"These are all your doing, aren't they?"
Ning Fan smiled, looking genuinely pleased.
Just as Muye was puzzled, he suddenly let out a piercing scream, as one of his fingers had been brutally torn off.
"It's these hands, right!"
A gleam flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, and he emotionlessly ripped off a second finger.
"I'll deal with this trash later."
Vivian pointed ahead and said, "Mary should be inside."
"I know."
Ning Fan said to Muye, "Rest assured, I won't kill you so quickly."
Muye wailed in agony, casting a venomous look as he watched Ning Fan leave.
This was a square hall, at the center of which lay the bodies of the victimized young girls.
The bodies were not placed randomly, seemingly aligned to correspond with some kind of formation.
Evil methods like live sacrifices often revolved around sacrificing living souls.
Not understanding the mechanism of formations, Ning Fan did not approach the bodies.
