Princess Against the World

But this doesn't mean that the person in front of you is a dead person!

Ling Luoyu pointed to the eyes of the man in coir raincoat: "Fat man, look at his eyes...the pupils are dilated!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Does it matter whether this is a big deal or not?

Aren't your eyes still open?

"Dilated pupils mean that this person is a dead person!!"

Ling Luoyu frowned and looked at Musheng.

Could this seemingly quiet and fair boy be able to control something like a walking corpse? !

Musheng's eyes were colder than ever before. When he looked at the man in coir raincoat, it was really like looking at a dead person.

"Third Young Master, stop talking nonsense, this is a dead man..."

As soon as Feng Chenglin finished speaking, Musheng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the man in coir raincoat's head.

"Click!"

The man in coir raincoat had his head screwed off.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Not only him, but Ling Luoyu was also speechless for a moment.

"boom!"

The man in coir raincoat's head was thrown to the ground.

Musheng, on the other hand, remained expressionless.

"Fuck me!"

Feng Chenglin subconsciously touched his neck.

"He...he just twists people's heads off..."

A young man with a harmless little face, like a cold-blooded killer, ripped off a person's head. This contrast made Ling Luoyu feel a chill down his back.

What kind of person does he have to be and what kind of experiences does he have to have to make him become so indifferent to life and so ruthless? !

Ling Luoyu was very calm: "Fat man, don't be so excited... This man in raincoat is a dead man, so it won't hurt if his head is screwed off!"

"If his head is screwed off, isn't he dead?"

Feng Chenglin was speechless in pain. He looked away from the person's head and gradually realized something was wrong.

The eyes of the human head are still open.

and--

"No, why didn't he fall?"

The man in coir raincoat had his head twisted off, but his body was still sitting upright on the bed.

Ling Luoyu squinted: "Didn't you realize that he wasn't bleeding?"

When she said this, Feng Chenglin realized that after the head was unscrewed, there was no effect like plasma exploding on the face.

"Yeah... where's the blood?"

"The blood of the dead cannot circulate. How can there be blood flowing out again?"

"..."

Musheng glanced sideways at the head at his feet, slowly raised his right hand, and rolled up his sleeve.

"What is he going to do again?"

Feng Chenglin swallowed dryly, feeling something was wrong.

Musheng rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders and put his head into the neck of the man in the raincoat.

"I……"

Feng Chenglin didn't even think about swearing. His stomach was churning. The wine he had just drank seemed to be knocked out. It was so disgusting.

"he……"

Ling Luoyu approached everyone and his eyes suddenly brightened.

"His body was gutted!"

"……What?"

"The body of this man in coir raincoat has been hollowed out...all the internal organs are gone..."

"Wow……"

Feng Chenglin couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the side to vomit.

A void figure appeared, with a look of despair on his face.

"Uncle Feng, next time you want to vomit, can you say hello? I can take you out..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

He didn't even know when he would vomit, how to greet him?

Besides, I'm so sick that I can't even think of saying hello?

Musheng dug at the man in the coir raincoat for a long time, his eyes suddenly moved, and his movements paused.

"found it!"

Ling Luoyu's heart lifted inexplicably.

Is there something hidden in this man in coir raincoat?

Musheng slowly pulled out his hand, and there was some yellowish-brown liquid stuck to his arm.