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Lava is rolling in the scarlet hell, and countless island plates composed of scorched earth and flaming rocks are floating and sinking in the massive sea of fire. Even more terrifying than the sound of the thunderous rolling waves of magma, came from the endless shrill screams. Naked criminals are distributed on different islands to be tortured. Some of them are skewered on iron forks and roasted, some are repeatedly pushed, pulled and cut by bloody long saws, and some are lying on sharp nail boards and trampled on at will like meat carpets. They are tortured by a group of naked devils with blood-red skin. Each of them looks like a human, but with sheep and cow horns on their heads, with cow and sheep tails swinging behind their buttocks. These red-skinned people are the executioners of hell.

Amidst the countless wailing and screaming, there was a burst of rapid and desperate laughter. The laughter sounded a little childish, and it came from a young boy who's laughing hysterically. The boy looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender well-proportioned figure, delicate, handsome features, and a small teardrop mole under his left eye with a very charming little canine tooth which made the boy look even more adorable. He really looked like a porcelain doll, and seeing him being tortured, it was hard not to feel a little sorry. His body was fixed on a five-hole iron yoke standing on the ground, with his neck, hands and feet all stuck in the holes of the yoke. His whole body was hunched in an uncomfortable posture, with many fingers of the red devils tickling his armpits and ribs, and an iron brush made of wire brushing his feet fiercely. This was why the boy laughed wildly. He clenched his fists hard, relying on the strength of his limbs to try moving the center gravity of his body forward, trying not to let his buttocks fall on the "ground" below. Under his buttocks was not an ordinary rock, but a red-hot iron plate. The boy had to keep his torso suspended in the air, otherwise he would sit on the smoking iron plate as soon as his buttocks lowered, and was forced to endure the extremely high temperature.

The young man laughed and persisted, but eventually he sat down due to exhaustion. A crackling sound came from behind his buttocks. He wailed in pain and quickly raised his body. His fleshy little buttocks became much redder due to the burning, but there were no scars. If the nerve tissue of the skin was damaged, the cruelty of the high temperature would not be felt. Hell will not let the prisoners escape from the pain from their senses.

Next to the boy stood a stone tablet with a line of words written in blood on it: Criminal Zhang Minghao, remaining sentence is 99,982 years.

The length of his sentence is enough to make people’s jaw dropped. Don't judge a person by his appearance. Don't be fooled by the handsome boy who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was an unforgivable kidnapper and murderer during his lifetime, with at least thirty lives on his hands. The victims imprisoned and tortured by him included not only adult men and women, but even many young boys and girls. The cruelty of his methods was enough to incur the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. He deserved it when he was sentenced to 100,000 years of torture by the judge of hell after his death.

Let's review the disgusting life of this perverted murderer from the beginning. The boy was from Tanmu County and was born in the early morning of January 4th, 1990. He was born by a young college student. Because her seedy boyfriend didn't wear any protection during their heated pleasure-seeking moments, the girl accidentally became pregnant. She was shocked and scared, but she didn't dare to have an abortion, so she had to throw the baby into a random public toilet cubicle on the street and then left in a hurry. The water in the pit was icy cold. The baby cried for only a moment and then stopped, as if his heart had been soaked and corroded by the cold dirty water and would no longer be affected by such useless emotions. On that extremely cold winter night, the temperature outside was only minus three degrees Celsius. If no one found him, the boy's life would not last more than an hour. Perhaps God couldn't stand it anymore, and a kind person who happened to go to the toilet found him and sent him to the county welfare home.

The boy survived, and spent the next six years in the welfare home. His life in the welfare home was extremely dull. Because of his reserved personality, the little boy had almost no friends, and he just sat alone on the slide in the yard every day, staring blankly. In 1996, a couple adopted him. The husband's sexual disability made his wife unable to have children, so they decided to adopt a boy from the welfare home. When they walked into the yard, they fell in love with the child playing on the slide at first sight. The boy had fair skin, brown eyes that constantly emitted an attractive glow, and a beautiful little teardrop mole. The couple was stunned, and they directly proposed to adopt him. They quickly completed the procedures and took the child home.

The husband of the adoptive parents was named Zhang, and they named the boy Zhang Minghao. Both of them were carpenters, and they were almost the best carpenters in the local area at that time.

Although their family was not rich, it was not a big problem for the boy to live a normal life. It is worth mentioning that the boy's degenerate behavior was directly related to his adoptive parents.

Everyone has desires and even evil thoughts hidden in their hearts. The Zhang couple also have unknown secrets. They are actually a despicable pedophile couple. The reason they adopted Zhang Minghao was not because of love, but because of their uncontrollable and ridiculous sexual desire. Tickling the boy's feet is their sexual fetish. The first thing they did after bringing little Minghao home was to take off his shoes and socks, and then get closer to him, carefully observing his chubby little feet.

The pair of tender feet are soft, white and clean, and each toe is as juicy as an expensive grape, which looks very appetizing. The couple is very satisfied. They use good skin care products to take care of Xiao Minghao's feet every day, so that the boy's feet can always maintain a smooth and pleasant appearance. The child was only six years old when he was first adopted. The Zhang family thankfully did not have much interest in children that youngn. They liked boys with a little more youthfulness. So at that stage, their priority for the child was mainly deplorable brainwashing through education. Since he came to the Zhang family, Zhang Minghao has been instilled with various knowledge related to tickling. His adoptive father told him that tickling is the true source of human joy and happiness. All other forms of beauty and  elation cannot compare with laughter stimulated by tickling. Before going to bed every day, the couple would tell the child many bedtime stories. Of course, these stories are all related to tickling. Among them, Xiao Minghao's favorite story is called "The Prince of White Socks and the Princess of Seven Kingdoms".

The protagonist of the story is a lively and lovely forest prince. His biological mother died of illness when he was very young. His father married a beautiful woman as the new queen a few years later. The queen always carried a talking magic mirror. She was very confident about her appearance, and was very petty behind her back. She did not allow anyone to be prettier than her. One day she asked the magic mirror: "Whose feet are the most beautiful in the world?" The magic mirror replied: "It is the prince with the white socks. Prince White Socks has the cutest and most sensitive feet in the world." The queen was very angry after hearing this. She vowed to eradicate her stepson with beautiful feet, so she soaked a pair of thin and expensive white socks in a pool of poison for thirty days. After the socks completely absorbed the poison, she found someone to secretly give it to the prince. The pair of white socks was well-made and exuded a fragrance. The prince liked it at first sight. He wore it on his feet without much hesitation and ran to the forest to play. It didn't take long for the poison to take effect, completely suppressing the most important source of life on the soles of the boy's feet, and the prince fainted.

The seven princesses in colorful clothes appeared on the stage. They met the prince who was already dead at the door of the forest hut. The prince's handsome appearance moved them immediately. The princesses lifted the prince to the bed and thought of different ways to save his life. The first princess kissed the prince's lips, the second princess cried on the prince's cheek, the third princess tried to wake the prince up with her singing, the fourth princess twirled and danced, and the fifth princess cooked delicious food, and the sixth princess rubbed his ankles hoping he would wake up...

As a result, the first six princesses all failed. The prince lay on the bed without any reaction, and there was still no life on his face. The princesses covered their faces and cried with regret, preparing to bury the prince who died young. At this time, the last little princess who was about the same age as the prince stood up. She sat at the end of the bed and took off the white socks on the boy's feet, and gently scratched the soles of his feet with her fingernails. The prince's feet curled up slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose. After a few seconds, he laughed heartily and lovely. A miracle really happened.

The stimulating tickling successfully dispelled the remaining poison on the soles of the boy's feet. The toxins were discharged from the skin of the soles of his feet with sweat, and the prince's life was successfully saved. Witnessed by the other six princesses, the little princess and the white-socked prince lived a happy life from then on.

Zhang Minghao pestered his adoptive parents to tell him this fairy tale, despite suspicions of plagiarism, over and over again. He loved it very much. He also loved many other stories, such as "Seven Calabash Brothers and the Long-fingered Snake Spirit", "Tickle Tracks in the Green Fields" and "Twenty Thousand Miles Barefoot". In less than half a year, Xiao Minghao was completely obsessed with the niche hobby of tickling. However, because he was too young, his adoptive parents only tickled him occasionally, and he rarely enjoyed the high-intensity tickling he really longed for. When he was a few years older, his adoptive parents began to tickle him more as a reward. As long as he had outstanding grades in school, he would be rewarded with an hour of tickling when he returned home. If his grades declined, he would be tied up and put on the bed when he returned home, with a comb, brush and other props next to him, so that Xiao Minghao could only watch his favorite tickling props next to him, but could not experience them directly. After being encouraged by this kind of reward and punishment mechanism, the boy soon achieved extremely excellent results in school, which made the Zhang family and his wife particularly proud.

Although the couple adopted the boy to satisfy their desires, they really cultivated Zhang Minghao as their successor. They were perverted, but they were calm and knew how to delay satisfaction. It was not until the boy was nine years old that the couple gradually revealed their desires. They began to watch pornographic videos of tickling with Xiao Minghao, and then frequently brought Xiao Minghao into the bedroom, and would pour out their love on his feet at any time. They wrote the words "Dad" and "Mom" on the boy's left and right feet respectively, and asked him to put his feet together when he was ticklish: "You don't want your parents to separate, right? Then don't separate your feet." Then the couple tickled their adopted son's feet one by one while doing the things adults do. Xiao Minghao's cute laughter blended with the panting of his adoptive parents making love, matching one piece of obscene sounds one after another. Such absurd games happened almost every week.

There is a saying that the law is loose and there is many loophole, but the Zhang couple paid the price of their lives before they could even wait for legal sanctions. On March 16, 2002, a cold and foggy day, Zhang's father was driving to deliver custom-made solid wood furniture for a customer. When turning, he unfortunately hit a small truck loaded with steel bars in front of him. A large amount of steel bars at the rear of the truck directly shattered the windshield and penetrated the entire interior. At the time, Zhang's mother was sitting in the passenger seat next to him.

Both his adoptive parents died in the accident. Zhang Minghao, who was only 12 years old, lay on the double bed filled with tickling props and cried loudly. He had been without parents since he was a child. He thought he had a family he could trust for life, but his adoptive parents left him again. It seemed that the god of fate was always playing a joke on him. In addition to the pain of losing his parents, he could no longer get the rewards from the Zhang couple. His desire for tickling was unstoppable… who would be able to tickle him in the future?

The boy still needed someone to take care of him. His homeroom teacher at school was a kind and amiable math teacher named Xue, who usually wore glasses and looked gentle. Because Xiao Minghao had excellent grades, he had been the math representative in the class since the first grade and helped the teacher run errands and did a lot of work, so Teacher Xue always liked him. Upon learning that the boy's adoptive parents had passed away, the loving Teacher Xue was heartbroken and offered to be the boy's guardian and take Xiao Minghao home to raise him. He didn't know that his overflowing love would eventually harm himself.

The boy's feelings towards the math teacher were just gratitude at first, but as time went on, he developed deeper more complicated feelings, the feeling of first love, and before long he completely fell in love with this male teacher who was seventeen or eighteen years older than him. Yes, he didn't think it was a big deal that the other person was a boy, love should transcend everything, right? He wanted to confess his love to Teacher Xue and be with him forever. That day was Minghao's fourteenth birthday, January 4, 2004. Teacher Xue bought him a big cake. The two sat at the dining table and clapped their hands to celebrate. The boy wore a colorful birthday hat and looked at the man he loved with a smile on his face. He confessed his love and told Teacher Xue all his thoughts, and expressed his desires that he had suppressed in his heart. He wanted Teacher Xue to tickle the soles of his feet, his armpits, and all the other sensitive places.

Xiao Minghao was extremely delusional. He mistakenly thought that Teacher Xue also liked him, but was just too shy to express it. But he was wrong. The man stood up from his chair with disgust plastered over his face and asked him if he had taken the wrong medicine today. After receiving a negative answer, he rejected the boy's courtship verbally, saying that his tickling habit was shameful and childish, and asked him not to mention it again in the future.

The boy whose confession was rejected fled back to his room and cried bitterly. He cried for a long time, but the crying suddenly stopped at a certain moment. He seemed to have suddenly become a different person from that point. Flames of hatred burned in his eyes. He felt that he was betrayed. Teacher Xue betrayed his sincere feelings and tarnished his belief in tickling. This made the boy extremely angry. He wanted to do something to make the man who hurt his feelings regret it forever.

After the lights were turned off late at night, the boy, who was only about 162 cm tall, opened Teacher Xue's door with a sharp fruit knife in his left hand. The man was sleeping soundly on his side on the bed, and bursts of snoring reached the boy's ears. Without any hesitation, he lifted the quilt and stabbed the man in the abdomen. Teacher Xue woke up from his dream with a pained cry, and looked at the boy he had raised for more than two years in disbelief. The boy calmly pulled out the sharp knife and held it in his hand, but did not stab him a second time. If the injury was too serious, it would not be in line with Xiao Minghao's perverted plan.

The man, bleeding profusely, gritted his teeth and raised his arm, trying to take the keypad phone on the bedside table, but the boy turned his back first, held the wall to steady his center of gravity, bent his right leg, and placed one of his bare feet on top of the phone, blocking all the buttons on the phone with the instep facing down. The man wanted to call 120 for help, he covered his abdomen with one hand and used the other hand to push Minghao's calf with all his strength, but he couldn't exert much strength. Helpless, Teacher Xue could only move his outstretched index finger to the boy's foot and scratch it as fast as possible, forcing the boy's right foot to move from the tickling, which was exactly what little Minghao wanted.

The devilish boy closed his eyes and enjoyed the wonderful tickling sensation brought by the fingers, with soft giggles coming out of his mouth: "Hehehehe~ Teacher Xue's fingers is tickling mehehehe~ But it's not enough to make me retreat!"

Hearing this deranged answer, the man's eyes were filled with fear, confusion and disappointment. He wondered if there was something wrong with his way of education. What had he done wrong? He kept thinking, but it never crossed his mind that some children were just born evil.

The man had no strength left, and his fingers were scraping slower and slower. He finally made a weak circle on the boy's soles, and then stopped moving. The boy immediately put his feet down, took out the bandages he had prepared in advance, and bandaged the wounds of the motionless man. After doing these things, he put his fingers into the man's mouth and nose, but there was no breathing at all. He began to get scared at this time, thinking that he had avoided stabbing the vital parts at that time, so how could Teacher Xue die like this? He just wanted to teach the man a lesson, not really want to kill him. In addition to regret, the boy began panicking more and terrified of what's to come. He removed the bandages he had just slapped on Teacher Xue, took away all the savings that the other party had placed in a cabinet, packed them and stuffed them into his suitcase, and then made a mess of his room, throwing pillows and quilts on the ground, breaking glass in the corners, and completely opening the windows, pretending that there was a crime scene where a gangster broke into the house, killed someone and kidnapped a child. After everything was handled properly, he secretly left home with his suitcase and threw the bloody murder weapon into the nearby river.

Little Minghao was not without a place to go. His late adoptive father's hometown was at the foot of a mountain in the suburbs dozens of kilometers away. Minghao went there once when he was ten years old. At that time, he went there to worship his ancestors. That day, he came to the grave near the ancestral house with incense in his hand under the guidance of his adoptive father, but found that the tombstone of his great grandfather was a little strange. There were two round holes of the same size in the center of the tombstone, and they were obviously drilled out later, destroying many small characters that should have been on the inscription. After the transformation, it might be more appropriate to call it a foot shackle made of stone rather than a tombstone. What happened next was predictable. His adoptive father asked him to sit on the ground behind the tombstone, take off his shoes and socks, and put his feet into the holes. Little Minghao did it obediently, and the Zhang family couple each held a few unlit incense candles and used these slender candle sticks to poke the boy's tender feet, calling it "worshiping the ancestors." To be honest, the car accident might have been caused by Zhang's ancestors who were angry and dragged the couple down to hell. After they died in that car accident, currently they must have been beaten a lot by their grandfather. .

Back to the house itself, this old house is right at the foot of the mountain. It is a two-story self-built small hut. After all, it is an old house built some years ago which certainly cannot be compared to a villa. The appearance is very simple and crude, the walls are gray and rustic, and the red tiles on the roof are broken. The whole house exudes a dilapidated atmosphere. A few years ago, there were several other buildings around the house. Later, all the neighbors were demolished, leaving only this lonely old house standing in the weeds. There is no one who had lived there for several miles around. It is indeed a good hiding place.

The boy lied that he was going back to his hometown to look for his relatives, and found a generous clueless driver to take him to a nearby place. He then walked a few kilometers to the old house. He found the spare key that his adoptive father had hidden for many years under the shoe cabinet at the door and successfully opened the door lock. Although the old house was covered with dust, it was still habitable. What made the boy most happy was the old diesel generator in the basement. With electricity, everything else would be easy. As for drinking water, there was a stone well outside the house which was still functional. Xiao Minghao could purchase food and diesel regularly every month. The savings he found from Teacher Xue's house amounted to as much as 150,000 yuan, which was enough for him to use for a long time at the price level at that time.

Zhang Minghao's life in hiding began on his fourteenth birthday. Thinking back to the night of the murder, the uneasiness in his heart had completely dissipated. He felt that he had not made any big mistakes. He had seen butchers slaughtering pigs, sheeps, and chopping meat. If these things should be commonplace, then it would not be surprising to take another person's life. After all, people will die one day, and what he did was just to bring this unchangeable ending forward. After thinking about these, Minghao no longer felt troubled or regretful about the death of Teacher Xue. He just felt a little lonely.

Hiding in the wilderness without anyone to accompany him, he could only stare at his feet in a daze every day. It was simply a fantasy to find someone to satisfy his itch.

As luck would have it, the boy found an old-fashioned air gun in the basement of the old house. The barrel was a little rusty, but it could still shoot bullets normally. It was simply a gift from God. With this powerful weapon in hand, the boy's evil thoughts were completely aroused. He thought that he could bring others to the old house by kidnapping, force them to play exciting tickling games with him, and then find a way to deal with the aftermath. This plan was soon implemented. After many twists and turns, Minghao purchased a series of things that needed to be prepared, such as sleeping pills, pesticides, hemp ropes, and many more. Then he started looking for optional prey.

Although there are very few people living near the old house, it is still very close to the mountain and one can occasionally encounter mountaineers passing by. The boy put sleeping pills in a disposable paper cup and offered them to thirsty tourists when they passed by. Who would have thought that a seemingly harmless boy would be a criminal who had killed someone? It didn't take long before an innocent person fell for it.

The first man who drank the drug was dragged to the basement by the teenager. His legs were tied together, but his hands were not restrained. This simple way of binding was only to prevent the victim from standing up from the ground, forcing him to lie down or crawl on the ground. The real deterrent was the shotgun in the teenager's hand. Xiao Minghao sat on a wooden chair in the basement, with his legs crossed in a relaxed manner with his feet in white socks. He stepped on the man's head with his feet to wake him up, then raised the shotgun in his hand, pointed it at the man's forehead, and stated his request to have his feet tickled.

"I'll give you one minute. If I don't laugh, you'll die."

The man looked horrified, and he grabbed the boy's white socks and began to scratch them with his fingers. He was very glad that the boy had very sensitive feet. After only 20 seconds, he was giggling from the ticklishness, and his slender white legs couldn't stop trembling. The boy had a lot of fun that day. He took off his white socks and the soles of his feet had been tickled by the man all night. He excitedly took off his pants and forced the man to masturbate him. But when he was exhausted, the man suddenly jumped on him with both hands and tried to grab the gun barrel in front of him. The boy quickly pulled the trigger and sent the dishonest man on the ground to the west wind.

This was the second person Zhang Minghao killed. He was not emotionally disturbed. After shooting, he cleaned up the body calmly, as if he was just cleaning up some garbage in his room. He wrapped the body in a rough cloth bag, dragged it to the woods a few hundred meters away, and buried his remains with a shovel. That was just the beginning. In the following months, the teenager caught many new victims, both men and women. Those with poor skills would be "discarded" by Xiao Minghao on the same day, while those with good tickling skills would be imprisoned for weeks or even months.

As the number of times he played around increased, the boy's taste became more and more difficult to satisfy. There is a saying that goes, high-end hunters always appear in the form of prey. Zhang Minghao is such hunter. He especially likes to play the game of "playing the role of prey". Just pointing a gun at the other party to coerce them into participating is not enough. It is more exciting to be tied up and tickled. He felt pleasure from just thinking about it, but if you don't have a gun, you have to rely on more advanced coercion methods.

At 8 o'clock in the evening on October 26, 2004, Zhang Minghao was strolling in the woods near his old house when he happened to find a green SUV parked in the woods. The body of the vehicle was vibrating slightly abnormally, and there were some humming sounds coming from inside. The young man walked quietly to the car window with a shotgun in his hand and saw a scene in the back seat that made him very excited. A young woman was tied up with red ropes, and a slightly plump man next to her was whipping the woman's plump buttocks with a small whip. It seemed that a young couple was playing an erotic game, and the man's binding method was quite professional, which made Xiao Minghao extremely appreciative. He had already imagined the scene of himself being tied up by the man and having his feet tickled.

The boy knocked on the car window impatiently, and the two people in the car were immediately frightened and dared not make a sound. Being caught by strangers playing S/M in the wilderness was both embarrassing and terrifying. The man came back to his senses from the shock, and his face was quickly covered with angry wrinkles. He loudly scolded the boy standing by the car door, but he didn't see the shotgun in the boy's hand. The next second, a bullet shot through the car window and hit the woman in the seat. The anger that had just surged in the man's heart was suppressed by fear again.

The slightly chubby man was held at gunpoint targeting the back of his head by a shotgun, and he walked into Minghao's residence tremblingly. The boy with a teardrop mole handed him a disposable paper cup filled with mysterious liquid, forcing the man to drink it all, and then told him that this was a cup of strong poison that would take effect on time in an hour, and the only life-saving antidote could only be provided by himself. This was the boy's way of threatening. He fed the man the prepared pesticide, and the pralidoxime used for detoxification was hidden in some safe place. He was going to feed him the antidote before the toxin was about to take effect. After all, it was not easy to catch someone who could play with ropes, and it would be a pity not to imprison him for a longer time to play with. Although this antidote can be bought in ordinary pharmacies, the man didn't know what kind of poison he drank after all, so he could only beg the boy in front of him with humility.

The game was played on a wooden table he had set up in the basement. The boy put the shotgun aside without hesitation, took off his clothes and pants, and lay naked in the middle of the table: "Uncle, you should tie me up the same way you tied up that aunt just now. Make sure it's strong enough."

The man was stunned, wondering if he had heard it wrong. Who would have thought that a perverted murderer who suddenly appeared in the wild would kidnap him just to experience the feeling of being tied up and tortured? Although he didn't understand, he had to do it to save his life. He tied the boy's arms behind his back with a hemp rope, tied his feet slightly crossed at the ankles, and finally tied his wrists and ankles with a thick rope, tying them into the classic BDSM posture.

Next, the man was taught by the boy how to tickle someone. The boy told him that he had to tickle him until he begged for mercy in order to get the antidote, otherwise he could only wait and windere what will happen when the poison take effect, which was equivalent to forcing the uncle to "torture" him. The uncle really didn't dare to even think of resisting at all. His slightly rough hands immediately scratched the boy's ribs and armpits very hard, especially when it came to the soft armpits, all his fingers were inserted into them without hesitation, rubbing and scratching the center of the armpits, making the tender and smooth armpit flesh sink and bounce. Xiao Minghao laughed and swayed on the table, his head shaking desperately, and tears were stained on the teardrop mole at the corner of his eyes, as if he was the kidnapped victim.

“Hohohohohahahaha, thahahahat fehehehehels gohohohohod~ Hehehehehe buhuhuhut ihihihihiit’s nhohohohot ehehehenohohohohohuhuhugh hahahahardeheheheher~”

After tickling his armpits and belly, the big man started tickling the boy's feet. Zhang Minghao's feet were very sensitive, even more ticklish than his armpits. When he felt ticklish, his toes would bump into and fight with each other. His cross-bound calves and ankles struggled hard against the hemp ropes, and his entire lower body was flapping on the table like a carp doing somersaults. This kid's brain was particularly obsessed with tickling, but his body couldn't stand it, and when he felt ticklish, tears would start rolling down his cheeks.

“Whohohohow ahahahahaha~ tihihihicklihihihing thehehehe shohohoolehehehehs ohohohof myahahahaah fehehehehehet fehehehehehels shohohohoho gohohohohohod hehehehehe~ tihihihicklehehehe fahahahasteheheher~ fohohohocuhuhuhs ahahahat myhehehe tohohohohehehes nehehehehext hahahahahaha~”

The uncle used his nails to scratch the soles of the boy's feet, heels, toes, and back at the soles like a crook. The ticklish boy laughed again and again, but he persisted for a long time and was unwilling to beg for mercy. Like previous times, he forced the victim to help him masturbate. This is basically a process that every unlucky guy caught by him must do. When it was nearly forty minutes after feeding the poison, the boy asked the uncle to brush jam on his feet and lick it with his tongue. The man picked up a paint brush, opened the jam bottle and began to dip the brush inside. When the bristles passed the soles of his pink adn sweaty feet, the boy burst into laughter again and hurled a lot of jam on the table. Then the uncle leaned over and began to lick, his tongue drilling into the gaps between the toes, and his teeth rubbed the fleshy soles of the feet again and again, making Xiao Minghao gasp.

Something unexpected happened. The pesticide the man drank took effect prematurely. He fell down with foam at the mouth. His fat body kept twitching on the ground, and soon there was no movement. It was a pity for Zhang Minghao that the man who was proficient in binding techniques died like this, but the boy have other issue to take care of at the moment, because he was still tied to the table. Minghao originally thought that the poison would take at least an hour to take effect, but the prediction was wrong. It took effect prematurely in just forty minutes. This time he was really a little panicked, because the man tied the rope very tightly, and he couldn't loosen it no matter how hard he struggled. At this moment, his hands and feet were sore and he couldn't use any strength at all. If he didn't get rid of the restraints quickly, it would be even more difficult to get out of the predicament from exhaustion. He might starve to death and die of thirst in such lewd posture. This way of dying is a bit too embarrassing even for the murderer.

Zhang Minghao remembered that there was a pair of scissors on the ground. He quickly adjusted his center of gravity and moved to the edge of the table, trying to land on the ground as smoothly as possible. However, he failed to control his posture and hit the ground head first, knocking him unconscious. After an unknown amount of time, waves of tingling spread from the soles of the boy's feet to his brain, waking him up from his coma. He felt a wave of ticklishness spread to almost every area of the soles of his feet, as if there were small things crawling on his soles. They were ants! There were many insects in the suburban environment, and the boy's soles were covered with sweet jam. Naturally, the little ants were attracted, and they quickly gathered to climb up his calves one after another, starting a jam party on the soles of Minghao's feet.

"Wahahahahaha, gohohohoho ahahahahwhahahahay~ ehehehehehe, sohohohoho ahahahannohohohoyihihihing~"

The tickling was so intense that the boy desperately twisted and turned to move towards the scissors which wasn't far away. When he got close, he rubbed the rope on his body against the blade, but he couldn't instantly cut the rope. He could only rub against the blade while enduring the maddening tickling. It took him about 30 to 40 minutes to finally get rid of the hemp rope. After getting rid of the ants on his feet, the boy kicked the man on the ground fiercely, while cursing: "Damn it, you almost killed me by not helping me untie me first."

After this experience, Minghao learned his lesson. After that, he would always keep a sharp knife at hand when playing bondage games with his victim. He killed about 9 victims when he was 14 years old. The data in the second year was even more terrifying, with the number of victims reaching 14 in just one year.

Gradually, ordinary binding and torture could no longer satisfy Minghao. He began to study those torture instruments that could combine tickling with death. Of course, these torture instruments would not be used on himself. This shameful young killer not only liked to be tickled himself, but also liked to watch other cute boys being tickled. Minghao's former adoptive father was an excellent carpenter. He watched his father work since he was a child. He was influenced by his father even though his experience was not comparable. It just so happened that there was an encyclopedia with pictures about ancient torture instruments on the bookshelf in the old house. The boy made a lot of unique torture racks in ancient styles according to the illustrations in the book, including a guillotine more than two meters high and a wooden triangle horse, which quickly filled up the not-so-spacious basement.

On July 14, 2005, a 16-year-old girl and her 12-year-old brother passed by the foot of the mountain near the old house. Their grandmother was about to have a birthday, and the two children wanted to pick some wild flowers for their grandmother. Unfortunately, they were spotted by Zhang Minghao and both were knocked unconscious by mineral water soaked with sleeping pills. Minghao threw the two unconscious children into the open-air compartment of an electric tricycle, covered them with a tarp to hide them from others, and transported them back to the old house smoothly.

The twelve-year-old boy woke up to find himself lying on a wooden platform, unable to move his limbs. All his clothes were stripped off, leaving only his underwear. A sharp knife was hanging on the top of the wooden frame above him. This was the guillotine made by Zhang Minghao. A wooden board with a slit just below the knife locked the boy's neck. There were two small holes on both sides of the neck, which locked the boy's hands on both sides of his neck. If the knife fell from above, the boy's hands and head would be doomed. The structure of the guillotine wasn't properly introduced. The wooden platform to lay flat was about 1.6 meters long, and at the end there was a rectangular wooden yoke board, which locked a pair of tender size 38 feet. Each toe of the boy was tightly tied by a thin rope ring fixed above the foot yoke, he couldn't even move a single inch away.

The boy's skin was wheat-colored, which was a relatively healthy type. He was neither pale nor dark. His facial features were much more prominent than those of his peers. Although he was not as handsome as Zhang Minghao, he was definitely eye-catching as a young boy. Next to the boy was his sister, who was four years older than him. The girl was not tied up, but just lying on the ground unconscious. Her treatment was generally better than her brother's. Although most of her clothes were taken off, her bra and underwear were still left on. The girl was so beautiful, with a youthful and beautiful face under her twin ponytails. She was tall and slender, but her breasts had not yet developed. She must be the most beautiful girl in her high school class.

Seeing that the boy had woken up, the culprit untied the rope that hung the guillotine from the bolt on the ground, soaked the end of the rope in chili oil prepared in advance for five seconds, and pulled it towards the boy's tightly closed mouth. The boy lying on the guillotine kept making whining sounds, but was unwilling to open his mouth to bite the end of the oily red rope.

"If you don't open your mouth, I will let go and the knife above your head will fall down. I will only count to three, 3… 2..."

With such a simple threat, the boy immediately compromised and bit the spicy oiled rope in his mouth with his teeth. Minghao stuffed the long rope into his mouth, because if the rope became too short, it would all slip out once it was loosened a bit. If it was longer, the error rate would be lower, and the boy could cheat by loosen his teeth a little more, so that the game could last longer.

As soon as the spicy oiled rope entered the boy's mouth, tears burst into his eyes. His nose runny and throat choking, he subconsciously wanted to cough but didn't dare to open his mouth. The shiny knife was still hanging above his head hanging by a rope. If he sneezed, the sharp blade would take the boy's life in an instant.

After the younger brother was arranged, it was the sister's turn. Zhang Minghao poured a basin of ice water on to the unconscious girl with twin ponytails to wake her up. Seeing her brother stuck in the guillotine, the girl's face turned pale and she could only lie on the ground trembling. She kept begging for mercy, saying that their family would give him any money as long as they released the two siblings. The evil boy had no money in his minds. He only recognized his own desires. After a burst of evil laughter, the boy explained the rules of the game to the two victims. The main objective was that the sister needed to tickle her brother's feet to force him to loosen the rope in his mouth. There were five things on the table, from left to right: an hourglass, a feather, a wooden stick, a brush, and lubricating oil. After the game starts, the hourglass will be reversed four times. The sand will flow for about five minutes each time, which is a total of 20 minutes. Each round unlocks the right to use a tool, which was stated. The lubricant will be unlocked simultaneously with the brush. Before the third round, the girl has no right to use the sharp nails on her hands, which is also to give the little boy a "protection period". If the sharp knife fails to fall after the four hourglasses have passed, then that means the brother wins, he can be released alive, but the sister will be killed by the guillotine instead of the brother. If the shar knife takes the brother away first within four times, the sister can go home. In short, it is a death game of two choices.

When the hourglass turned over for the first time, this girl was more afraid of death than he had imagined. Zhang Minghao thought that she would not have the heart to attack her brother, but after hearing the rules, the girl immediately took out the white soft feather and started to stroke her brother's feet. She swept the arch of the foot several times with the plume, and then stuffed the tip of the feather diagonally into the gap between the toes, pushing and pulling it back and forth on the delicate flesh. The toes of this little boy were tied with ropes, and he could not move at all without his sister trying to pry them off. He could only experience the feeling of the feather’s sharp tip freely jumping around between his toes with despair, and his closed mouth kept making a desperate humming sound.

The hourglass turned upside down for the second time, and the panicked sister took out a wooden stick. This thing was much sturdier than a feather, and the effect of tickling vital parts of the boy’s with this is much better. The girl pinched the middle of the stick hard, and used the hard tip to poke the boy's delicate arch up and down. The little boy tried desperately to curl up his feet, but he was once again struggling with the thin ropes that tied his toes back. In the end, he could only resist with a small tremor vibrating his body. After she finished traveling the boy's arch, the wooden stick began to take place in the center of his foot, and starting drawing circles and lines at the very ticklish center, practically stabbing the boy to death. There was only one wooden stick, and the sister's other hand was not idle, so she turned the feather over and used the rough tip to scratch the sole of the other foot. She used the harsh methods on both soles of the feet. After a few dozen seconds, she exchanged the props in her left and right hands, making it impossible for the white and tender feet in front of her to get used to the texture of the "weapon". The boy kept making muffled laughing sounds, but his eyes were fixed on the blade dangling above his head. He must not forget that he was still in a dire situation, and he could not relax his mouth no matter how ticklish he felt.

Ten minutes passed and the hourglass turned over for the third time. The little girl finally got the permission to use her nails. The nails on her hands were slightly long and sharp at the ends. The effect of her ten nails combined was much better than any wooden sticks or feathers. She threw away the props in her hand that were in the way and used her extremely flexible nails to dig into the soles of her brother's feet.

She scratched really hard, never using the fingertips to make sure her nails dug into the flesh. Red bruises were visible on the soles of his feet with almost every scratch. Her finger techniques were deadly. Ten of her nails scratched the area around the soles of feet frantically. After clearing out the surrounding "villages", they gathered together to besiege the most sensitive "main city". The nails came from all directions, skillfully scratching the soft soles of feet. The little boy's feet were shaking as if he had an epileptic seizure, and his legs were shaking violently, making the wooden platform creak.

"Mmmmppphhhhh~ Mmmmmmpppphhh~"

"Don't shake too much. The stand I made isn't solid. If the knife falls on you, don't blame me."

The boy instantly calmed down when he learned that sudden information. He dared not shake his body anymore. The guillotine did look a bit crudely made. The sawdust on the wooden frame had not been cleaned up, and the nails at the joints of the wood were not that strong. If it was shaken hard enough, it might collapse. After all, Zhang Minghao was only fifteen years old at that time, and his workmanship could not be compared with those old carpenters.

"No, I still can't do it..."

The strange thing is that the girl had been scratching very hard before, but she suddenly stopped after a few minutes. Perhaps she recalled the days and nights she had spent with her brother, and the affection between the siblings softened her heart. She couldn't bear to kill her brother. She gently rubbed the boy's soles with both palms, gently helping him to dispel the remaining itching on the soles of his feet. The brother lying on the guillotine shed tears of gratitude. He carefully adjusted his breathing frequency. He really couldn't stand it after such a round of nail torture. Fortunately, he stopped in time, giving him a chance to breathe.

But is his sister really so kind? In fact, not at all. Just when the boy relaxed his vigilance, the tickling crept into the soles of his feet again, directly breaking his extremely weak psychological defense. His sister put the four fingers of both hands together and scraped into the fragile soles of his feet, like a cat scratching their claws on a carpet, successfully attacking her brother. The boy subconsciously loosened his teeth, and the rope in his mouth quickly slipped out. Fortunately, the last bit of the rope was bitten by his teeth in time and did not slip away completely. The rope slipped due to inertia, and it slipped out a short section with friction, leaving only the last few millimeters in the boy's mouth. As long as his teeth were loosened for even a few tenths of a second, the rope would be completely out of the boy's control.

Seeing that her brother survived the sudden attack, the sister's expression was first surprised, and then she secretly revealed a bit of disappointment. It is understandable that they are now placed on the opposite sides of life and death, and even family affection of the past cannot offset the fear of death. It cannot be blamed on the little girl for being cruel, but only on Zhang Minghao, the vicious pervert.

"Mmmmmmppphhh!!! Mmmmmmppphhh~"

"Brother... *sobs* brother... I'm sorry, but I don't want to die either."

The little girl apologized, but her hands showed no mercy. She aligned her nails vertically and drove over the arch of his foot, which became a track, like a high-speed train. After more than ten round trips, the carriages separated. Each nail found a spot of tender flesh and scratched it. The boy was desperate. The trust between him and his sister had completely destroyed. It seemed that their flesh and blood had turned into enemies in an instant. The mixed feelings he felt were definitely not something that ordinary people could understand.

The hourglass turned upside down for the fourth time, the brush and lubricant were handed to the little girl. The bottle filled with oil was quickly unscrewed, and the transparent liquid flowed down from the boy's toes. After the liquid spread all over the soles of his feet, the girl rubbed it vigorously with both hands, wishing that every part of the boy's feet would be fully moisturized by the oil. The chubby little feet were covered with a layer of crystal liquid, which appeared sparkling under the light, smooth and tender. The big brush with hard bristles did not pity this pair of lovely tender feet, and it was pressed against the flesh of the boy's left foot and pulled horizontally. A large number of bristles wetted by the oil rubbed and pushed against the skin. At the same time, the girl's other free hand grabbed the boy's right foot, and the nails gliding extremely easy under the effect of lubrication, and slid very quickly on the pink sole of the foot.

"Mmmmmppphh! Mmmmmppphhhhhh!!!"

The boy's whimpering became more and more dramatic. He felt a huge wave of tickling rushing into the soles of his feet and then directly into his brain. An invisible force caller laughter was trying to pry open his tightly closed teeth. He wanted to laugh. He really wanted to laugh his cute head off. His upper and lower jaws were getting harder and harder to control. The horrific scene of himself being cut off by the guillotine appeared in his mind, and the boy was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. This was already the last round. As long as he could survive, he would survive. He kept motivating himself in his heart and tried to hold on a little longer.

As time starts running out, the crazier the sister in charge of tickling the feet became. She even changed the way she held the brush. At first, she held the wooden handle casually, but later she felt that the strength and speed were not enough, so she directly wrapped her palm around the back of the brush body, and held the brush body with five fingers stuck on both sides of the bristles, holding the brush body, and holding the handle brush tightly like she was "holding a soap" posture, and then rubbed her brother's soles violently. The poor boy was trembling constantly, and the soles of his feet were brushed blood red, as if the skin was about to be broken. The feeling was painful and ticklish, getting closer and closer to the boy's limit. The speed of the brush was always accelerating, almost to the point where it could brush the soles of the feet four times in one second. The boy's tears were streaming, and despair spread in his mind. His expression became more and more distorted, and the rope in his mouth trembled slightly with his body. The hateful spicy taste was still lingering in his mouth, and a lot of spicy juice even choked into his lungs when he breathed. It's no good, he can't stand it at all!

“Mmmmmppphh…! AahAHAHAHAHAHA-”

"Crack"

After being ravaged by the bristles for more than two minutes, the boy's teeth finally gave out. A hasty laugh replaced his pitiful sobs. The rope slipped out of his mouth and death came in an instant. The boy watched the knife on his neck fall down but could do nothing. He laughed and closed his tearful eyes. His lovely laughter was cut off forever in an instant. The thin boy's head and body were separated, and his beautiful life was forever frozen at the age of twelve.

"Waaaaaah! B-brother~" The girl who pushed her brother into the abyss with her own hands burst into tears after winning. After all, they were a pair of siblings who had a close relationship and were able to travel together. If they had not drunk the mineral water handed to them by Zhang Minghao, they might have been having dinner together in a hotel restaurant at this moment. Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

The girl was crying and shaking, but she only dared to face the ground. She couldn't bear to look at her brother's miserable state. It was not a scene that a 16-year-old girl could accept. Her tears fell on the ground, pain, self-blame, and all kinds of emotions surged in her mind.

"Congratulations, you won, feel free to go if you want."

The boy announced the result of the competition casually and threw the girl's clothes on her. The prize was so simple. The girl hurriedly put on her coat and crawled towards the stairs not far away. She wanted to leave this bloody basement before the boy changed his mind.

"Bang"

Just as the girl climbed up the fourth step, a gunshot was heard from behind. She fell down, her hands reaching out unwillingly towards the exit.

"HAHAHA… I only told you could leave the basement alive, I didn't tell you could go home safe and sound!" The despicable boy blew the smoking muzzle of the gun, picked up the mop by the wall and said to himself: "I was careless, I should have asked her to clean up the mess first, now I have to do it alone again."

Zhang Minghao was so cruel. After the guillotine, he made many other torture instruments by himself and "invited" many victims to experience them. Of course, none of these poor people who entered the basement could get out alive. They were all tortured in extreme ways by the teenager. Minghao later modified the earliest guillotine. He sawed the foot shackle into two pieces with a knife gap, and installed a new guillotine platform on top, which meant that the victim had to face two guillotines on the neck and ankles at the same time. The rope in the mouth corresponded to the guillotine on the foot, and the rope corresponding to the guillotine on the neck would be tied directly to the victim's ankle. That is to say, after the victim loosens the rope in his mouth, the guillotine on the foot will fall down first to cut off the feet, and cut off the rope tied to the ankle. At this time, the guillotine on the neck will fall down one step later, allowing the victim to experience one more second of pain to die in the tragic way.

Fortunately, the perverted boy met his end before he could find new prey to test the improved double-ended guillotine.

On September 7, 2006, Zhang Minghao, a 16-year-old boy with height about 168 cm, was shot in the back by a tranquilizer arrow while looking for a target in the mountains. Before he fell into a coma, he saw more than a dozen men and women approaching him slowly. They all wore black masks and their faces could not be seen clearly, but their true identities were actually easy to guess. Zhang Minghao has killed more than 30 people in his life. These people wearing masks are all relatives of the victims. Among them are the victims' lovers and children, parents and friends. Among them is even an old man with white hair who looks at least 70 years old. After years of searching, the families of these missing relatives finally found the bodies of the victims in the woods not far from Minghao's home. They did not choose to report the case, but continued to investigate privately. They soon found the teenager as the murderer of their relatives, so the above scene happened.

For the victims' families, using legal means to put Zhang Minghao in jail is not enough to vent their anger. Although the teenager's means of committing the crime were very inhumane, the judge would definitely give him a heavy sentence, but he was not an adult yet when he committed the crime, and it might be difficult to sentence him to life imprisonment in the end. How can this comfort the souls of countless victims?

Instead of doing this, it is better to execute this vicious teenager by lynching and making him apologize to the deceased family and friends in person.

At noon on the second day after the successful arrest operation, several loud slaps were given to Zhang Minghao in the face, waking him up from his coma. The stripped teenager had bruises all over his body and many shoe prints on his belly. The lynching took place in the basement of the old house. The many torture instruments made by the teenager had been dismantled by the angry family members with hammers, and the wooden strips and wood chips were scattered all over the floor.

The leader of this group of people is a young man in his twenties. Zhang Minghao actually recognizes his appearance. This man is Mr. Xue's younger brother. He has a deep friendship with his brother. When he learned that his brother was killed, he was furious. He quit his job in anger and investigated the case privately since.

The man was actually deceived by the evidence left at the scene at first. He thought that Zhang Minghao was kidnapped by the gangsters, so he vowed to find the murderer and rescue his brother's adopted son. In the past few years of searching, he gradually learned about the frequent disappearances of tourists in this area. His intuition told him that the disappearances were directly related to his brother's death, so he led the families of the missing to set up a search team. In the end, the hard work paid off. More than a dozen corpses were found by them, and the truth finally surfaced. He really couldn't believe that the boy he wanted to save at the beginning was the culprit of countless tragedies.

"Everyone, let's stop for a moment and let this little beast catch his breath. Then please allow me to say a few words. We are all gathered here today to avenge our relatives and friends. This shameful murderer killed more than 30 victims to satisfy his perverted animalistic desires, including my poor brother. My brother kindly adopted this ungrateful person, but he brutally killed my brother and then killed many other innocent people. He is so vicious at such a young age, which is really shocking. Today, let's end the life of this shameful thing together."

"Okay! Kill this beast!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The masked people stared at the kneeling boy fiercely, as if they were going to rush up and crush him to pieces in the next second. The boy with bruises all over his limbs had an indifferent expression, as if this trial had nothing to do with him. He was not afraid of death at all. He could kill others without blinking an eye, so why would he be afraid when it was his turn? At least that's what he thought before the execution.

"Are you really so anxious to take my life? Hahaha, I wasn't in a hurry at all when I killed them. They are just a bunch of cowardly trash." The evil young man was extremely arrogant. He didn't forget to curse the people in front of him even when he was about to die.

Xue Di stared at the boy with disdain, veins popping out on his forehead: "Don't worry about this, we are not in a hurry, we will make you admit your mistake first."

Before he could finish his words, several men rushed forward and pressed the delicate naked boy to the ground. His back was flat on the ground and his legs were stretched to the left and right like a split. Two semicircular iron handcuffs pressed his ankles to the ground, and four thick iron nails were inserted into the upper and lower nail holes of the two handcuffs. A hammer then smashed the thick nails into the floor. The iron handcuffs nailed the boy's feet to the dirty stone ground, causing his legs to ache.

Then a unique iron collar with an "iron braid" was put on the boy's neck. It was called an "iron braid" because two closely connected shackle rings were welded to the back of the collar, which looked like a short braid from the side. The two shackle rings were not responsible for locking the wrists, but the middle part of the two forearms. Zhang Minghao's elbows were bent greatly, and his arms were stuffed into the iron rings behind his neck from the left and right sides. His forearms overlapped and cushioned behind his neck, which was equivalent to the posture of lying on a pillow, exposing his armpits to a large extent.

"Zhang Minghao, we want you to experience the feeling of being killed by your own shameful hobby." The family members sat down around the boy, with brushes, combs, and feather sticking out menacingly in the hands of different people. These tickling props were searched out of the cabinets in the old house, and they were all "treasures" that Zhang Minghao had collected for a long time.

As for how and why Zhang Minghao killed people, this bold teenager recorded it all in a booklet. It was after reading this "Memories of Murder" diary that the victims' families finally learned the details of their loved ones'. All the crimes were actually caused by this perverted teenager's habit of tickling. They found it difficult to understand, but they were in urgent need of revenge. They wanted to punish him with the thing that the teenager was most obsessed with and loved the most: tickling punishment. Of course, it was not just tickling. Two large stacks of rice paper were brought over, along with two wooden buckets used to draw water from the well, all filled with cold water. These seemingly useless things were the weapons that later executed Zhang Minghao.

The boy lying on the ground doing splits saw the rice paper placed aside and probably guessed the end he was about to face. He had read about this kind of punishment in the book recording torture. The general method was to cover the prisoner's face with rice paper soaked in water, slowly stacking it up one by one, so that the prisoner's mouth and nose could not breathe at all, suffocating to death painfully under the thick wet rice paper. The book said that the prisoners who died this way usually experience them in a very miserable way. It was impossible for the boy to say that he was not afraid, but he thought about it. He had killed enough people in his life. Now it was his turn to experience the pleasure of being killed. It was a worthy death. What's more, the death method was his favorite tickling. So many people came to tickle his naked body, and he was so happy just thinking about it.

"I see this kid is quite excited. Aren't we letting him off easy?"

"Don't worry, he won't be so arrogant later."

The family members sat cross-legged around the boy's body. Five people sat around his upper body, one facing the top of his head, and the other four squeezed around his waist and abdomen. Three people sat under the boy's legs, one girl facing his buttocks, and two men just reached his calves. Of course, there were more than just these three people responsible for torturing his lower body. There was an extra man and a woman at both ends of his feet, and they were already poking the soles of the boy's feet with their fingers.

The ten people were lucky enough to participate in the execution. The others did not participate because it was too crowded. They all stood in a circle and watched. Of course, many people stayed away, unable to bear to watch this cruel execution. A couple left with their newborn baby in their arms, and an old woman squatted in the corner crying with her face covered. Although they also wanted to avenge their relatives, such a scene was indeed not acceptable to everyone.

"Criminal Zhang Minghao, you have brutally murdered dozens of victims. Your crime is unforgivable. Now I am going to execute you. Do you have any last words?"

"Haha, you better make sure I'm dead later. If I survive, none of you will be able to escape. I will kill you all!"

Zhang Minghao knew that he was in great danger, so instead of begging for mercy in a cowardly manner, he might as well satisfy his desire to talk nonsense, which could be regarded as a way to maintain his last bit of dignity.

"Okay, it seems there is no need for negotiation. Execute him immediately!"

The leader gave signal to start the execution, and the people sitting around the boy immediately began tickling his body. The first to be kneaded was Zhang Minghao's soft waist. The people on both sides of his waist used their palms to rub his waist and abdomen, sometimes lightly and sometimes roughly, and soon the boy smiled. The sides of his neck were then covered by women's nails. The long nails swept back and forth along the iron collar on his neck, and occasionally got into the gap between the collar and the neck and scratched inside. For the "experienced" little Minghao, this little tickling was easy to bear. He even though it was very comfortable.

"Mmmpphehehhe~ It feels so good~ Hehehehe~ Can you tickle harder? Hahahaha, haven't you guys eaten yet?"

Zhang Minghao's request was soon met. Tough fingers began to fall on his thighs, kneading the soft flesh on the inside of his two white legs. The hard nails dug into the boy's flat knees, scraping from the inside of the thighs to the inside of the calves. The ticklish joints were not only the knees, but also the boy's elbows and armpits. Many fingers crawled into his armpits like small bugs, rubbing and caressing the soft flesh. The boy's hands were cushioned behind his neck, and it could be said that he had no ability to defend himself. He didn't want to defend himself either. He just wanted to be tickled. Of all the parts, the boy was most immersed in his feet. Two feather were rolling on his arches. The wonderful fluffy plume caressed his sensitive soles, continuously sending him a comfortable ticklish flow.

"Mmmppphahahahah, t-this is the right way to tickle me. Hohohohohoho Good job, hahahahahaha, good job everyone~"

Everything was going well for the boy. He didn't hate being tickled at all and thought the stronger they tickled him, the better. However, such confidence might just be based on the fact that he had never experienced such tickling that was really close to his limit. It was a different kind of blind arrogance.

What just transpired were just appetizers. Before the tickling escalated, it was time for the angry crowd to let the boy experience a little dread of being on the verge of death. A large piece of rice paper was covered on the boy's face, but without being wetted by water, the rice paper alone could not fit the boy's face. There were many gaps on the top and bottom and on the sides which leaks air. This is when the bucket came into play. Zhang Minghao vaguely saw through the rice paper in front of him a strong man picking up the bucket and pouring cold well water at an angle. The boy's cheeks were instantly covered with cold air, and the rice paper wetted by water immediately softened and completely attached to his face. He hurriedly exhaled and successfully blew the paper upwards to open a small gap, and barely took a breath.

The deterrent effect of one piece of rice paper was far from enough to scare the boy, so there was a second piece, and a third piece. These thin pieces of rice paper were laid out one after another like stacking cards, and soon they were all soaked with water, revealing the hazy outlines of Minghao's facial features. The boy could no longer breathe, and no matter how hard he tried to inhale, he couldn't breathe in any gas. The wet papers blocked his mouth and nose, and he finally experienced the horror of being suffocated.

"Mmmmpph? Mmmmmppph~ Mmmpphh!!"

The tickling before was just child's play. At this time, everyone started to get serious. The fingernails in the armpits began to rotate and drill at the very center of his armpits. The nearby ribs and waist and abdomen were all plucked by fingers back and forth. People shook their wrists leisurely, letting the dangling fingers wander on his belly. The inner thighs were more than just rubbed. The hard nails sank into the white and tender leg skin and dug hard. Red marks were left on his thighs. The boy trembled violently and laughed because of the ticklishness. His feet were completely curled up. Many fingers scraped back and forth on the soles of his feet, carving and flattening the wrinkled flesh on the soles of his feet. The feeling was no longer comfortable, but something that could take his life at any time.

"Mmmmppppphhhh! Hhhhmmmmmmmm!!"

The boy tried hard to turn his head and use his shoulder to rub the paper off his face, but the iron collar was so tight that he couldn't turn his head at all. The horrible stack of wet rice paper couldn't be blown up now, and even if he stuck out his tongue, he couldn't break it. How helpless he finally felt.

Zhang Minghao's lungs became increasingly hot, and there was no air flowing in his trachea, as if his throat was blocked by a plug. His brain slowly becoming increasingly dizzy, as relentless ticklish sensation was stirring havoc throughout his body, competing for his body's remaining strength. This made him feel particularly painful. Tickling should be a source of joy, pleasure, and happiness, but how could it torture him so much? This made the young man, who had always been obsessed with tickling, feel his faith collapse, as if he had been betrayed again. His parents had betrayed him, Teacher Xue had betrayed him, and now even his favorite ticklish sensation had betrayed him. Only at this moment did Zhang Minghao realize how pathetic he was.

Just when the boy was about to drown under the rice paper, a finger pokes a hole in the wet paper above his mouth. Cool air immediately pours into the small hole and is sucked into the mouth of the flushed boy. He survives for now.

“Haaaaah~ Haaaaaaaah… H-huuuuhh..”

The young man was breathing heavily as if he had survived a disaster, there was no trace of pride on his face anymore. He was extremely frightened inside, but he still clenched his teeth and did not say any word of mercy.

After just a few seconds, the hole punctured by the fingers was covered again by a new layer of rice paper. People scratched the boy's armpits, ribs and soles harshly. The child struggled violently, swaying his upper body from side to side, rubbing his shoulders and back on the rough ground to relieve the tickling wrecking all over his body. His two feet nailed to the ground with iron handcuffs had no room to move, and they tried hard to swing in all directions, uselessly avoiding the fingers invading the soles of his feet. Of course, this pair of bare feet that liked to move around were soon captured by people's hands, and they no longer had the ability to swing freely.

Layer after layer, the rice paper was stacked to the seventh layer. The family members' scratching methods also changed a lot. Some used feather to tease his neck and belly button, some used brushes to brush his pink armpits, and some stuffed their hands on both sides of his private parts and scratched the junction between the thighs and buttocks. The soft toes on his feet had been pried apart with fingers, and the rapidly rotating electric toothbrush was inserted into the gap between the toes, making a loud buzzing sound. The other toes that were not pried apart kept rubbing against each other and shaking, which showed how uncomfortable it must be.

Behind the squatting family members were placed medical kits, respirators and other rescue equipment. They were worried that the teenager would die suddenly due to unexpected reasons while being tortured, so they "thoughtfully" prepared those equipments, they would definitely let him suffer before truly leaving the world.

"AHAHAHHAHA PLEAHAHAASHEHE~ IHIHIHIHI WAHAHAHAS WHRHOHOHONG HUHUHUHUH… IHIHIHIHI WAHAHAHAHS WHROHOHOHOHHONG AHAHAHAHAHA. IHIHIHIHIHIHI AHAHAHAHAM GUHUHUHIHIHIHILTY, DOHOHOHON'T KIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHEH, JAHAHAHAHAIL! STOHOHOHOHOP THEHEHEHEHEHE TIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHHNG!!!”

After enduring several rounds of water torture, the young man finally couldn't bear it anymore, and when the rice paper was pierced for the third time, he cried and begged for mercy to the people around him. He no longer cared about his dignity before death, and only hoped to win everyone's sympathy by begging in a humble manner. His pleading seemed to work, and the woman next to him grabbed the edge of the rice paper and peeled off all the wet paper.

“I-i really wasn't thinking straight at the time. I didn't mean to kill them. It was all an accident. I… I will atone for my sins, really… ah, really."

The young man's face was pale, and his tear-filled eyes could not hide the look of fear. He was already scared. He used to think that the guys he killed were particularly cowardly for crying before dying. Now that it was his turn, he could finally empathize with them. Death was by no means something to be taken lightly. It was a fear that came from the heart, as if every cell in his body was screaming and trembling. The courage and dignity in his heart had been deserted and could not be retrieved.

"What if I tell you that you have to be tickled and suffocated to death under the rice paper today, what will you do? Continue to shout and curse us?" The leading man looked at the boy lying on the ground doing the splits with a smile, and did not forget to stimulate him with a few more words.

“Nohohoho, I-i was really wrong… I… I… I’m just a child… H-huhuhuhihihihi, please give me a chance to live…”

"You're not a fucking child anymore, you're worse than an animal."

"Don't listen to his empty words, let's move on."

The family members surrounding the teenager couldn't stand it anymore. They all glared at Zhang Minghao in anger. One of them took out an oil-based pen from his pocket and pointed the tip of the pen at the teenager's abdomen. Two or three words were neatly written on the upper left corner of the boy's belly. These were the names of his victims. The family member wrote the name of his deceased relative on the murderer as proof of successful revenge. The people around him followed suit and used the boy's belly as a monument to his victims. One by one, black names were carved on his belly. This feeling was really ticklish. He regretted it, thinking that he really shouldn't have killed so many people, especially those with more strokes in their names. The name on the right side of his belly button had been written for a long time. It should be a four-character name, and the strokes were particularly complicated, as if someone was drawing on his belly.

“Mmmppphehehehehe sthohohohop wrihihihihiitihihiihihhing… Ihihihhihit tihhihhihihcklehehehes~”

"Don't you like being tickled? Why would you change your mind now?"

Before being tortured, the boy was really fond of tickling, and he wished he could spend every minute of every day and every hour in pleasant scratching. But when the ticklish feeling that he enjoyed most in his daily life was combined with suffocation, the desire to escape derived from the will to survive arose in his brain, as if his brain received not the pleasant tingling sensation, but an extremely deadly toxin.

"Little beast, we'll give you another chance to live. If you can read out the names on your belly accurately, we won't kill you but will send you to jail instead."

"I… I-i… I-i don't… remember them..."

The leading man was obviously deliberately making things difficult for Zhang Minghao. These names were written on his abdomen with several pens at the same time. Not to mention all of them, even if he was asked to read only one name, the boy could not recognize it. Seeing that the boy was hesitant, the few people who had just written the name stretched out their index fingers and wrote several times with their fingernails pointing at the black notebook. In an instant, eight or nine fingers poked up, twisting and turning on the boy's white and tender belly. The sensitive Zhang Minghao was too busy laughing, so how could he even remember any name? His neck was stuck by the collar at the moment, and his perspective could not be lowered at all, let alone sneak a peek at the black words on his belly.

“Mmmppphehehehe hahahahahaha ihihihiht’s tohohohoh tihihicklihihihsh~ gihihiveheheh mehehehe anahahatohohohehehr chahahahanchehehe!"

“Give you one more chance? Even if we give you ten times, you wouldn't be able remember it. Do you even know the name of the victims you've killed?! It seems that you have no intention of repenting. Cover his face with rice paper and let's continue the torture."

"Nohohohoho! Nohohoh nohohoho nohohoho~ Ahahahahaha brhohohohotheheheher... bihihihihihig brohohohohotheheheher... plehheheheahahahasehehehe~"

Hearing that the water torture was going to continue, the boy was so scared that his legs went limp, he cried and begged, showing himself to be even more cowardly than the victims he had killed before. The family members would never let this bad guy go, and immediately handed him wet rice paper to cover the boy's terrified face.

The ticklish feeling came again. A large hard-bristled brush was dipped in oil and stuffed into his armpits, stirring it around. A lightweight comb was pulled back and forth on his thighs and soles. In an instant, rustling sounds of friction could be heard from all over the boy's body. The bristles and teeth of the brush diligently plowed his ticklish flesh, making it impossible for him to concentrate on holding his breath.

"Mmmmmppphhh~ mmmmmmm~ mmmmmmmphhhhh~"

The execution process was the same as before. Layers of rice paper were piled up on the boy's face, and holes were poked every one and a half minutes to let him breathe. The process was not particularly smooth, and there was a particular moment. The man and woman in charge of tickling the soles of the feet were slightly shaken after seeing the boy's miserable reaction, and looked at their leader with difficulty. This was a couple in their forties. It is worth mentioning that their children were the siblings who had died in the guillotine duel. The couple's hearts were a little too soft. Even though the murderer who killed their flesh and blood was lying in front of them, they still retained a trace of mercy.

"Don't want to do it? Do I need to show you two his disgusting notes again? This little bastard wrote down every word of how painful our loved ones were when they passed away. Don't be fooled by his appearance! He says he regrets it now because we caught him, but he is not regretting the evil deeds he committed. If we didn't pin him to the ground, this kid would definitely be releasing his animal desires somewhere else. Never empathize with animals. He has no mercy when killing people, and we shouldn't have any either."

The leading man's words successfully awakened the timid couple. Their originally gentle looks were instantly filled with hatred, and the couple continued to scratch the soles of the boy's feet, scratching much harder than before. The husband waved a large bristle brush, and the wife used her flexible fingernails to scratch and pound the boy's soles.

“AHAHAHAUHUHUHUHUHU HUHUHUHUHAAHAHAHAHAHAH... HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASHEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHOH MOHOHOHOHREHEHEHE!!”

The rice paper on the boy's face was pierced again, and the whimpering sound was immediately replaced by desperate laughter. The people around him did not give him a chance to rest, even with short breaths they continued to scratch his ribs and neck. They had vented enough of their anger, and it was time to start the final execution.

"Zhang Minghao, you wrote it very clearly in your notes. Every victim was forced to give you a hand job, right? That's disgusting. Okay, we can give you one, too. The rules are simple. As long as you can hold your cum, we will keep giving you air. But if you do cum, we won't remove the rice paper from your face. Try to suppress your sexual desire, or you'll die."

"NOHOHOHOHHOHOHHOHOHOHO~ NOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHHOHOHOHO~ PLEHEHHEAHAHAHSHEHEHEHEMMMMMMPPPHHHHH-"

Before the boy finished speaking, new wet rice paper was put on his face, and his red cheeks were cooled by ice water again. Someone began to touch the hairless penis in his lower body. It was the woman sitting between his legs. She had short hair and red-framed glasses. She looked about 25 years old. Her newlywed husband was killed by Zhang Minghao a year ago. Everyone could see the anger on the woman's face at this time. She held the boy's lower body with one hand and stroked it violently. With the other hand, she stretched out her index finger and gently scratched the opening slit of the glans with the tip of her nail, which made Xiao Minghao feel painful and sore. The red and tender glans was extremely sensitive. How could it withstand such stimulation? After a while, the whole penis stood up, and was wrapped in the palm of the hand, ready to bloom.

In order to cooperate with the woman's technique, most of the people responsible for tickling slowed down their speed and replaced their tools with feathers, sticks, or other props for teasing, gently brushing the armpits and lower abdomen. Only the couple who were tickling the toes were unwilling to let up.

The husband was still brushing the boy's soles with a comb, and the wife's eyes were red, her nails repeatedly scratching the soles of his feet like sharpening a knife. Because of this, Zhang Minghao's whimpering showed no sign of abating.

"MMMMPPHHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHHH!!"

"Don't worry you won't die yet, foul beast. We will keep helping you break through this layer of paper as long as you don't ejaculate."

The evil boy was moaning obscenely as his cock was being stroked. There were many wet, hollowed out rice papers on the ground beside him, but they were not all the papers that had visited the boy's face. Several wet papers were stuffed into Zhang Minghao's mouth by the angry family members, forcing the boy, who was being tickled and laughing madly, to swallow them.

The woman with glasses stroked the cock very decisively, her mind was full of her dead husband. Her lover must have been extremely desperate when she was stroking the boy's cock. Now she was doing the same thing just minutes before her husband's death, but the situation was completely opposite. It was no longer to please this disgusting beast, but a kind of humiliation before killing. She tightly grasped the boy's handle, and her fingers constantly teased the sensitive penis up and down, sending him fatal pleasure.

"Mmmmmmppphhhhh~Ahahahahaha hehehehehlp heheheheheheehelp~ hahahahahahaha stohohohohopmmmmmnppphhh!"

The boy's penis had secreted enough liquid, and the pleasure gathered in his lower body were unstoppable. He knew very well that he couldn't stop ejaculating soon… He couldn't indulge in this fatal pleasure, so he kept sending orders to his lower body not to release. He also thought a way to imagine that there were groupd of disgusting insects and monsters gathered around him, trying to use disgusting associations to break the lust of his lower body. However, no matter how disgusting the scenes he imagined were, it was only his brain that was disgusted, and it didn't affect his increasingly swollen penis at all. This was also very reasonable. After all, what Zhang Minghao did in these years was simply the result of his brain following his penis. Now he wanted to use his brain to control his lower body? How could it be so easy.

The pleasure was still growing wildly. The electric toothbrush was pressed against his nipples. The neat bristles nibbled the pink and moist nipples like sharp teeth. The boy's nipples were instantly shaken to pieces. The pleasure quickly flowed into his chest and rushed down to his cock, which was already glistening with precum. Zhang Minghao could no longer hold it back. Someone in the distance handed the man a bottle and placed it next to the boy's cock. This was the device used to hold his semen later.

At this moment, Zhang Minghao's face was covered with two or three layers of rice paper, but the water-soaked paper still let through a little light, allowing him to see some things vaguely. He saw a finger hanging not far above his mouth. Whenever he was about to suffocate, that finger would come down and pierce the rice paper to save himself from the fire crawling inside his throat. As death approached step by step, this finger that pierced the paper became the only thing the boy relied on. He hoped that the finger would never leave.

"Mmmmpppphhhhh!! A-aaaaah! Mmmmmm!!!!"

The pleasure that was constantly accumulating in his lower body was about to breakthrough the point of no return. The boy's heart was in his throat. He couldn't cum, shouldn't cum, wouldn't cum! He would die if he came! Zhang Minghao really hoped that someone could slap him a few times and save him from the sea of lust, but all that was just a delusion. He felt that his penis was so hot and swollen, and intense pleasure was surging in his lower body. People all over his body were teasing his skin with feathers. Only the pure tickling on the soles of his feet could slightly dilute the surging waves of desire. The comb plus ten nails were still happy to bully the tender soles of his feet. It was this continuous flow of tickles that suppressed the eruption from the penis. Zhang Minghao had just experienced the feeling of being betrayed by tickling, and now he had to rely on this sadistic tickling to survive. It was really too ridiculous.

The good times didn't last long. The tickling on the feet gradually faded. The speed of the comb and fingers became slower and slower. The teeth of the comb no longer fiercely brushed the soles of the feet, but instead gently moved them in place. The fingers put away their nails, and only the fingertips gently massaged the soles of the boy's feet. No, don't stop tickling me! The boy swayed his body indecently, trying to sway his armpits to hit the feathers under it, so as to create a strong ticklish feeling back. The people around him quickly held down his shoulders, so that his upper body had no chance to move.

After the delusion from the tickling was taken away, there was only a pure shock of pleasure. The boy's cock was quickly stroked by the palm of the hand, and the coronal sulcus of the glans was carefully scratched by the fingernails. Even so, everyone was still not satisfied, so they took two electric toothbrushes and pressed them on the left and right sides of the testicles, causing the penis to tremble.

"Mmmmmpppppphhh?!! MMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!”

The boy could no longer hold back the pleasure in his lower body. His penis twitched violently under the woman's big hand. A large amount of thick white liquid rushed out from the top of the glans like a volcanic eruption. The woman immediately picked up the bottle without a lid and collected the gushing semen. This guy had quite a lot of cum build up, as much as half a bottle. The boy, who was wrapped in pleasure, stared desperately through the muddy wet rice paper. He stared at the finger not far away. The finger fell down and gently stroked the paper surface of the boy's mouth twice, and mercifully pierced it for the last time. After doing everything, the finger was ruthlessly taken away by the owner. Zhang Minghao knew very well that his life-saving straw would never appear again.

“Huhuhuh please, this feeling of being unable to breathe is too painful… Hahahaha give me a quick death~ P-please just use a gun…”

Zhang Minghao had collapsed due to the continuous suffocation torture. He knew that he could not escape death, but such perverted torture was too painful, so he would rather be shot.

"You know that's impossible."

The wet rice paper was once again presented with both hands. The boy quickly took a deep breath and held it. This was the last breath he would take in in his life, so he had to cherish it. The rice paper fell down, tightly covering the boy's delicate face. The woman picked up the bottle and poured half a bottle of milky white semen on the rice paper. The sticky liquid immediately spread on the boy's face. This was to make Zhang Minghao drown in his own semen.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm~ Mmmmm!"

The boy's penis was not spared after he ejaculated. The woman rubbed his glans, which still had residue of semen on it with her palm, and scratched the soft hairless scrotum with her other fingernails. His lower body was limp after ejaculation, but he still had some ability to receive pleasure. However, the meager feeling of pleasure was soon overwhelmed by the intense tickling that attacked him everywhere. People began to scratch his body frantically. Twenty fingers were inserted into the armpits on each sides. Every piece of skin on the tender armpits was scratched by nails. The upper belly and waist were scratched everywhere by brushes. Even the small nipples were wrapped by fluffy feathers. The whole upper body was basically submerged in a sea of tickling, and the lower body was ruined even further. The sweaty white legs were pinched hard, and the combs were constantly scratching in the knees. Both feet were surrounded by many people at the same time. Electric toothbrushes was drilling in the wet toe gaps, and the teeth of the comb were scrubbing the peach-pink and delicious forefoot. The less sensitive heel was completely sunken under the rough bristle brush. More than three props were squeezed into one foot. The women's long fingernails were inserted into the gap between the comb and the brush, scratching the slightly concave sole of the foot hard.

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!”

Because his cheeks were covered with his own semen on the wet rice paper, the boy's tears and saliva could not flow out, and could only be quickly diluted by the paper. The rice paper continued being stacked layer by layer, and his lips began to gradually turn purple. The painful burning suffocation was stirring his lungs. The boy used the fingers behind his neck to dig into his palms to relieve the pain of suffocation. As time passed, his expression covered by the rice paper became more and more distorted, and the paper in the area of his mouth was sucked almost into his mouth, which showed how much he wanted to breathe in the precious oxygen.

The only memories Zhang Minghao had left were the painful tickling and the suffocating despair. After about two minutes of continuous scratching, his body stopped trembling, and his ferocious face with a smile was forever frozen under the wet rice paper stained with his own semen.

The evil boy was suffocated to death by tickling. He probably thought that death would be the end of his pain, but in the eighteen levels of hell where the sea of blood is boiling, a sentence of one hundred thousand years is waiting for him. There he will not get the slightest chance to breathe, and the extreme tickling, pain, and suffocation will remain in his fragile senses forever.

The End