78: Performance Art Exhibition

"Help... help..."

Qi Yaohui struggled weakly, his fingers twitching, his eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets.

"Enjoying 'torture-killing' is like dancing on the edge of a blade; there will eventually come a day when you become the prey."

"Wouldn't you agree, Young Master Qi?"

Yan Xiaoyan crouched down unhurriedly, staring at Qi Yaohui's face for a moment, a cold sneer playing on her lips.

She extended her left hand, pressing her middle and index fingers together, slowly feeling for Qi Yaohui's Adam's apple before pressing down hard.

A crunching sound rang out!

Qi Yaohui's Adam's apple was forcefully pressed down by Yan Xiaoyan, emitting a crisp snap. His face instantly flushed crimson, and his breathing became rapid.

His eyes widened, and he reflexively tried to break free from Yan Xiaoyan's restraint, but it was in vain.

Yan Xiaoyan didn't say a word; she simply increased the pressure from her fingertips, causing his Adam's apple to sink further inward.

A low whimper escaped his throat, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Suddenly, there was a "crack"—the cartilage had snapped.

The sound was sharp and loud, tearing a rift through the silent air.

Along with that sharp snap, the bones in Qi Yaohui's neck collapsed in an unnatural posture.

His cervical spine seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, instantly twisting and deforming.

His eyeballs quivered, and his head slumped as he completely passed out from the pain, his consciousness entering a terminal state.

"Heh!"

However, Yan Xiaoyan did not stop there. Consumed by resentment, she was indifferent to Qi Yaohui's pain.

Her calloused hands touched Qi Yaohui's Shangxing point, slowly infusing a trace of ghost power—this would prevent immediate death, ensuring he could fully experience the agony!

After all, the time for dessert after dinner had not yet arrived.

In the next moment, Yan Xiaoyan's originally smooth fingernails gradually grew longer.

Within a few short seconds, they became as sharp as a werewolf's claws.

The sharp nails glinted with a cold light, sending shivers down one's spine. Her fingers twitched slightly, as if she were enjoying the pleasure brought by this transformation.

The "nails" gestured up and down against Qi Yaohui's head a few times.

Suddenly, she reached for his forehead, her sharp nails piercing two millimeters into the scalp as she made a gesture of pulling it apart to both sides.

With Yan Xiaoyan's movements, Qi Yaohui's scalp was torn open, and blood immediately gushed out, staining his face red.

"Riiiip..."

"Squelch!" The scalp was torn off raw, revealing the skull beneath.

Blood slid down from his head, forming blossoms of crimson blood.

Qi Yaohui's facial muscles twisted and deformed from the extreme pain, and his pupils began to dilate.

Despite this, the continuous flow of black mist indicated that he had not yet completely lost consciousness and could still feel the unbearable agony... Next, Yan Xiaoyan's skinning performance art exhibition entered its next phase.

The head without skin appeared exceptionally horrifying, like a mangled lump of flesh, making one's skin crawl.

His body also began the violent convulsions of the dying, each tremor accompanied by a spurt of blood.

Due to the severe damage to his neck, he could not make any sound and could only cough up several clots of blood from his mouth.

Three minutes later, Qi Yaohui could no longer endure this endless torture; his eyes rolled back, and his body stopped moving.

"Is that it? We haven't even started yet!"

Looking at the "staged accident" scene before her, Yan Xiaoyan's resentment hadn't diminished in the slightest. She increased the output of ghost power once more, and Qi Yaohui's body began to twitch slightly again.

"Hahahaha... Scum..." Yan Xiaoyan let out a shrill laugh, the pleasure of revenge gleaming in her eyes.

"Compared to the pain my daughter suffered, what is this?"

The skinning process continued, Yan Xiaoyan's movements growing faster and faster, as did the speed of the skinning.

Gradually, from the top of the head to the earlobes, then to the abdomen and feet... the skin was peeled away bit by bit... This "skinning" exhibition—even for the nation's top dermatologists using surgical instruments, it would likely be quite difficult.

But Yan Xiaoyan's movements were so slow and skillful, as if she had practiced them countless times.

Her hand moved steadily, every movement precise and unerring; even the tiniest bits of skin tissue were carefully torn away, completely separating from the bone.

Finally, a complete human skin was successfully peeled off.

On the ground remained only a mass of flesh without its skin casing, like an ugly monster stripped of its outer garment, mangled and bloody, with jagged white bones clearly visible in several places.

Only now did the resentment in Yan Xiaoyan's heart gradually recede like a tide.

Her hands tightly gripped the shoulders of the human skin, and as if shaking out a fur coat, she gave it a gentle flick against the moonlight.

Through the bright moonlight, the human skin seemed draped in a layer of gauze, emitting a faint halo.

This turned the blood on the inner layer of the skin into a spine-chilling dark red!

Despite the extreme horror of the scene, Yan Xiaoyan narrowed her eyes like a master connoisseur, carefully savoring everything before her, admiring a peerless work of art.

"Lingling, look. Mama also has the potential to be an artist."

A gust of yin wind blew past, and the branches rustled.

With great interest, Yan Xiaoyan propped Qi Yaohui up to sit straight, supporting his back with a manifested ghost hand.

Pulling out a set of cutlery from who-knows-where, Yan Xiaoyan set the human skin aside and picked up a knife and fork.

Right in front of Qi Yaohui, she elegantly sliced off a piece of his fat and put it into her mouth to chew slowly.

The yin wind blew more fiercely, and the branches shook even harder, as if "mourning" for this mother's daughter!

Yan Xiaoyan turned her head, looked into the darkness, and said softly, "Come out! Miss Ghost Messenger, I know you're there."

A figure slowly stepped out; it was You Xiaoqian, who was in charge of the Painted Skin case.

"Stop eating. It's filthy!"

"Your daughter wouldn't want you to become like this."

"The Underworld has many ways to retaliate against scum a hundred or a thousand times over."

Yan Xiaoyan spat out the lump of fat and murmured, "Miss Ghost Messenger, you don't understand! Only after becoming a mother do you realize that the process of revenge is actually an intertwining of pleasure and regret."

"If I hadn't been so lovestruck back then and had rejected Zhao Qiang..."

"If I had been a bit braver in resisting him during the domestic violence, would the nightmare never have happened..." Yan Xiaoyan clutched her head in pain.

"There are no 'ifs.' It has already happened. And because of her mother's submissiveness, your daughter died a very, very miserable death!" You Xiaoqian mercilessly tore open the woman's scars.

Yan Xiaoyan looked up at You Xiaoqian with a face covered in tears. "I know. I know everything..."

"So there is still one culprit left to kill—and that is myself!"