Princess Against the World

The figure in front of the old shopkeeper is not what they thought Zhao Sheng, but—

A little girl!

The little girl is only six or seven years old, and her facial features are lifelike. If it weren't for the stitch marks on her right arm, Ling Luoyu really thought she was a little girl asleep!

"Ziz"

Feng Chenglin kept winking at Ling Luoyu, his lips moved, but there was no sound—

"This is a puppet... little puppet!"

Ling Luoyu shook his head calmly.

This is not a puppet.

None of the puppets had a rancid smell on their bodies, which was the smell contained in their own herbs.

Although not very slight and unnoticeable, it is their signature smell.

But the little girl in front of her had no taste.

The old shopkeeper didn't seem to feel the appearance of the two of them, but gently sorted the little girl's clothes.

"Good girl, what should belong to you, I will give it to you... From now on, Dad... may not be able to accompany you anymore, Mr. Tang said, life is the whole thing, and it is safe to enter the earth..."

Mr. Tang?

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin couldn't help but glance at each other--

Isn’t the Mr. Tang in the mouth of the old shopkeeper the same Mr. Tang they knew?

If this is the case, then the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple, and the family would not know the family!

Feng Chenglin was about to open his mouth to ask, but Ling Luoyu suddenly grabbed his wrist and gestured to the side.

Following her gaze, his facial features trembled again: "I...have a big slot..."

Over there, it is the body of Zhao Sheng!

To be precise, it is a divided body!

Separated corpse!

"No wonder the blood smell is so heavy!"

Sure enough, Zhao Sheng could not escape the vengeful heart of the old shopkeeper.

Feng Chenglin glanced at the old shopkeeper and saw that his eyes and thoughts were only on the little girl's body, and quietly backed away to the side of Zhao Sheng's body.

"Three young masters, why do I feel wrong..."

"What's wrong?"

"Zhao Sheng... seems to be missing something..."

Ling Luoyu's right side eye: "What's missing?"

Feng Chenglin did not speak, and slowly squatted down in front of Zhao Sheng, with a face, extremely complicated: "He..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes sank slightly: "What's the matter?"

"I have to see..."

Feng Chenglin muttered, suddenly rolled up his sleeves, shook his hands in the void, took off Zhao Sheng's clothes, and stretched out his hands.

Ling Luoyu suddenly realized--

Zhao Sheng was broken!

Judging from Feng Chenglin's almost distorted facial features, it seemed to be touching something in Zhao Sheng's abdominal cavity.

After a while, he inhaled and got up with blood on his right hand: "...His internal organs... are gone!"

No internal organs?

Ling Luoyu looked at Zhao Sheng's side--

This guy was definitely tortured to death in the hands of the old shopkeeper.

By his side, there were a lot of bones and flesh and blood in a mess.

However, there is no trace of the internal organs.

Feng Chenglin wiped off the blood from the injury and quietly approached Ling Luoyu: "I think there is something wrong with the abdominal cavity of the surname Zhao, there really is a problem..."

He glanced at the old shopkeeper, almost whispering in a low voice.

"You said, is this old fellow perverted, eating all the internal organs of Zhao?"

Logically speaking, devouring its flesh and eating its heart alive can be regarded as a kind of revenge!

But in other words, it's nothing more than an addiction to the mouth!

How can anyone really eat all the internal organs of the enemy?