Yu Sheng was startled by the scene in the hall—the "collectibles" taken from living people practically filled the place. They were placed in tanks or display cases like some kind of art exhibits, illuminated by carefully arranged lighting. A glance was enough to gauge the owner's perverse nature.
The sight made him feel uncomfortable all over. After a cry of surprise, he turned to look at the golden-haired elf standing beside him: "Luo, this 'Old Qiao' is way more twisted than you described!"
Luo had snapped out of her daze by now, but hearing Yu Sheng's words put a peculiar expression on her face. Her lips twitched as she glanced at Old Qiao's steel shell, which had been mutated by flesh, then looked at the heart that jumped out of Old Qiao's chest. After holding back, she couldn't help but say, "Boss, do you want to check your own style?"
"What's wrong with my style?" Yu Sheng asked confusedly, "I'm full of righteousness..."
