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Su Yang held a knife in his hand, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wings. No blood got on his blade as it started sinking into the flesh.

Every piece of flesh he cut was very thin as he placed it on a plate neatly.

Sima You Yue thought that she might not eat any more meat in the near future.

The Tenth Elder laid on the floor, his eyes filled with hatred rather than the fear of death.

"Don't get too stirred up." Sima You Yue walked over, "Many of your veins are broken, your blood flow will increase if you get too stirred up and it will make your heart work more, making your time of death nearer."

"I never expect that there will come a time when we'd be pecked by an eagle." The Tenth Elder said through gritted teeth.

"Have you heard that a long walk at night will lead you to ghosts?" Sima You Yue said faintly, "You can't afford to provoke everyone."