The little girl's struggles and cries abruptly stopped at this moment.
She stared blankly at the severed child's arm, her clear pupils slowly shrouded in a layer of lifeless gloom.
"Don't..." she murmured as if sleepwalking.
But the men in the cellar wouldn't stop their cruel actions because of her words.
The child with the severed arm wailed in pain, the cries laced with despair and distortion, drifting out of the cellar and soaring into the sky with the cold wind.
"Continue."
At the man's command, Zhang Xian and several brawny men took action again.
This time, they simultaneously grabbed the right foot of three children, aiming their cleavers at the Achilles tendons.
The face of the little girl cradled in the man's arms gradually turned pale.
She kept shaking her head.
"Stop... stop... you stop!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the cold gleam of a blade flashed across her eyes, and the scorching blood splattered onto her eyelids.
