The two servants placed the package on the ground and then opened it.
An Yan glanced at it, furrowed her brows, and then pulled her two daughters into her embrace to prevent them from looking.
Meanwhile, Xue An quietly watched the two on the ground.
The girl, whose face was horrific yet who had been warm and amiable, now resembled a cloth doll that had been smashed to pieces and then stitched back together bit by bit.
Her once murky but beautiful eyes could no longer open.
The expression on her face was one of calm that comes after enduring untold suffering.
Lying beside her was Chen Atu.
But now, Chen Atu's body was a blurred mess of flesh and blood, lying still with an empty and terrifying gaze.
"Hehe, my favorite is this art piece made from that lowly girl! Although she didn't utter a single scream throughout, the way she trembled uncontrollably while I slowly tore her apart and then sewed her back together was simply thrilling!"
