"Ah—!"
A shrill scream was forced from her constricted throat.
This was only the beginning.
Crack!
Her ring finger snapped at the sound!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
All five of Ning Rongrong's fingers were crushed!
Like a doll abandoned in the wilderness, only to be found by a stray dog.
The stray dog tore the doll apart alive!
Pain?
Or perhaps no sensation at all?
Ning Rongrong felt that her body was strange.
It seemed she could feel the pain, yet it also seemed she could feel nothing at all.
Normally, having one's fingers and wrists crushed would bring unbearable agony, enough to make someone pass out.
Yet the icy sensation coming from that hand kept her conscious.
Ning Rongrong's eyes turned hollow. She made no sound and did not struggle.
Like a toy without a mind.
That strange power slowly spread downward.
First, it crushed Ning Rongrong's thighs, then her calves, and finally her toes.
There was no blood, no fragments of bone, and even less flesh.
It was as if some invisible entity were conducting a selection.
Ning Rongrong's fingers?
Unqualified!
Her thighs?
Also unqualified!
Her calves and toes?
Still unqualified!
That strange power began spreading upward again.
It crushed her ribcage, her shinbones, and her neck.
In the end, it stopped at her head.
"This one seems usable for a while."
The lanky shadow let out a low voice and slowly extended both hands to Ning Rongrong's head.
At the very end.
Something indescribable appeared above the lanky black shadow's neck.
Its missing head seemed to have returned.
That thing looked exactly like Ning Rongrong.
"It's over? Rongrong's soul... really died in another world?"
Zhu Zhuqing stared fixedly at the horrifying frozen image on the screen, her heart anything but calm.
How could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile