The figure in front of the old shopkeeper was 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 patch marks on her right arm, Ling Luoyu would have thought this was a sleeping girl!

"Ziz"

Feng Chenglin kept winking at Ling Luoyu, his lips twitched, but he didn't make a sound-

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

Ling Luoyu shook his head calmly.

This is not a puppet.

There was no puppet on its body, which was the smell contained in their herbs.

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

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

The old shopkeeper seemed to have no feeling about the appearance of the two, but just gently tidied up the little girl's clothes.

"Good girl, I've given it to you... From now on, Dad... may not be able to accompany you anymore. Mr. Tang said that life is the whole, and only by being buried in the soil is peace..."

Mr. Tang?

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

Mr. Tang, who was mentioned by the old shopkeeper, could it be the Mr. Tang they knew?

If this is the case, the flood will rush the Dragon King Temple, and the whole family will not know each other anymore!

Feng Chenglin was about to ask, but Ling Luoyu suddenly grabbed his wrist and signaled to one side.

Looking along her gaze, his facial features couldn't help but tremble again: "I... made a big slot..."

There, Zhao Sheng’s body!

To be precise, it is the divided corpse!

The body separated by flesh and blood!

"No wonder the smell of blood is so strong!"

Sure enough, Zhao Sheng could not escape the old shopkeeper's eagerness to take revenge.

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

"San Young Master, why do I feel wrong..."

"What's wrong?"

"Zhao Sheng... seems to have some things missing..."

Ling Luoyu looked sideways on his right: "What's missing?"

Feng Chenglin didn't say anything, slowly squatted down in front of Zhao Sheng, with a very complicated face: "He..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes were slightly sank: "What's wrong?"

"I have to see..."

Feng Chenglin muttered, suddenly rolled up his sleeves, held his hands empty, took off Zhao Sheng's clothes, and stretched out his hand.

Ling Luoyu suddenly realized—

Zhao Sheng was disfigured!

Judging from Feng Chenglin's almost distorted facial features, it seems that he was touching something in Zhao Sheng's abdomen.

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

Lost internal organs?

Ling Luoyu looked at Zhao Sheng's side—

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

Around him, there were a lot of bones and flesh.

However, there is no trace of the internal organs.

Feng Chenglin wiped away the injured blood and quietly approached Ling Luoyu: "I see that the abdomen of Zhao is not weak, but there is indeed something wrong..."

He glanced at the old shopkeeper and lowered his voice almost whispered.

"You think this old guy is a pervert and eats all the internal organs named Zhao?"

Logically speaking, swallowing the flesh raw and eating the heart alive is also a kind of revenge!

But this is just a matter of saying that I have experienced the addiction to my mouth!

Who really ate all the internal organs of the enemy?
Chapter completed!