Indeed, it is truly cruel. If she were to mutilate herself like that, sorry, I really can't do it.
The cut from the whistle was shocking, but clearly very precise, only three parts deep into the flesh. Afterward, he discarded the knife, reaching into the wound to fumble for a while.
Not to mention she felt somewhat disgusted watching, even the whistle's facial muscles couldn't help but twitch a few times, showing his pain receptors were still functioning normally.
Fortunately, he quickly withdrew his hand, placing a small bag smeared with fresh blood on the table. Even with Ning Xiaoxian's good eyesight, she could barely make out that it was a small pouch made from the intestines of some creature.
The whistle wiped his hand on his trouser leg, turned the bag inside out, and two small stones fell out.
Two rough stones, intermixed black and white, irregular in shape, of which their counterparts could easily be found on the beach, each about the size of a watermelon seed.
