Those black particles were actually tiny living creatures. They swarmed towards Pei Yu like a black storm, enveloping the entire area. "What the hell is this?" Pei Yu’s face was struck with horror! Huiying, who always greeted others with a smile, now had a frost-covered face. Her eyes were filled with ruthless coldness, devoid of any mercy. "Ah ah ah—!!!" Pei Yu screamed in agony. Those granular creatures possessed sharp mouthparts; although tiny, they were capable of biting off human skin. "Get out, get out!!!" Pei Yu yelled, nearly breaking down as those demonic creatures burrowed into his body, penetrating his skin and tearing at his flesh; the sensation was both agonizing and itchy. His hands scratched at his body, and though he screamed, he couldn’t stop more and more of the tiny insects from squirming under his skin, burrowing through his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose into his body. He wailed as it felt as though something was violently stirring inside his eyes. Intense itchiness and severe pain overwhelmed him; unable to endure such torment, he clawed bloody furrows across his face. Pei Yu tried to extract the tiny creatures, but what he tore off was his own facial skin, flesh bloody and raw. This pain seemed slightly alleviated only to intensify almost immediately. Once these creatures smelled blood, they grew even more frenzied. More and more of them pounced on Pei Yu, burrowing into his wounds and deeper into his skin. Pei Yu endured unbearable pain, tearing his own facial skin with vehement desperation, mutilating his face into a bloody pulp. These creatures seemed to carry a potent corrosive element, his skin thinner and more tender than usual, but that tenderness resembled decaying, rotten flesh. Over time, just a swipe of his hand across his body would tear off large chunks of putrid flesh. This was akin to a perpetually vicious cycle; unable to bear the torture brought by these small creatures, he frantically clawed at himself. The more violently he scratched, the more he relieved his pain, but the more he wounded himself, the more creatures burrowed into his body. He ripped out his hair, gouged out his own eyeballs. He screamed until with a snap, somehow, a wet object fell from his mouth. It was a piece of his tongue, forcefully tugged out by himself. Without his tongue, he could no longer speak, but ghastly sounds gurgled from his throat. He rolled on the ground, fingers desperately clawing at the stone floor, leaving trails of blood. His fingernails detached from the tips. His hands were a bloody mess, exposing the stark white bones beneath. Writhing in excruciating pain, he struggled to crawl on the ground, seeking help from people, but his retainers were undergoing the same horrific ordeal. Blood spurted from his throat, those small creatures burrowed deeper and shattered his organs; agonizing pain gripped his heart, lungs, stomach, and abdomen— from outside in, turned to inside out. His voice hoarse from screaming, this inhuman torment left him exceedingly frantic and volatile. He clenched his fists, repeatedly pounding the stone floor until with a crack, his arm bones snapped. Pei Yu’s body twisted grotesquely, he was nearly flayed alive. He personally gouged out his eyeballs, pulled out his tongue, and shredded his entire face. He was on his last breath. With his head drooping, he lay on the ground, gasping more and exhaling less. He felt angry, hateful, and unreconciled, yet he couldn’t utter a single word. Before, he had used such unspeakable methods on others, deriving a perverse pleasure from it. But now, it truly exemplified the saying: it isn’t that there’s no retribution, only that the time hasn’t come. Pei Yu’s head slumped to the side, and he suddenly vomited a large mouthful of organ fragments, many black, small living creatures mixed within. He kept retching uncontrollably, ultimately unable to endure such torment, he knelt on the ground and slammed his head into the hard bluestone slab—his brain matter burst with a crash! People around were aware of how dangerous those little creatures were. They panicked and retreated in all directions to avoid accidental injury. But Hong Fei, Liang Shujun, Liang Yuening, and his wife Dong Huiying...these individuals remained indifferent, showing no emotion. Heavenly sins are tolerable, but self-inflicted sins bring destruction! Pei Yu had committed too many evils; this ending was deserved for him! Liang Shujun’s eyes twinkled with admiration for his wife’s actions, though he was somewhat surprised as well. Normally, his wife tended to handle things more moderately. Although she could be decisive, she often seemed slightly indecisive. But this time was different, swift and resolute, so satisfying. Although it wasn’t good to do this in public, his wife’s decisiveness was refreshing. He secretly wondered inside. Could it be because the group leader was angry? Could it be that because Pei Yu wanted to turn him into human jerky, his wife acted so directly and decisively in her anger? He was secretly pleased inside. "Xiao Hui, you’re really great~~~" Giving his wife a big loving hug, he smiled until his eyes disappeared. Not wanting to be left out, Liang Yuening rushed over, trying hard to squeeze next to his wife. He attempted to push Third Brother away, but Third Brother was too cunning. The enchantingly flirtatious man held his lover tightly in his arms, burying his face in the young girl’s neck. She smiled broadly, unconcerned with her brother wrestling beside her, firmly refusing to let go of her beloved. Liang Yuening was so anxious that his eyes nearly turned red. Dong Huiying coughed awkwardly, thinking to herself that this man was becoming more and more dissolute. Of course, this might also be her own doing. With that thought, she blushed. "Shujun, let me go first." Stirring up such a big mess, there had to be some damage control. It certainly couldn’t just be ignored. Shujun chuckled softly, "Xiao Hui, are you shy?" He aimed right at Dong Huiying’s forehead and planted a firm kiss, then cheerfully added, "Don’t worry, I have already thought it through." Actually, his thoughts were similar to his wife’s. He came prepared, considering several backup plans for himself. But since his wife had taken action first, his original plans were no longer needed. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter, for the goal was ultimately the same. Liang Shujun opened his palm, Dong Huiying paused for a moment. "So, you brought them with you?" Her tone was very surprised. Then, she also searched herself and finally pulled out a small paper packet. Inside the packet, like what was in Shujun’s hand, was it white powder? Shujun smiled mischievously, nodding, "It seems we really do have a great understanding." The two exchanged glances. Then, simultaneously, they shook their hands. The airborne white powder spread out. This white powder, as if alive, specifically sought living entities. Like humans or livestock.