Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

The executioner used a fishing net to tightly bind Gu Jinghuai's body.

The netting dug into the flesh, pressing the skin and flesh together until they bulged out.

This will make it easier for him to make the cut later.

The fishing nets are new.

The hemp rope was rough but sturdy.

When the rope was tightened around Gu Jinghuai's naked body, fine, bloody scratches immediately appeared on his skin.

His body was contorted into a twisted shape by the fishing net.

Like a fish caught in a net.

Every protruding piece of flesh was trembling.

He knows he must look ugly now, but he still has expectations.

I hope to see Shu Yao one last time.

He also wondered if Shu Yao would forgive him after seeing him being tortured.

If Shu Yao can forgive him, then when the two of them are reborn in their next life, he will have a chance to win her back.

The executioner was a seasoned veteran in his fifties.

I've been in this line of work for thirty years.

The number of living people a butcher has cut off is no less than the number of pigs a butcher has slaughtered.

He wiped the knife on his apron.

Then, the first incision was made into Gu Jinghuai's thigh.

That cut was very thin.

The slices of meat, like transparent cicada wings, floated lightly onto the porcelain plate beside them.

Gu Jinghuai was gritting his teeth at first.

My lip bled from being bitten.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

He didn't want to call out.

I don't want to call out in front of Xiao Fang.

He didn't want to shout in front of Yun Shuyao, who was watching from the shadows.

I don't want to shout in front of everyone in the capital.

Those rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs taught him that pain can be endured, but humiliation cannot.

But he couldn't endure ten cuts before he couldn't take it anymore.

Because the executioner's knife had been moved from his thigh to his right hand.

That hand, whose knuckles were shattered by Xiao Fang's hammer blows.

As the blade sliced ​​through the twisted and deformed knuckles, Gu Jinghuai let out a heart-wrenching scream.

This stab pierced through all his defenses.

His tears and snot gushed out at the same time, covering his face.

A foul odor wafted from his crotch.

The smell of blood made even the executioner frown.

Every muscle in his body was spasming.

Every breath felt like a knife cutting through me.

The sound coming from his throat was no longer a scream.

It was a dying, indistinct wail.

It looked like a dog that had been skinned alive.

But he didn't die.

The executioner was very experienced.

Every cut avoided vital points.

For every ten cuts, sprinkle a handful of hemostatic powder on the wound.

It will cause him excruciating pain, but not enough to kill him immediately.

This is the rule for slow slicing.

The prisoner must survive until the final blow.

Alive, and conscious.

Feeling each cut.

Gu Jinghuai opened his eyes amidst excruciating pain.

His vision was already blurred.

Everything before my eyes was shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

But he still saw it: the window on the second floor of the restaurant across the street.

I saw that figure in pure white by the window.

Yun Shuyao was looking at him.

Her gaze pierced through the blood mist that filled the execution platform.

It passed through the thin, cicada-wing-like blade in the executioner's hand.

Through his blood and grime.

It landed steadily in his eyes.

He knew those eyes all too well.

In his past life, he married her.

She looked at him with those eyes.

On her wedding night, she sat on the edge of the wedding bed.

The light from the dragon and phoenix candles reflected in those eyes, making them shine like two stars.

She lowered her head.

A shy smile played at the corners of her lips.

He whispered "husband".

At that moment, he was thinking that he would treat her well.

Later, Shu Yao grew old.

She took charge of managing the Marquis's residence.

To deal with his mother on his behalf.

To cover up the holes in their accounts.

The light in those eyes gradually faded away.

The last time Shu Yao saw him was in front of the manor gate in her previous life.

She coughed up blood all over the floor.

He lay on the ground, barely alive.

Shu Yao stared at him with her eyes wide open.

There were no tears in those eyes.

There was only one kind of deep-seated hatred.

In her past life, when she collapsed to the ground, barely clinging to life, he stood beside her, protecting Su Yuyan from fright.

The servants begged him to fetch a doctor.

He said, "No need."

He actually said it wasn't necessary?

Then he turned and left.

He went to find Su Yuyan.

Su Yuyan made his favorite osmanthus cake.

Wait for him at the manor.

Gu Jinghuai stood in a pool of blood.

His whole body trembled like a withered leaf in the autumn wind.

He looked at the figure in pure white by the window.

Suddenly, I felt that the face was superimposed on the face from my past life.

Yun Shuyao in her previous life.

Yun Shuyao in this life.

They all watched him quietly.

The difference is that in her previous life, her eyes were filled with hatred.

In this life, all I see is peace.

The executioner's blade fell again.

Gu Jinghuai let out a final, hoarse wail.

Then, his eyes finally closed.

Yun Shuyao looked at him.

Watching the knife fall, one strike at a time.

Watching his body grow increasingly unrecognizable in the fishing net.

She stared intently.

Until the body inside that net finally stopped convulsing.

Until no flesh or blood could be seen on the snow-white skeleton.

Until the final blow.

The executioner used the tip of his knife to pry open the heart that had stopped beating.

She suddenly exhaled a long breath.

The breath was very light.

It looked like it was seeping out from between the bones.

Carrying all the hatred and resentment from both of his past lives.

All the pain and suffering.

All those blood and tears swallowed down in the dead of night, biting their teeth.

She looked at the heart.

Looking at that skeleton.

Looking at those tightly closed lips, no longer capable of uttering a single harsh word.

Then, she slowly closed her eyes and then opened them again.

His eyes were clear as water.

ended.

The feud spanning two lifetimes has come to an end.

The blood debt of three hundred lives has come to an end.

Eighteen years of humiliation and despair all ended at this moment.

She neither laughed nor cried.

She simply picked up her teacup, intending to take another sip.

Only then did I realize that the cup was already empty.

Outside the window, the sky over Beijing is very high and far.

Several pigeons fluttered by.

The whistle sounded crisp and long.

She gently placed the teacup on the table.

He stood up, turned around, and walked out of the private room.

The area downstairs was bustling with noise.

The cries, curses, and the dull thud of steel knives piercing flesh continued.

She walked down the stairs step by step.

He never looked back.

When Gu Jinghuai's body was taken down, the crowd at Caishikou surged forward like a tide.

They rushed to spit.

Kick the wreckage.

He deserved to die if he uttered a single curse.

No one came to collect his body.

The executioner shoveled the scattered bones into a broken basket.

They carried him to a mass grave outside the city, where he collapsed.

There wasn't even a straw mat to cover it.

That very night, the wild dogs tore him to shreds.

Only a few bones that were too tough to gnaw on remained.

Scattered among the weeds.

Exposed to the sun and rain.

It was gradually swallowed up by the soil.

There wasn't even a grave mound.

Yun Shuyao returned home, to the home she shared with Xiao Fang.

She had just sat down next to the baby's cradle when Xiao Fang returned.