Out of the hospital, he is a dandy and rich young master. With his hands, he can compete with Yama and stir up the little girl's heart to fascinate him.

But he just can't

How can the blood on his hand be related to human life, and how can it ruin a person's life.

Shangguan Lingqi doesn't think it's a pity that Kuang Dao died. What she regrets is that Rong Yan's hands shouldn't be used here or stained with such filthy things.

His hands were as white as bone china, so enviable and cherished.

There is more and more blood under Rong Yan's feet. He just stepped in the pool of blood. The shoes made in Italy are full of blood, just like the hell coming out of hell. The expression on his face is very dark. He is waiting and counting the last time of his life with crazy knife.

Scalpel in his hand has been suffused with cold light, Shangguan Lingqi can almost count, Rongyan in this person how many knife.

Rong Yan does not say, she also knows that every knife here is for her.

The dirty blood on his hands was stained for her.

When Rong Yan looks at the last breath of crazy knife, he takes a long breath and is about to go out. Just as he opens the door, he sees the tearful people at the door.

"Seven... Seven?" Rong Yan's face was a bit stunned and at a loss. The scalpel in his hand shook, and he immediately put it in his sleeve.