Chapter 617

Accompanying it was also a creaking sound.

Thick drops of fresh blood kept sliding down the shelves.

Some even dripped onto the little Miss's head and face.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

The little Miss's body froze as if it had been iced for years.

A smile still hung on her face.

Yet no trace of emotion showed through.

Moreover.

That expression was utterly blank.

Her body began to tremble slightly.

The hair on her body stood on end.

It was an instinctive feeling of danger.

Like a warning akin to a danger alert.

"Hey! Why aren't you speaking! Did your vocal cords break? Do you want me to take a look?"

A pure and innocent smile hung on Zuo He's face; his body was covered in fresh blood, which kept dripping from him.

His hands.

Were even more stained with bright red.

"Haaah!" The little Miss gasped heavily.

She suddenly realized something.

At some unknown time.

The crying had vanished.

Could it be that

The little Miss's head kept turning wildly; she swallowed hard, then slowly turned her head to look at the top of her own head.

Zuo He.

Was squatting on top of the shelf in a bizarre posture, like a monkey perched on a tree.

His gaze radiated red; his hands, body, clothes, and entire form were soaked in blood.

This amount of blood loss was impossible for a single person to produce.

He must have killed others too!

"You!" The little Miss spoke with a trembling voice, "Did you kill them all?"

"Are you talking about that group of pigs?" Zuo He, like a

"Pigs?" The little Miss's pupils suddenly contracted.

This fellow.

No one knew what he had done before.

But looking at it now.

Those pigs in his mouth were all people!

Meaning he had dissected them all.

That was.

Dissec... The little Miss dared not think any further.

Her body froze, unable to move.

In this situation now.

What should be done?

If she tried to flee, she certainly could not escape.

That would surely be a dead end.

So the thing that should be done most now.

Was to inflict psychological trauma on him, or make him unwilling to kill her.

Thinking this.

A surge of courage suddenly flooded her entire body.

Facing the threat of death.

Human potential is always constantly being unlocked.

The little Miss forced a smile and said to Zuo He, "Why are they all pigs, but I am Big Sister?"

Exactly.

The little Miss's mind was very sharp.

Since Zuo He called those fellows pigs and called her Big Sister.

There must have been some reason.

Causing her to be different from them.

For a madman, a title might carry great influence.

Zuo He tilted his head and said, "Because you are Big Sister, that is why I call you that; otherwise, what other reason could there be!"

This answer made the little Miss's heart relax.

But immediately after.

Zuo He spoke another sentence, smiling as he said, "But you are a pig too!"

460. Entering the Vegetable Market

"But you are a pig too!" Zuo He said in a highly playful tone.

His gaze fixed tightly on the little girl, as if admiring a rare prey he had captured.

It looked.

Extremely perverted.

And opposite.

Beneath him.

The little girl's spirit began to beat violently with this sentence.

All her previous little schemes shattered directly beneath this sentence.

It turned out.

This fellow.

Never felt I was any different from others.

But rather.

The little girl bit her lip tightly with her teeth.

He just treated me as prey that could be played with at any time!

"Hahahaha!" Zuo He began to laugh madly again, "Fun, fun! You are much more fun than them. Those pigs' brains are too stupid, so I just plucked them all out. I took a careful look, sigh, they really are stupid!"

Zuo He turned around, grabbed a pig's head from the ground, and said to the little girl, "Look, I didn't say it wrong, did I? Look, look, look! Look! Did I not say it wrong? Inside it is completely just paste!"

That pig's head.

Was grabbed up by Zuo He just like that, covered in blood.

As if it were a very ordinary matter.

The little girl watched this scene, her soul scared away.

"Ahahaha! I just love seeing your expression." Zuo He saw the terrified expression on the little girl's face and began to laugh loudly.

And the little girl, looking at the eyes of that pig's head, could not bear it and turned her head away. Smelling the thick scent of blood in the air, she forced herself to endure that strong nausea in her heart and kept retching on the ground.

This smell was truly too pungent.

"Why aren't you speaking?" Zuo He casually tossed the pig's head in front of the little girl, then tilted his head and said with a very cold gaze, "If you cannot speak, then is having this mouth completely useless?"

"Useless things, let me help you throw them away?" Saying this.

Zuo He leaped down from the shelf, grabbed the little girl's head, and pulled it upward.

The little girl was startled by the sudden force and began to scream shrilly without stopping.