“No combat fluctuations…” Zaun arrived at a house, which seemed to be Kachir’s bedroom.
Looking through the crack in the window, his eyes widened in surprise.
Because of the horrific scene in the room, Kachir was twisted on the bed, and his whole body suddenly split in two.
No, it should just be a crack in the skin, and then a bloody, mangled humanoid monster crawls out from inside.
His body had no skin at all, only blood-red muscles, and was dripping with a disgusting liquid mixed with filth and pus.
Each piece of flesh looked unremarkable, as if it had been flipped up by some immense force, as if it were about to melt and fall off at any moment.
If Zuan hadn't witnessed so many unbelievable things over the years and possessed a strong enough mentality, he might have screamed at the sight, or at least experienced a rapid heartbeat and shortness of breath, making him easily noticeable.
Now he has completely concealed his aura, as if he doesn't exist in this world at all, and is just silently observing everything inside.
His gaze fell on the still relatively intact skin on the bed, and he thought that the real Kachir had indeed been murdered long ago, and then this monster had emptied his body, leaving only the skin, and then hid inside to impersonate him.
That monster looks disgusting!
At this moment, the monster was writhing in agony on the bed, desperately clawing at its own flesh, as if this could alleviate some of the pain.
But the more he scratched, the more bloody and mangled his body became. With each scratch, a piece of flesh would fall off, and sometimes the bones inside could be clearly seen.
Zuan was completely confused. What on earth was he doing?
It didn't seem like a mistake during practice; it was more like he was being subjected to torture.
Wait a minute, he comes from hell. Legend has it that those who go to hell are all wicked people, so they have to suffer there. Could these legends be true?
But who exactly is administering the torture?
He carefully sensed it, and with his current strength, he seemed to vaguely sense an ancient and mysterious power in the space that shouldn't exist in this world.
It's not a specific person or thing that's using torture, but rather a special kind of law!
"Is this the law of hell?" Zuan was secretly shocked. He hadn't expected that even after this monster came to this world, he still couldn't escape the punishment of hell.
In the blink of an eye, the monster's flesh had rotted away, and at the same time, new skin began to grow in many places on its body.
Before long, his flesh was covered with a layer of intact skin.
Zuan finally saw what the monster looked like.
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