The scream was so piercing, it was as if a dreadful ghost wail came from the Land of Nine Serenities, instinctively making one want to cover their ears, and it chilled the hearts of those who heard it.
Just by listening to that scream, you could plainly feel how terrifying the fear the owner of that voice was enduring at this moment.
Dorothy was a person of considerable experience; she had been to the Torture Department of the Judgment Court before. To be honest, even in the Torture Department, the fear emitted by most ordinary prisoners wasn't as intense or as pure, or perhaps, as exquisite as that scream.
Hmm, just like how she once worked in the Torture Department using emotions as ingredients and torture as Culinary Arts to eventually craft a Demon Feast. For a Demon Witch, negative energies like fear and despair are supreme delicacies.
"Wow, this Scream House really has something, doesn't it?"
Dorothy immediately raised her mental rating of this Haunted House.
