Suppressing the nausea in his heart, Shen Hao stood up and walked out of the darkness, took a fire stick handed over by Old Dog, walked up to the human wax figure, and lit the wick protruding from its mouth.
The wick ignited instantly, and terror filled the eyes of the human wax figure; after seeing the flame truly burning from his own mouth, his gaze instantly became vacant.
Dead. Either tortured to death or scared to death.
At the same time, Shen Hao took a deep breath. In a flash, a mass of dark green mist was inhaled into his mouth. No one among the surrounding executioners seemed to notice.
Sweeping his gaze around, Shen Hao asked again in an icy tone, "So? Are you all planning to turn into human wax as well, or will you open your mouths and cooperate?"
Unless their brains had been completely washed, after witnessing the utterly inhuman process of making human wax just now, anyone would be terrified—especially if someone threatened to use the exact same method on them.
