When Li Huai arrived at the door, Linglong was standing over a body drenched in fresh blood.
No, the man was still alive, Li Huai could feel his faint breath.
However, the man's life was already on countdown.
Of his ten fingers, only the left thumb remained intact, all others had been severed.
The same was true for his right foot; the wound was three to five centimeters above the ankle, almost a clean cut as if made in one slice!
Besides those, the man had more than a dozen wounds on his body; the most fatal one being a narrow knife inserted into his brow.
It might have been slightly off target, or perhaps the saw blade wasn't inserted deep enough, which is why the man could hold on till now.
Li Huai couldn't help but gasp in shock. Who could have used such a vicious method?
It was the work of a psychopath!
