Bo Yan's expression was getting colder and colder, "Look at you people who have committed endless misdeeds; who has ever been spared by the heavens? Here you are, half-dead, lying here—did you meet a peaceful end?
Do you have any interest in living?"
As he spoke, Bo Yan's hand reached towards the oxygen tank's tube, with a slight movement, he could immediately cut off the oxygen supply, and then the person in front of him would be dragged into the Ghost Gate.
It would have been so much simpler and more satisfying.
Bo Yan really wanted to do that; when he was ruthless, he was absolutely unbearable to ordinary people.
He disconnected Yinchao's oxygen tube, watching as Yinchao struggled, his pupils dilating, then gradually nearing death, a sense of satisfaction surged in his heart. Back then, when his baby was facing death, wasn't she extremely scared?
