After two strange owners died in a row, the family members at the dining table could no longer maintain their calm.
They stared unwaveringly at Tang Zhen. The expression in their eyes kept changing. At this moment, they finally seemed like real living people.
get out of here! We don't welcome you!
A woman who looked like a housewife shouted loudly. Her voice was very sharp, like foam rubbing against glass, and it sounded unusually harsh.
The woman's face was full of knife marks, which were simply stitched up with thick needles and large threads. They looked like centipedes crawling on her face, constantly wriggling as she spoke.
There were bruises and dark-purple marks on the exposed skin. It didn't look like a living person, but more like a corpse that had been tortured to death.
The housewife glared at Tang Zhen with bloodshot eyes and shouted like a Shrew while pointing at the door.
