3 Asura from Hell (1/2)

There was a sudden silence in the room, and everyone was petrified by the scene in front of them.

”Is… she dead?” Someone opened the cage and dragged her out to check her breathing.

”B*tch, seems like you want to do this the hard way. What a jinx!” One of them cruelly kicked the girl and scolded heartlessly. ”It's a pity there's only this furnace today. It totally ruined my mood.”

Jiang Laoer squatted down and touched the girl's soft skin before talking sinisterly. ”Even if she can't be a furnace, it would be pretty good if we skinned her soft and bouncy skin to make a human skin drum…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Laoer's hand on the girl's body went slack.

The turbid gaze met with a pair of dark ones that were as deep as hell. In a sudden flash, the gaze sent a chill down his spine.

”She's… she's not dead!” Someone hollered.

The next moment, everyone heard Jiang Laoer's bitter cry. ”Ah! Ah! My hand! My hand!”

Jiang Laoer's hand originally touching the girl's soft one—suddenly became boneless below the wrist. His… his bones had all shattered completely.

The crowd was stunned and could not move as they stared at the unkempt girl standing up slowly.

The previous slave that was crying and trembling in fear in the cage weakly had now seemed to become Asura who had come back stepping on hell's fire. The corner of her forehead was dripping with blood that had the same color as a blossoming poppy.

The sinister air reverberated throughout the room as if the Grim Reaper had waved its hook, causing everyone to fear instinctively.

”What… what kind of person are you?”

When he finished his sentence, a brilliant cold gaze flashed across. Kala! Someone's neck had been twisted, and his eyes widened with his breathing stopped.