Si Xi frowned as he forcibly pushed the capsule down the other's throat.
Seconds later, Ye Chunhui began crying and yelling just like her husband.
Yan Sinian waved his hand, and the scalpel disappeared.
The bald man fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and rolling about.
"I'm hungry, I'm so hungry..."
He was personally experiencing everything the old man had gone through: the burning pain in his stomach, the hunger so intense he wished to swallow his own tongue.
And the despair of dragging his legs yet being unable to crawl out of the yard, only to watch helplessly as his wounds festered.
Starvation was a lengthy process.
And those who had once committed crimes would spend the rest of their lives experiencing this feeling over and over.
They had once given these people a chance, if their consciences had not been eroded and they had confessed voluntarily, only the law would have punished them.