"I mean, are you crazy?" Sun Dasheng put his hands on his waist and stared at Wu Xian as if he was looking at a fool.

"Stop wasting time and just say whether you're going to help me or not." Wu Xian found a bucket of almost solidified red paint from the utility room and some pieces of wood of different sizes from behind the house.

According to his plan, he wanted to create a certain atmosphere of wasteland, with graffiti or road signs in a postmodern style. He could even write some inexplicable maxims on scrap metals to add some flair.

However, the junkyard hadn't been visited for a long time and there were many places that needed to be cleaned and organized.

At the very least, he had to design a complete visit route, so that visitors wouldn't be blocked by piles of garbage halfway.

But when Sun Dasheng, who was running over, heard his plan, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Are you treating the visitors as idiots? Do you think you can fool them by arranging a bit of junkyard? Making money would be too easy then."

Wu Xian sighed, "What should we do then? It's all your fault! One day, when I was drunk, I didn't know what got into me. I suddenly went to the forum to advertise, and now there are actually people coming."

Sun Dasheng frowned, "You didn't tell me about it before. Let me see."

After reading the advertisement, he burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

"With this crappy copy, you can't fool anyone."

Wu Xian spread his hands, "But someone actually came."

Ignoring the blonde girl who obviously wanted a free ride and had left early in the morning, he didn't know where to find her.

He had even planned to buy her a return ticket. Until now, he still worried whether she had escaped to another place to hide from her family.

Well, if he had the chance to see her again, he would advise her to return early.

Sun Dasheng shrugged, "Alright, let's have two barbecues!"

"Ahh, what do you mean two barbecues? We made a bet earlier. If someone checked in within ten days, you owed me a barbecue! So now we're even!"

Sun Dasheng scratched his head, "Oh, I almost forgot about that. Well, how about we make another bet?"

"What's the bet?" Wu Xian looked at him alertly.

"If this time you can manage to fool these people with your plan and they don't go into a rage on the spot, then you win."

Sun Dasheng grinned, "Otherwise, I win. And I estimate that those tourists who were deceived by your advertisement must be regretting it now."

Wu Xian fumed, "You really like rubbing salt on the wound, don't you? You know I'm making a last-ditch effort to keep them here, and yet you're here enjoying their misfortune. Fine, if you want to bet, let's bet."

Seeing that Wu Xian was getting a little angry, Sun Dasheng hurriedly said,

"Hey, hey, don't be like this. I'm just teasing you. Let's not bet, alright?"

Wu Xian raised his head proudly, "Enough nonsense. Today, I'm going against you."

Then, as if gathering his courage, he held out two fingers, "Two barbecues!"

Sun Dasheng smiled and said, "Well, you said it, I didn't force you."

"Hehe!" Wu Xian sneered, holding the bucket of paint in his left hand and the piece of wood in his right hand, walking towards the junkyard.

Sun Dasheng followed behind him excitedly, shouting and cheering as if he had already foreseen his victory.

...

In the underground prison of the Holy Empire's capital, the Inquisition's secret trial chamber.

One month had passed.

Grace had been tortured beyond recognition.

Her hands were suspended in sturdy iron rings. Since her feet could only touch the ground when fully stretched, most of the time, her body weight relied on her wrists,

which had been rubbed to the point where the raw flesh and bone were almost visible.

Not only that, her back and chest had been beaten to the point where the skin was almost torn apart, and in some places, the flesh hung down like vines, a horrifying sight to behold.Every time Ma Wen came, he would tear off a piece of skin from her surface as if it were a torn rag, and then throw it on the ground and trample it.

There was no doubt that Grace's resilience and endurance far exceeded Ma Wen's expectations.

This undoubtedly made him, as the chief judge of the first trial court, feel offended and insulted.

No prisoner had ever been able to hold out for so long and remain silent under his command, which undoubtedly made him lose face.

In addition, the second trial court chief, Blake, who came to report on his work in the imperial capital today, mocked and taunted him, saying that he had taken away his own prisoner but could not produce any results. This made Ma Wen furious, wishing to tear open Grace's forehead immediately and see what secrets were hidden inside, making her so devoutly ignore the pain.

"Bastard! Bastard!"

These were the two words that Ma Wen had been using the most recently.

Grace lifted her eyelids in front of her, only to see a big nose swaying from side to side in the dim prison, occasionally exhaling two streams of smoke.

"Hiss..."

Ma Wen casually pressed the half-smoked cigarette butt on her shoulder.

A charred scent rose up, and both Ma Wen and Grace were accustomed to it, with the latter not even making the slightest groan.

Ma Wen lit another cigarette,

"Grace, you're making it difficult for me like this. But don't think I have run out of tricks, I have plenty of ways."

Grace, "..."

This time, Ma Wen directly stuck the cigarette butt into her left eye socket.

"Ah..."

Grace trembled in pain.

"Do you know what lingchi is? I will arrange for a skilled executioner to slice off pieces of flesh from your body and pile them in front of you. If you can endure that, hehe, I will give you a grand execution to commemorate your perfect performance over the past month."

Ma Wen pulled out the cigarette butt and blew off the remaining blood on it.

Grace's left eye went blind, but the pain was nothing to her.

Whenever she was tortured, her thoughts would drift to that place, the most mysterious place she had ever been in her life.

It was as if once she was enveloped by the black mist that always lingered in the house, her pain would lessen slightly.

She didn't regret her choice.

The apostle of the devil gave her a chance, but at that time she didn't truly realize that she had already been abandoned by the whole world.

She was still immersed in the fantasy of being able to return home and say goodbye to the past.

The apostle fulfilled her wish.

But the fact is the fact, from the moment she was betrayed by her father, she knew she was wrong.

From the moment she could generate flames in her hands, she no longer had a chance to turn the tide in the eyes of the world. Her only fate was to die in the flames.

Was the long-awaited end finally coming?

Grace closed her only remaining right eye, and the pain in her left eye was like a needle constantly stabbing her brain.

But none of this mattered anymore.

She had not revealed anything related to the apostle of the devil, this was her final stand.