Beast Tamer: Carrying a small world of the end times with you

Qian Er smiled, holding the small severed finger in his hand, blood flowing down his hand, making it look unspeakably eerie.

"I'll give you three seconds. Three, two, one."

As soon as Qian Er finished speaking, he didn't hesitate at all, and delivered another clean and swift cut.

"Qian Er, you beast!"

The other alien races on the side were already going crazy, and one of them, even with shackles on his feet, was hopping around, trying to crash into Qian Er.

However, before he could get close, Qian Er kicked him back with one foot.

"What's the rush? Your turn will come later. I'm a very fair person."

"You few, whoever says what I want to know first will live, and the rest will die, understand?"

"You better pray that the people in front of you don't say anything, so you still have a chance to live."

As he spoke, Qian Er kicked the alien race at his feet, who had transformed into a middle-aged woman, like kicking a dead dog.

"If you say it now, you can be free immediately."

As he spoke, Qian Er lowered his head and whispered into her ear with a chuckle.

However, Qian Er was not afraid of encountering such thorny problems. On the contrary, the tougher they were, the happier Qian Er would be.

If he could squeeze everything out of them in a few moves, then things would become very boring.

Now it's interesting, very interesting.

"Interesting, it seems you don't plan to speak, then I probably don't need to count down."

"However, since you won't speak, you won't die happily either."

As Qian Er spoke, the fist blade slashed down in an instant, cutting off another finger. Then, the sharp blade continued to chop down.

It was like an experienced chef, cutting a piece of pork placed on a cutting board.

Qian Er's cuts were very precise, and there was no chance of missing. Every cut would cause a small splash of blood due to the speed.

Soon, the alien race on the ground had no fingers on both hands, and ten bloody holes were gurgling with blood, looking bare.

"I have a lot of fun ideas."

Qian Er clapped his hands, and several guards walked in from outside the heavenly prison. After entering the room, their eyes involuntarily glanced at the alien race on the ground.

Even though they knew that Qian Er was one of their own, they couldn't help but feel a burst of fear in their hearts. These two experienced prison supervisors had always prided themselves on having seen a lot.

But even they couldn't bear such a bloody scene. They handed Qian Er what he wanted while secretly glancing at the bloody alien race on the ground, then quickly shifted their gaze away.

"So ruthless, no wonder he can become a big shot."

This was what these two people were thinking at this moment.

Qian Er took the salt and sprinkled it on the wounds of the alien race at his feet.

The latter instantly trembled in pain.

"Oh, right, I think the previous method was a bit inhumane, so now I plan to give you another chance."

Humane?

You still know what humanity is?

Even the two supervisors couldn't help but complain in their hearts.

Qian Er stared at the other alien races: "From now on, you can cut in line. If anyone has anything to confess, you can tell me at any time."

"Of course, the other rules remain the same. As long as one person says it, the others will die."

After Qian Er finished speaking, he lowered his head again and looked at the alien race with a chuckle.

"You're really tough, I admire you."

Then, he started cutting off the alien race's toes.

The two supervisors behind him exchanged glances, looked at the alien race on the ground with some pity, and nodded.

They were sure that the one lying on the ground was not tough, but didn't have the strength to speak.

Because this alien race was already in so much pain that he was almost fainting, let alone confessing anything.

After the fingers and toes were cut off, Qian Er didn't hesitate at all and started using the fist blade to gouge out the flesh from the alien race's body.

Every time he shaved off a piece of meat, Qian Er would sprinkle salt on it.

It couldn't be said that he was sprinkling it, but rather pouring it. Qian Er used a lethal dose, and the salt almost covered the alien race.

Qian Er's ruthless methods had already scared the other alien races into a daze. When they thought that they would face the same fate later, the expressions of these alien races were somewhat out of control.

If their bodies weren't still twitching, they would have suspected that the alien race had already been tortured to death by Qian Er.

What they had seen before was only Qian Er's powerful and brave side. Although the sense of oppression was very strong, it was far less shocking than the scene in front of them.

"Myriad Transformation Demon, heal him, but not too much, just enough to keep him alive."

After Qian Er finished speaking, the Myriad Transformation Demon walked out from behind him. He nodded. Although the shackles of these alien races were made of absolute magic-resistant materials and were very stable, the prison was not completely magic-free.

And only maintaining the life of this alien race wouldn't cost much energy, especially for the Myriad Transformation Demon, whose energy was as vast as the sea now, it wasn't a difficult task.

"Don't worry, you won't die easily. It's not easy to catch a few living toys, how can we not have fun with them."

The words "have fun" almost made the alien races' hair stand on end.

"Alright, next one."

Qian Er pointed to the alien race who had just wanted to crash into him.

"I'm a person who repays grievances with kindness. Look, I'm giving you such a good opportunity."

"Say, what is the purpose of your operation this time?"

"Three, two, one!"

Qian Er counted down very quickly this time, without giving the alien race any time to react, and gouged out his eyes with one knife.

"Myriad Transformation Demon, here you go, a little snack."

Qian Er smiled and wiped the gouged-out eyeball from the blade and threw it to the Myriad Transformation Demon.

The latter caught it and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it.

"Sometimes, I can't tell whether we are the bad guys or the other side is the bad guys…"

A supervisor behind Qian Er swallowed and whispered into his companion's ear.

"Will you talk or not? Three, two, one!"

Qian Er still deliberately read very quickly, and then the fist blade cleanly cut off one of the alien race's ears.

"Ah!"

This alien race screamed in great pain and fell to the ground with a "thump", rolling around.