"Sheng Yang, you b*tch, I want to kill… kill you…" Zhou Feiyang screamed at the top of her lungs, but she couldn't even get up. Her sharp voice pierced her eardrums. "Even if I turn into a malicious ghost, I won't let you off…"
The feeling of being corroded was too uncomfortable. Watching her limbs disappear bit by bit was a double torture, both physically and psychologically.
Sheng Yang was unmoved. She looked straight at the black smoke. Tong Liang wanted to rush over. "Wait." Sheng Yang stopped him.
"Madam, the hall master isn't playing with you this time. He's serious," Tong Liang said as tears streamed down his face.
"Do you have a computer?" Sheng Yang suddenly asked.
She was still looking for a computer at this time? The others in the Hall of One Man's Rule looked at each other.
Tong Liang wiped his tears and said nothing. "I'll go look for one immediately."
