Mrs. Oliver's Artistic Vision

Skin people and make sofas?

How cruel!

No one thought she was joking. The quick-witted ones—Lin Baici, Sakura Girl, Gu Qingqiu, and Krazer—immediately thought of the Dragon Rank god who had come after them ahead of everyone else: He Qian.

They hadn't seen He Qian along the way. And since he was a Dragon Wing, he couldn't possibly have died in the pollution they'd encountered earlier. So there was only one answer...

Mrs. Oliver had killed him.

"Could one of these sofas be upholstered with He Qian's skin?"

The leather sofa beneath her felt cool and slick. Gu Qingqiu couldn't sit still. She badly wanted to get up.

If it really was a man's skin, that was disgusting!

The others gradually caught on, their faces turning grim and troubled.

"Heh-heh, it's fine. Don't scare yourselves!"

Li Yintong seemed to be reassuring everyone, but she was really trying to convince herself.

She'd killed plenty of people and monsters, but she'd never stripped anyone's skin and turned it into furniture.

Everyone thought the same. But the next moment, the sofa beneath Melanie let out a piercing wail.

"It hurts! Get off me!"

It was a man's voice, frail and defeated, as if he'd suffered some immense hardship.

"Huh?"

Melanie jumped in fright, springing up as if she'd been electrocuted. She turned to look at the sofa.

The others couldn't sit still either. There was clearly something wrong with these sofas.

[Don't get up!]

Lin Baici heard God of Gluttony's assessment and immediately shouted, "Nobody get up!"

If anyone else had said it, Fish Ball Guy and the others wouldn't have listened. But since Lin Baici was the one speaking, everyone endured their revulsion and fear and stayed seated. Their legs tensed as they tried to lift their thighs and bottoms off the