Li Fan felt his heart tighten under the stares of those dry, shriveled eyeballs.
Then the heads began shouting:
"Demon! A demon from hell!"
"Is this really hell!? Have I fallen into hell!?"
"Hell really exists? My body—where is my body?"
"Oh God... no, Satan! Honored messenger of hell, may I ask what exactly is happening?"
"No, this is a dream. This is just a nightmare!"
"I was supposed to go to heaven! I shouldn't have gone to hell!"
The heads in the suitcases shrieked madly. Though they spoke different languages, Li Fan understood every one of them.
Communication within the Prison of Suppression was more a transmission of consciousness.
Taking a deep breath, he ignored the heads in that suitcase and opened every suitcase instead.
Sure enough.
All the heads had awakened.
More than a hundred heads lay in suitcases of various sizes. Aside from those whose mouths and eyes had been sewn shut, all of them had opened their eyes and regained consciousness!
This must have been one of the Prison of Suppression's properties—it could revive these heads that had retained their mental power!
Li Fan stroked his chin as he looked at the scene before him.
Interesting.
These were all treasures...
Those whose heads had been hunted by the Collector were generally powerful figures or formidable fighters in the dark underground world.
They knew quite a few secrets.
He might not have any use for them now, but listening to them could at least help pass the time.
They were just a little too noisy.
"Shh..."
Li Fan raised a finger before lips bearing a terrifying clown smile, making a silencing gesture.
After their initial shock and hysteria, the heads quickly accepted reality. They had all been ruthless figures in life, after all. At once, they obeyed