Chapter Ch118.1 - The Cycle of Karma, What Goes Around Comes Around (32.1)

translator: baumkuchen editor: glitterypanda

Following that, was a continuous two minutes of the elevator moving.

A slight cool draft rushed in through the crack between the elevator doors, making a whooshing sound.

Their heightened sense of hearing made all the noise around them unbearably loud. The people in the elevator stood separate from one another, still as bronze statues.

Yuan Benshan grabbed Chi Xiaochis hand.

Chi Xiaochi didnt reciprocate, but neither did he pull away.

Yuan Benshan also knew that his actions just now hadnt been human at all, so he could only fish around for a conversation topic. Whats wrong with Mister Gan?

Chi Xiaochis voice was indifferent. His nerves were too tense, so he fainted.

Yuan Benshan said, Just now Qiao Yun was already beyond saving, her internal organs had all been blown to pieces. If I hadnt ended it quickly for her, she would have had to suffer another half hour of torment for no reason.

Chi Xiaochi said, I understand.

Yuan Benshan tried to explain himself, I was a little scared, it was subconscious. I didnt mean to

Chi Xiaochi turned to look at him. His tone became a little less tense, and he even pulled his hand out of Yuan Benshans grasp and patted the back of his hand comfortingly. I understand.

However, hidden in the darkness, Chi Xiaochis face was utterly expressionless. His Yin-Yang eyes, covered by black coloured contacts, stared heavily at Yuan Benshan.

Yuan Benshan was utterly unaware of this. Hearing that Song Chunyang had forgiven him once again, he relaxed a little, straightening his back and waiting for the trial in the next room.

The next room, or also the last room, was where this nightmare would end.

The elevator slowly came to a stop. With it, the door opened automatically.

This time, the floor below their feet didnt fall away, so they were able to walk smoothly out of the elevator and enter a spacious room of about 80 square metres.

Xu Jiayi, carrying Gan Tang on his back, was the last to step out of the elevator.

The moment after they stepped into the room, the door behind them slammed shut, locking off the route behind them.

As Chi Xiaochi looked around the room, his face slowly turned pale.

At first glance, it could be seen that the room was rectangular, like all the others before. The floor and walls were made entirely out of cement, but in the corners of the room, pointed metal objects resembling nozzles of spray guns were installed approximately every three centimetres, packed so densely together it would terrify a claustrophobe into breaking out into unbridled swearing.

Xu Jiayi put Gan Tang down, then swiped the tip of his finger over the nozzle of a spray gun. After placing it to his nose and taking a sniff, his expression changed slightly. Smells like gasoline