Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

"Are these people...sick?"

Peng Jingxuan murmured to herself that she could not imagine what kind of disease could cause a person to suffer like this.

I am afraid that the ghosts who are tortured in the eighteen levels of hell are nothing more than this.

She moved to the middle ward, where there was a young man lying with few scars on his body.

He kept his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, but every few minutes, he would suddenly wake up with an expression of extreme pain on his face.

It was as if someone had pinched his heart, squeezed it into a ball, and then let it go.

The repeated torture has made him unbearable. Living people still have the opportunity to commit suicide, but he has lost the right to die.

He had had suicidal thoughts, but the uniformed investigators took him to see another man.

Not only did the man fail to commit suicide, but he also suffered several serious wounds on his body and had to endure more pain.

Regret?

It's true. If I hadn't been a keyboard warrior on the Internet, if I hadn't violated the law, if I hadn't bullied my classmates, I might still be like a normal person.

But for those who have done these things, there is more hatred in their hearts.

Since they were all tortured, why weren't they more arrogant in the first place?

"It turns out that these people are scum and scum, so I have no sympathy for them." Peng Jingxuan sighed, "They really deserve it. They still have no idea of ​​​​correcting in their hearts. It seems that no matter what means, they can't Restrain them."

After a while, Peng Jingxuan suddenly came to her senses and asked: "You don't want me to save these people, do you? I'm not that kind. Besides, there aren't many left. I said save it last time. Just use it, and you said it must be fully covered to be useful."

At this time, Chu Yao suddenly heard a neutral voice, speaking intermittently.

"Already...unable to..."

The sound was very strange, like many people talking at the same time, but their gender and age could not be distinguished.

"Aren't you quite powerful? I thought you could do anything. Even after doing this for a long time, you still can't return to your original state."

"The end..."

Peng Jingxuan walked a few more steps inside, and the last ward was Zhang Tianen's room.

At this moment, she was folding paper cranes while watching the video on her phone.

As one of the few experimental subjects, the Secret Service also paid her a salary, which was more generous than what she had received when she worked before.

Although I knew that Xiao Mengyuan was living a good life at Aunt Zhao's house, there were four or five servants surrounding her every day, and there were too many toys for her to play with.

But she still places orders for many children's products on the shopping app. If she finds something useful every day, she will pick it up and send it to Aunt Zhao's home address.

She did not tell Aunt Zhao her true identity, but wrote Chu Yao's name in the buyer's column.

Seeing Zhang Tianen's body wrapped in bandages, Peng Jingxuan couldn't help but take a breath of air.

The more serious crimes the people in front of them committed, the more injuries they sustained.

This woman looks gentle and gentle, but her injuries are more serious than others. Could it be that she is some kind of murderous maniac?

"What is she doing? She must have at least a dozen lives on her hands, right? I really can't tell..."

"She...is not guilty."