Skinning people to make a sofa?
How ruthless!
No one thought this was a joke. Those quick thinkers, like Lin Baici, the Sakura Girl, Gu Qingqiu, and Kreiser, immediately thought that He Qian, that Dragon Level, had killed his way here before anyone else.
On the way here, they hadn't seen He Qian, and given that he was a Dragon Wing, it was unlikely he died amidst the previous pollution; so there was only one answer left...
Mrs. Oliver killed him.
"Could one of these sofas be covered in the skin of that He Qian?"
The leather sofa beneath felt cold and slippery, making Gu Qingqiu restless, eager to stand up immediately.
If it really were a man's skin, that would be too disgusting!
The others began to understand too, their faces turning ugly and grave.
"Heh heh, it's nothing, everyone don't scare yourselves!"
Li Yintong seemed to reassure everyone, but it was more like self-hypnosis.
