Piercing screams and sickening chewing sounds rang out at the same time. The Testers and the "foreign thing" inside their bellies were both enveloped by that human skin. This bizarre, brutal scene unfolded right before Gao Ming's eyes. It happened so quickly that he did not even have time to call out a warning.
Once the screams died away, the human skin swayed as it stood up. Beneath that skin sack were straw, lumps of mud, and flesh.
The face, now flushed with blood, tilted crookedly toward Gao Ming for a glance, then vanished into the darkness at the corner of the wall.
"Stay out of it and get moving." Fu Shu had neither hands nor feet and could not run on his own. All he could do was fret.
"All kinds of demons are crawling out of the woodwork." Gao Ming turned and chose another route. He spent a long time weaving through the alleys. When he was still a few dozen meters from the town entrance, a heavy stench of blood and decay reached him.
Covering his nose and mouth, Gao Ming slowed down and stood in the shadows of an alley, looking into the distance.
The Stone Bridge at the town entrance was smeared with flesh and blood. Eight Joy Immortals' corpses hung from it. Their original heads had all been severed and replaced with the heads of pigs and dogs. Hemp ropes used to bind pigs passed beneath their armpits, tying them into postures of confession.
"Looks like the Butcher won." A third of the Joy Immortals had been killed. The scene was too gruesome to look at, and Gao Ming gained a clearer understanding of the Butcher's savagery. That madman was not only formidable; he was addicted to killing and enjoyed torturing his enemies.
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