Peel the skin off?
Just hearing those terrifying words, Zheng Qing felt a suffocating sensation.
"—So, you peeled off Sister Korma's skin?"
The initially rough and sharp voice of the Edge Type One became even sharper at this moment, seeming a bit distorted as it echoed against the surrounding walls and the dome above: "You killed her?!"
"Peeling the skin?"
The voice echoing above the Stone Cave Square repeated the word with some surprise, then corrected very precisely: "No, no, it's not just peeling the skin... to be exact, it's peeling off the skin and flesh, leaving only her bones and organs..."
Zheng Qing, suspended in the air, struggled violently.
He was not afraid of death.
Being taken for experiments didn't particularly frighten him either—as long as it was like Thomas, borrowing a bit of flesh and blood in a friendly manner, he could barely accept it.
But being stripped of his flesh and blood?
Just imagining that scene made his heart race with fear.
