In the hall, the quarrel behind me gradually became quieter, I didn't pay attention to this, I was completely attracted by the sculptures.

Seven sculptures of human proportions stood completely in front of me, and I had not even noticed that these sculptures were all different in appearance, male and female, although they were very rudimentary and crude, but if you looked closely, you could still see the difference between them.

For example, this one in front of me, with a small, cute and delicate face, long hair and a shawl, and a high chest, it is obvious that this is a girl, and on the other side, the big water chestnut face, with a piece of stubble on the chin.

I looked at the black hollow and wondered if it was empty, so I couldn't help but poke it with my hand.

"Click"

I picked off a piece of stone skin, and my hand touched something slimy, soft.

The black void expanded a lot, and blood gushed out all at once.

I couldn't help but take a half step back, and the gushing blood flowed down the sculpture, leaving an extremely glaring blood-colored mark on the pale sculpture.

Don't look at the blood flow at the beginning, but the durability is not good, only one or two strands, after squirting, it changes back to its original appearance and flows slowly.

Although the hole was a little bigger, I still couldn't see what was inside, but it felt as if there was a gaze staring at me through the hole.

Damn, there's not going to be some obsession here, right? Wouldn't it be dangerous if you let it out?

I muttered a little in my heart, and looked back at Qin Lan and them who were still arguing in the hall, anyway, I was not the only one who was unlucky, what were I afraid of.

Muttering to myself, I reached out again.

Buckle the stone skin on the outside of the sculpture, and use a slight force, click.

The stone skin was shattered by me, half of the sculpture's face was buckled off, and a large piece of bloody stone skin was pulled down by me.

Now, I can see what's going on inside the sculpture.

A bloody face, most of the flesh on the face has been cut off, only the pale cheekbones are still exposed.

But he wasn't dead, his bloodshot eyes and a pleading look.

What does he want me to do?

Looking at his eyes, I feel that he is a living person, a living person.

How can a living person be put into a sculpture?

"Uh-huh......"

His mouth had been torn, and his lips were shaking and his flesh was turned out, and I could see it clearly.

The man's mouth was full of teeth that had been pulled out, and torn flesh could still be seen at the root of the teeth.

In addition to the teeth being pulled out of his mouth, his tongue was also torn in half, no wonder he couldn't speak.

He looked very anxious, trying to tell me something, but couldn't say it.

He seemed to know that he couldn't speak, so he kept shaking his head to the side.

I followed his gaze and saw that Song Emperal and the others were still confronting each other in the hall, and it looked like they were planning to do it.

There's nothing out of the ordinary, what does he want me to see?

The guy in the sculpture seemed to have seen something terrible, and his eyes suddenly became extremely frightened, and I could even see his pupils shrinking.

Who did he see?

I immediately turned my head to look at the hall, because of the contradiction between the Lou Mound and the Song Emblem, everyone was attracted, and no one paid attention to my side.

But just now, the guy in the sculpture was definitely blackmailed, otherwise he wouldn't have shown that appearance.

The fleshy man closed his eyes, he wasn't dead, he just didn't dare to talk to me anymore.

Although I could only see his face, I could guess that he must have suffered inhuman torture.

I couldn't help but touch my left eye and said torture, I have suffered it too.

But there are many kinds of torture, and the one I suffered was probably the lightest.

Although the pain can almost break the soul, it is only two kinds of torture, physical and mental.

The people in the sculpture are completely different.

I think he should be able to see the other party abuse him, and the other party will continue to hit him with words, causing him to suffer both mentally and physically.

Then, watching your body being cut open and watching your own blood flow is completely different from being raided.

The visual impact is much greater than the verbal impact, especially when the pain comes, it will instantly make people feel a strange feeling that life is worse than death.

Especially after torturing him, he sealed him with stone skins, and allowed his blood to soak his body, and suffocated to death in the dark darkness.

It could only be that the sculpture was not very good, or it could be because the flesh and blood guy poked a hole in it, anyway, it was because of that small hole that he did not suffocate and barely survived.

Who is this man?

I wanted to know his identity, so I clasped another stone skin with my hand, and blood gushed out again.

By this time, I had almost understood that the whole sculpture was full of blood, all from him who was tortured.

Outside the sculpture is a layer of stone skin, but inside the stone skin, what his body looks like, I'm afraid only he and the thing that tortured him knows.

"Hmm."

The flesh and blood of the man shook his head vigorously, and his eyes were full of pleading.

I looked at the bloodstained stone skin in my hand, and then at the guy sealed inside, and it was obvious that he would not allow me to uncover the stone skin.

I also knew that when the stone skin was removed, he might fall to the ground because his body had no support point.

According to the injuries he was tortured from, the moment his body hit the ground, he would die.

I carried the stone skin in my hand and looked at the sculptures in the back, the front sculpture was sealed with a living person, and the back one?

Looking back at the hall again, he found that Lou Tsukasa and the others were still standing in place.

I didn't think much of it, I turned my head and started to deal with the sculpture in front of me.

The second sculpture was smashed into the face with a stone skin, and the sculpture cracked in response, and a trail of blood gushed out.

The scarlet blood flowed through the exterior of the sculpture as if it were flowing through the snow, drawing a distinct trace.

There are people, the color of the blood is almost the same as the first one, and the flesh and blood are also blurred, the eyes are wide, the mouth is open, and they have been suffocated to death.

Without any hesitation, I smashed open the third one, and a stream of blood gushed out.

There was no flesh in sight, only the smell of blood.

The first and second could still see their bloody heads, but the third saw nothing but blood.

Could it be that if you are sealed in a sculpture, even the skin, flesh and bones will melt?

I wasn't sure, so I smashed the fourth one open.

A pungent and rich foul smell rushed out of it, and dark and thick blood flowed out of it.

Dead for a long time? The blood is already semi-coagulated.

I stabbed the black blood a few times with the stone skin in my hand, and the stench was so strong that I almost fainted in one breath.

The last few were all about the same, and after they were smashed open, they were all pitch-black blood, exuding an extremely strong stench.

The more backward the sculpture is, the more time passes, and finally the blood has completely coagulated, and the corpses inside have corroded into skeletons.