Why isn't this person dead? It's all like this, but my eyes are still as flexible as when I was alive. I'm not dreaming!

Zhuang Rou stared at the man, and the more she looked, the more weird he felt. The man was really smiling at her.

"Woman? You beast did a good job this time." Suddenly, an old woman's hoarse voice rang behind her, and then a pair of torn shoes walked in front of her.

Zhuang Rou, who could not move at all, couldn't even look up and wanted to see what the other person looked like. However, the person who was originally smiling at her suddenly became terrified.

The old woman was silent for a moment, and Zhuang Rou was suddenly lifted by the beast and sat up, but she had numbness on her body and leaned softly on the beast. She didn't feel it was tied up by the beast's hard hair, but she still felt it was numb.

When Zhuang Rou sat up, she realized that the person who was talking was an old woman covered in patches and had a very rotten clothes. She looked like she was already in her seventies or eighties.

The wrinkles were all over her body, her skin was covered with old spots, and her hair was pitiful. If the clothes full of patches were women's clothing and her voice was a little female voice, she would look pretty good.

The old woman glanced at Zhuang Rou, then approached the man on the ground, took out a knife with a blade that was the size of a fingernail, squatted down and began to cut the flesh on the man.

Zhuang Rou leaned against the beast and watched the old woman carefully picking the pulse in the human flesh. Her technique was quite skillful and sophisticated, she only cut off the flesh instead of breaking the bloodline.

"..." Zhuang Rou opened her eyes wide and looked at the crazy woman, feeling something was wrong. At this time, the beast moved for a moment, and her body tilted to the side. She looked at the crazy woman with her face, and her hair stood up.

She didn't know whether a person could survive or how many days could he live if he did this.

The man with most of his body was skeleton, although he was cut, he did not struggle or shout. He lay there calmly like nothing wrong. Zhuang Rou tilted this way and happened to see a lot of things behind him.

It was the internal organs below ****, piled in a wooden basin, soaked with a pot of light brown water. In addition to the internal organs, there was also a layer of blood that was picked out of the flesh, and several thick blood veins were connected to the man's left chest.

The heart meridian is still there, so I won’t die?

Zhuang Rou couldn't understand what this was, but even if this could make people die, wouldn't it hurt?

Suddenly, she remembered the arrow on her leg. It was just anesthetic and she had no feelings at all. If she had also given medicine to that person, it would definitely not hurt.

Just keeping the internal organs in the basin like this, how much anesthetics do you need? Less less can make people feel pain alive, right?

There was no way to move, Zhuang Rou could only watch the old woman slowly cutting her flesh. She waited for a long time until she felt heavy eyelids and couldn't stand it and fell asleep directly against the beast.

I don't know how long she slept, but she suddenly felt something moving on her legs, so she opened her eyes reluctantly and was shocked. The old woman was squatting in front of her with a bowl of human flesh, holding an arrow in her hand.

Zhuang Rou was shocked and blurted out, "What are you going to do!"

She realized that she could speak, and the effect of this anesthetic is not long.

Before she could figure out how to deal with this terrible crazy woman, the old woman threw away the arrow in her hand and pressed her hand on Zhuang Rou's legs. A stream of internal force forced into her legs. Blood came out in waves, and the numbness on her body became increasingly weaker and the effect of the medicine was forced out by her.

Zhuang Rou has never eaten a pig and has seen a pig run. This old woman has a strong internal strength, much better than her brother.
Chapter completed!