As Clara Bi finished speaking, strings of memorial inscriptions suddenly flew out from the ground on the roof of the building, binding Sebastian Sheng like shackles.
The lightning that flashes across the sky from time to time makes people's eyes hurt, and the silhouettes of people who are frightened or frightened are all frozen in the pale light.
Clara Bi's face was like a melted wax figure, with blood and tears pouring out. But within a moment, she had shrunk to the point where only a layer of skin was left, hanging loosely on her rugged skull.
She was half kneeling on the ground, looking like a desperate starving person.
Sebastian Sheng stopped smiling, bent down and stroked her hair, and asked, "Who do you want me to kill? Those who used the 'Human Face Butterfly' as a substitute? If I kill them all, will you feel relieved?"
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