Seeing the thieves' growing expression of endurance, Mo Yan watched coldly without a word, nor did she reveal what the pill was. Before long, their expressions turned extremely painful, as they writhed on the ground non-stop, itching to scratch their increasingly itchy abdomens only to find their hands were all tied behind their backs, utterly unable to reach.
The ceaseless wailing of these thieves was even worse than when they were bitten by centipedes. They finally realized that the pills they had just swallowed were not medicines but deadly poisons designed to claim their lives.
They took the job for silver, but they didn't have the courage to give up their lives. A few of them mustered the strength to roll over and kneel before Mo Yan, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy, whimpering and unable to utter a complete sentence.