An Wen waved his hand.
“Don't worry about whether you can complete it right now. Just go through the entire process once.”
“Come on, over here.”
The two of them walked behind the death row inmate, and An Wen pointed at the prisoner.
“First, step one...”
Zuo Lin'an pulled out the boning knife he had selected earlier, feeling a bit of hesitation.
“I'm so clumsy. What if I accidentally kill him?”
An Wen spoke in an indifferent tone.
“Don't worry. Like I said, don't focus on anything else right now. Just successfully go through your set process once. It doesn't matter if he lives or dies.”
“After all, this is the trial and experimentation stage.”
“Even though you've set three steps, you'll definitely have to trim and optimize them later.”
“For example, completely cutting out one or even two steps, leaving only one.”
Right then, An Wen reached out and ripped off the death row inmate's prison uniform. With a sharp tearing sound, the man was instantly stripped bare.
“Alright, begin.”
“Now, do as I say.”
Zuo Lin'an's hand trembled slightly as he held the knife. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.
No hesitating.
He had already come this far; how could he back out now?
He even felt that if he showed any regret right now, Instructor An might just kill him on the spot!
After all, he had spoken so confidently and performed so well earlier, raising Instructor An's expectations to the point where the instructor even sacrificed his own rest time to guide him personally.
If he said he was scared and wanted to leave now, Instructor An would definitely think he was playing him for a fool.
Of course, he didn't actually want to leave.
He just knew that once he made the first cut, there would be no turning back.
Left Lin'an stared intently at the prisoner and slowly raised his hand...
Half an hour later.
He was standing outside the door, his face extremely pale, feeling his stomach churning.
If he had known, he wouldn't have eaten lunch.
Fortunately, he managed to hold it in.
“Brother An, are you okay?”
Xu Youyou stood beside him, feeling a bit lost.
This was the first time he had ever seen Zuo Lin'an looking so miserable.
He glanced at the iron door of the cell. It was wide open, and sounds were coming from inside. It wasn't that the prisoner was still alive; rather, a few people had just arrived and were likely cleaning up.
Earlier, he had watched the entire process from inside the cell.
The death row inmate had breathed his last not long after Zuo Lin'an began the execution, but the subsequent process had dragged on for about half an hour.
To be honest, it took quite a while.
But what surprised him the most was that Zuo Lin'an actually managed to finish it.
Xu Youyou's eyes darted around as he saw the people who had gone in earlier walking out of the cell. They were pushing a small cart loaded with several black plastic bags. One didn't need to guess to know what was inside.
An Wen walked over from not too far away.
Looking at Zuo Lin'an, who was pale and covered in a mess, An Wen didn't mind the filth and patted his shoulder.
“Good job!”
“Go back, take a shower, and change your clothes first. Head to the training ground in a bit, and come back here after class this afternoon!”
Zuo Lin'an nodded. “Alright, Instructor.”
Xu Youyou accompanied Zuo Lin'an back to the dormitory. Along the way, many people saw him covered in blood and hurriedly kept their distance in fear.
Only a few instructors watched him, some with intrigue and others with looks of deep appreciation.
Back in the dormitory.
Zuo Lin'an washed himself as quickly as possible. Only after changing into clean clothes did he finally let out a sigh of relief.
“Let's go. To the training ground.”
Xu Youyou stared at him for a moment. “Brother An, are you really alright?”
Zuo Lin'an glanced at him and let out a soft chuckle.
“Why? Scared?”
Xu Youyou shook his head. “Not really. I was just thinking, since you're so outstanding, what should I do?”
Zuo Lin'an replied, “You? You just need to play to your strengths.”
Xu Youyou followed closely behind him as the two strolled casually toward the training ground.
“My strengths? What strengths do I have?”
Zuo Lin'an thought for a moment. “You're agile and strong. A small knife like this actually doesn't suit you very well.”
Xu Youyou brainstormed for a long while. “You mean I should just rip people apart with my bare hands?”
Zuo Lin'an nodded. “That's what I was thinking. Maybe because of your unique experiences, your strength is several times that of an ordinary adult male.”
“If you can make good use of your advantages and get hands-on, that alone will be cruel enough.”
“To be honest, my strength is far inferior to yours. Using a knife is actually a compromise for me.”
Using a weapon might seem brutal.
But in reality, to put it bluntly, it was just a lack of confidence in one's own physical strength.
The more Zuo Lin'an spoke, the brighter Xu Youyou's eyes became.
“Alright! I'll do exactly as you said. Once class is over, I'll go try it too!”
When afternoon classes began, Zuo Lin'an suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a few less than the original thirty-five students.
But it made sense. After truly witnessing the horror of specters this morning, some people had definitely been scared off.
Xu Youyou counted. “Ah, there are only thirty of us left, including us.”
Another five had left.
Rather than feeling bad about it, Zuo Lin'an actually felt somewhat relieved.
The more people who left, the more red coins would remain, allowing him to get more death row inmates for practice.
If it were in the past, he would never have thought this way.
But now...
As expected, after killing someone for the first time, his personality had indeed become much colder.
The afternoon class wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
An Wen had said he would teach killing techniques, and that was exactly what he did.
Since it was the first practical combat class, they were mostly taught basic movements, which was relatively easy.
Around four in the afternoon, Zuo Lin'an returned to the prison once again.
This time, Xu Youyou wanted to go first.
An Wen was a bit surprised. “You two are quite interesting.”
“Fine, then this time, Student Xu goes first.”
In the end, right in front of An Wen, Xu Youyou literally ripped a death row inmate apart with his bare hands.
Severed limbs littered the floor, and blood splattered across the entire cell.
To be honest, even An Wen had rarely seen such a brutal method of execution.
An Wen looked at the blood splattered on himself. Far from scolding the boy, he was extremely satisfied.
“Not bad. Bloody, violent, and cruel.”
“Even though you have the face of a beauty, you're a real man.”
Xu Youyou rubbed his face, feeling a little embarrassed.
“You flatter me, Instructor.”
“Looking good is actually an advantage too, so you should say: not only am I beautiful, but I'm also a real man!”
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