Seeing such a gentle smile and hearing such words, everyone present gasped and felt even more creeped out by it.
"The projector wall even has sound this time. It's amazing."
"If there was no sound, who would know such a gentle voice said such spine-chilling words?"
"I feel so bad for Shen Qingdai. What sins had she committed to have such terrible things inflicted upon her by the person she trusted most?"
"…"
The crowd talked as they watched the contents of the projector wall. Such a large projector wall even had sound, which gave them a feeling of going back to the past. But the content of the image at this time gave rise to a feeling of dread and made people develop a fear of human nature.
The Jiang Ying on the projector wall was smiling gently and peeling Shen Qingdai's face off little by little with a fine and sharp knife in his hand. All she could do was widen her eyes in panic and pain. She could not move nor shout.
