Chapter 725

Fear spread to their hearts. In the boundless darkness, countless hands were stretched out. Pale, rotten and stench filled their nostrils, making them feel dizzy, but their consciousness was very clear.

Faces without blood came from all directions, some flesh and blood blurred, some pale, some blue and purple. Without exception, they were laughing. The eyeballs protruding from their eyes seemed to fall on the ground at any time, from which dark red blood and tears flowed, ferocious and ghostly.

They couldn't control their trembling. They were no strangers to the dead faces. They were tortured to death one after another.

The timid was incontinent at this time.

The smell of urine and putrid smell mixed together to form a pungent and unpleasant smell.

The dirtiness and darkness of the factotum will never be imagined by those who have no personal experience. As soon as they return to the factotum, their nature will be exposed. Their heart has already rotted in it, leaving only madness.

However, those who have no strength to bind chickens and are not welcomed by the master in the Xiao family are the objects of their oppression and play. They are born inferior. After being angry with the masters in the daytime, they return here to seek pleasure from the weak.

The heads of the Xiao family don't know that these little moves behind their backs are just turning a blind eye, which also encourages their heart immersed in abuse in disguise.

Therefore, in the long run, many people died in their hands, including the servant girls of the Xiao family and those unpopular aunts. As long as they are abandoned by the leader of the Xiao family and stand in the way of the leader's mother, they can trample and bully at will.

When they did many immoral things, their hearts became numb. They thought they were not afraid of fierce ghosts. It is the so-called evil is more than right. However, when they looked at the ferocious faces in front of them, they couldn't restrain their creepy hearts.

Instinctively, they wanted to escape. At this moment, every hair on their body was shouting their fear. However, as soon as their trembling feet were raised, they were caught by a pair of pale, cold hands with black sharp nails.

The black gas overflowed from under their hands, corroding every inch of their skin, and the heart piercing pain rushed into their head from their feet, crushing all their senses. One scream after another broke through their throats and fell one after another in this lonely space.

Xiao Qingluo looked at him with a soft smile on his eyebrows. He said, "look, how wonderful!"

Ling shook his head disapprovingly: "how ugly! They look so ugly! "

Xiao Qingluo smiled and refused to comment.

Compared with taking people's lives directly, he really likes this. He crushes their hopes a little, crosses their inner defense line, completely collapses them, and finally can only sink endlessly in despair and darkness. When he finally becomes the crazy fool, it is their time to die.

"I am now, didn't you make it yourself?" A whisper came from Xiao Qingluo's mouth. When he was young, he was surrounded by countless malice. They gave him hope again and again. They watched him deceive himself and others that he could escape from the devil's cave. Finally, they found that he had never jumped out of the cage they painted.