Shen Ru savored the exhilaration of blood gushing forth.
The head rolled from its neck before it could let out a scream, striking the floor like a drumbeat in a blood-red symphony.
This world was wonderful.
In the livestream chat:
[That felt way too real. It's like blood just splattered all over my face...]
[My wife's really hit the jackpot with this Instance. He's completely unleashed his true nature!]
[Does anyone get it? I'm engraving that scene on the sports field into my DNA!!!]
[Aw, am I the only one sad that Mo didn't get to see my wife seducing him?]
[Where's that blond? Give me a word-for-word account later! Isn't this your specialty?]
Sheng Ziyao slowly let out a breath beside him.
God knew he'd been more nervous than either of the two people involved. When Shen Ru rested his hand on that old pervert's shoulder, he'd practically seen stars, his head spinning.
Thank goodness. The family relationships were still intact.
Stepping over the corpse, the two slowly walked around the desk.
Just as Shen Ru had guessed, a young child was hiding underneath it.
What surprised him, however, was that he could actually make out the child's face.
A little girl of about four, dressed in a white dress, was curled up in a corner of the legwell. Her head tilted against the side of the desk, tears soaking her lashes as she bit her lip and stubbornly refused to make a sound.
Blood flowed from beneath her skirt across the floor to Shen Ru's feet.
"Holy shit!"
Without another word, Sheng Ziyao exchanged for a potion from the Shop and prepared to give it to the girl.
But the frightened girl jerked backward at the sight of his outstretched hand, slamming her head against the wood behind