But this doesn't mean that the person in front of him is a dead person!

Ling Luoyu pointed to the eyes of the man in the raincoat: "Fatty, look at his eyes... his pupils are scattered!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What does this matter?

Are your eyes still open?

"The pupils are enlarged, which means this person is a dead person!!"

Ling Luoyu frowned and looked at Mu Sheng.

Could this young man, who looks quiet and innocent, control things like walking zombies?!

Mu Sheng's eyes were cold and cold as ever before. When he looked at the man in the straw raincoat, he was really like looking at a dead person.

"San Young Master, stop talking, a dead person..."

As soon as Feng Chenglin finished speaking, Mu Sheng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the head of the man in the raincoat.

"Click!"

The head of the man in the straw raincoat was twisted off.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Not only him, Ling Luoyu was also speechless for a moment.

"Bang!"

The head of the man in the straw raincoat was thrown to the ground.

But Mu Sheng still had no expression on his face.

"Fuck!"

Feng Chenglin subconsciously touched his neck.

"He...he just twisted off someone's head like this..."

A young man with harmless faces of humans and animals twisted off a person's head like a cold-blooded killer. This contrast made Ling Luoyu feel cold on his back.

What kind of person must be and what kind of experience he has made him become so indifferent to life and cruel and ruthless?!

Ling Luoyu was calm and calm: "Fatty, don't be so excited... This man in the straw raincoat is a dead person, so his head will not hurt even if he is twisted off!"

"Isn't this head a dead person if I twisted off?"

Feng Chenglin was shocked, his eyes retracted from the human head, and gradually realized something was wrong.

The human head and eyes are still open.

and--

"No, why didn't he fall down?"

The head of the man in the straw raincoat was twisted off, but his body was still sitting upright on the bed.

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways: "Didn't you notice that he is not bleeding?"

After she said this, Feng Chenglin realized that after her head was unscrewed, there was no effect of plasma bursting.

"Yes... Where is the blood?"

"The blood of the dead is not circulated, so how can the blood flow out again?"

“…”

Mu Sheng glanced at the head under his feet, slowly raised his right hand, and rolled up his sleeves.

"What is he going to do?"

Feng Chenglin Gan Gan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his intuition was a little bad.

Mu Sheng rolled his sleeves on his shoulders, stretched his head into the neck of the man in the straw raincoat.

"I……"

Feng Chenglin didn't even think about swearing, and his belly churned. The wine he had just drunk seemed to be about to come out, which was so disgusting.

"he……"

Ling Luoyu approached everyone, his eyes lit up.

"His body was hollowed out!"

"……What?"

"The body of this man in the straw raincoat was hollowed out... all his internal organs were gone..."

"Wow……"

Feng Chenglin could no longer help and ran to the side and started vomiting.

A vain figure appeared intently, looking desperate.

"Uncle Feng, can you say hello next time you want to vomit? I can send you out..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

He doesn't know when he vomits and how to greet him?

Besides, I’m so disgusting that I can’t help but say hello?

Mu Sheng took the man in the straw raincoat for a long time, his eyes suddenly moved, and his movements stopped.

"Finished!"

Ling Luoyu's heart was inexplicably raised.

Is there anything hidden in this man in the straw raincoat?

Mu Sheng slowly pulled out his hands, and some yellowish-brown liquid stuck to his arms.
Chapter completed!