Emperor Ye thought of the myriad faces of the underground world and nodded slowly, "That's how it is, they all deserve to die!"
"Dealing with such people with appeasement and mixing benevolence with force is nothing but indulgence. The only thing to do is to rule with a thunderous hand! If anyone violates, kill them! Whether it be water dripping, growing bamboo, roasting, death by a thousand cuts, pulling out radish, flying a kite... the more cruel, the better."
Fang Che said, counting on his fingers.
Emperor Ye widened his eyes, scratched his head, feeling a bit confused, and coughed a couple of times: "I know what death by a thousand cuts is, and I can imagine roasting. But what's this so-called water dripping, growing bamboo, pulling out radish, and flying a kite about?"
"They're all various forms of punishment... very easy to learn. I'll explain, and you'll learn."
