As a result, the people in the city were in danger. They closed their doors at night and did not dare to go out.
Even so, it still did not stop the heart-eating demon...
The male owner of this house was just killed last night.
After the family's breadwinner died, there were only three orphans and a widowed mother left. The situation was indeed miserable.
No wonder I cried so sadly and in pain.[
Without saying a word, Yi Lingxi pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, turned around and rushed in.
Hua Baoyue's expression changed and she followed behind.
This house is just an ordinary house. In the middle of the house is the man who died tragically and has not yet been buried.
An unkempt woman and three children were crying around her.
The four of them were startled when they saw Yi Lingxi and two people rushing in.
Both Yi Lingxi and Yi Lingxi were well-dressed, and their looks were rare and handsome, so it was hard to say such words to drive people away.
Yi Lingxi took off the man's shroud.
I saw that the man's face was green, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was half-opened, and his face was full of pain. He obviously refused to die with his eyes closed.
There was a big bloody hole in the man's chest, and his heart was actually taken out.
Yi Lingxi's face turned pale. She looked at the wound carefully and her expression changed slightly.
The wound was not left by any instrument, but was dug out with the palm of your hand!
Hua Baoyue naturally saw it at a glance.
He frowned slightly.
What is it that has such high fingering power that it can capture people's hearts?