Again, the middle finger.
"You harmed the Cui family father and son, colluded with the enemy army by using the noble sacrifice of the soldiers in their loyalty to the country, leading to their deaths, despicable and shameless."
Another finger is pointed.
"You are sinister and crafty, replaying old schemes to achieve your goals, bringing disaster with a marriage, costing many lives."
Lastly, the little finger.
"You are muddled and lacking in virtue, disregarding the well-being of countless common people, and showing no respect for laws and decrees."
Ten fingers are connected to the heart; Emperor He winces and spasms in agony. Yet Ji Teng has yet to enumerate all of his misdeeds.
"There's not enough fingers to count them."
Ji Teng looks like a death god, looking towards the other undamaged hand.
Emperor He's hair stands on end: "You might as well kill me with one slice!"
"Death is always the easy way out."
"I was wrong, I was wrong."
