One tall, one short; a man and a woman.
Walking on the pebble path, this road leads directly to the hotel downstairs.
Luo Di's spine was protruding, even slightly wriggling on his back.
It seemed as though he needed to move to digest an overly full meal.
Luo Di's face retained a look of unabated excitement, his mind still immersed in the slaughter, nourished by it... just as Hua Yuan said, not slaughtering out of hate, but merely chasing desires.
The entire Ghost House had turned into a slaughterhouse, not a single one was left.
The surge of nutrients kept feeding his spine up to 95%... Of course, it wasn't an opportunity given by others but one that Luo Di actively seized by taking the risk of "turning his head."
There was another important point.
The smoothness of the massacre in the Ghost House and the exhilarating sensation of killing were unprecedented; Luo Di felt thrilled from his head to his toes.
