"Was it you!"
"Was it you!"
The man kept repeating the same sentence neurotically, like he was chanting scripture, giving Jiang Qiao an inexplicable sense of irritation.
But he finally understood.
This man had lived in the residential building with his daughter.
His daughter had gone out to play.
Then she disappeared.
He had searched everywhere like a madman but never found her. One day, he happened to read a newspaper report about a foreign cannibal, and suddenly had the wild idea that his daughter had been eaten by a neighbor.
So after killing someone,
he would gut them and search inside for traces of his daughter.
Amazing!
Aside from "amazing,"
he truly couldn't think of any other word to describe this man.
"Was it you!"
"Was it you!"
The man's voice began to turn extremely vicious, while bright yellow liquid started seeping from the surrounding walls and ceiling. At the same time, a thick stench of corpses spread through the room.
There was something wrong with this stench.
It definitely couldn't have come from just one or two corpses.
There had to be many dead people in this room.
And they were hidden inside the walls!
Jiang Qiao shook his head, knowing that there was probably no way to communicate normally with this middle-aged man.
Since communication was impossible,
then...
Boom!
Green flames shot into the sky and spread in every direction. The grotesque Vermilion Bird spread its wings, the Mo Wen Script on its feathers glittering in the flames as it unleashed an astonishing curse.
Deprive Intelligence!
This ability might have seemed somewhat comical to ordinary people, but at this moment, it displayed terrifying might!
Splurt!
The expression on the man's face suddenly froze.
It was as if his brain had short-circuited. He actually couldn't remember what he