"..."
When Jiang Chen kissed the King of the Metropolis, everyone was still denouncing him.
But as they cursed, they suddenly noticed that the female Half-King from the Saints Organization who had first contracted a Bloody Handprint was hovering high in the air and behaving rather strangely.
She began frantically scratching her stomach, crying out that it itched, her hands applying more and more force.
"Peiluo'er, what happened?"
Modo, the Three-Step King of the Saints Organization, demanded in a deep voice.
But she did not answer. Instead, she raised the blade in her hand and thrust it hard into her own abdomen.
"It itches! It itches so much! I'm so itchy!"
The stab did not produce the expected spray of blood. When Peiluo'er's belly was cut open, all it revealed was emptiness.
Her flesh was like a sheet of paper, completely empty inside.
She was nothing like a living person!
Everyone's eyes widened. They could sense that this Half-King's vitality was entirely gone, leaving only an empty shell.
Yet she seemed not to have noticed. After stabbing the blade inside, she kept stirring it around, still crying, "It itches."
"Peiluo'er, Peiluo'er..."
One of the Saints' powerhouses could not help calling out, wanting to tell her the truth, but Queto stopped them with a look. At that moment, the old man gripped the Temple Hammer tightly, radiating an incredibly dangerous aura.
"Everyone, fall back!"
"Retreat! Get as far away as possible!"
Like an enraged lion, he roared and led the Saints Organization's powerhouses straight back to the edge of the invisible barrier.
Some people had yet to react.
They saw Peiluo'er stir the blade a few more times, then seemingly still finding the itch unbearable, lower her head and reach down to scratch her stomach.
Only when she saw her empty