Yu Sheng was startled by the sight inside the hall—the "collections" removed from living people nearly filled the entire place. They had been placed in storage tanks or display cases like works of art, then carefully illuminated by arranged lighting. One glance was enough to sense just how twisted the owner of this place was.
The sight made him feel awful. After letting out a cry of alarm, he turned to the Blonde Elf standing beside him. "Luo, this 'Old Qiao' is even more damn twisted than you described!"
Luo had already snapped out of her daze. After hearing Yu Sheng's words, however, her expression turned somewhat complicated. The corner of her mouth twitched as she glanced at Old Qiao's steel shell, now mutated by flesh and blood, then at the heart that had leaped from his chest. After holding it in for a long while, she still couldn't stop herself. "Boss, do you want to take a look at your own aesthetic...?"
"What's wrong with my aesthetic?" Yu Sheng asked, completely baffled. "I'm overflowing with righteousness..."
Luo decisively dropped the subject. She turned to look at Old Qiao, who was being bound up tightly, and frowned slightly. "This is only an avatar. Binding this one won't help. His main body is somewhere else... but I don't know where."
"One bound is better than none. We've already found his lair, anyway." Eileen casually spoke while controlling the spider silk. "But speaking of which, why isn't he reacting at all...? Did I kick this body to death just now? That shouldn't be possible. This thing looks like a robot. How could having its neck bent out of shape be fatal?"
Hearing this, Luo went over to examine the state of the steel shell on the sofa. She hesitated before extending several